I Might As Well Quit This Lousy Wizard Profession

Chapter 145 - 145 137 Wrinkled Skin Passion Fruit (Request for

?Chapter 145: 137 Wrinkled Skin Passion Fruit (Request for Monthly Tickets) Chapter 145: 137 Wrinkled Skin Passion Fruit (Request for Monthly Tickets) The young boss simply couldn’t understand how to execute the ‘Skinning Knife Skill’ that Professor Cao had described.

He could only do it in his own way.

Half-squatting, with his abdomen tightened and energy pouring into his arms, he held a knife with a blade as long as one and a half meters by its spine.

Such a knife did not have a handle but had several notches along the spine to facilitate gripping.

“Hmph~”
He grunted softly, and his back suddenly collapsed downward, as the blade he was holding heavily dropped, slashing a shallow mark into the skin of the Sorcerer Zombie.

But don’t underestimate that shallow mark. The Sorcerer Zombie’s bizarre skin couldn’t even be penetrated by ordinary handgun bullets.

Then, like an indefatigable compacting machine, he repeatedly slashed, finally managing to cut open the Sorcerer Zombie’s epidermis.

Doctor Zhang, who came over for a glance, nodded in satisfaction, “Not bad for the basics. You’ve got the ‘heaviness’ just right.”

He then reached out and scraped the skin of the Sorcerer Zombie, “However, the direction of your force is wrong. It’s not about the heaviness of the downward strike but the moment of lifting upwards right after.”

“If your energy is focused without dispersing, you can make each strike heavier than the last, creating a sensation of accumulated power.”

“In practice, it’s not about exerting more force, but maintaining the same force while making the blade feel increasingly heavier.”

Standing by and watching, Zhuang leaned backward, “Mr. Zhang, are you kidding me? These techniques of cycling force and accumulating power, can someone like him, a Knight apprentice without even a Furnace, grasp them?”

Doctor Zhang raised his thumb, smugly pointing to himself, “Me, when I was a Knight apprentice, your dad taught me just twice and I got it!”

“Do you even understand the value of personally cultivating a Furnace Core?”

Zhuang curled his lips, “Can you not bring up your self-cultivated Furnace Core every single time?”

Doctor Zhang just raised an eyebrow, “But I really did cultivate my own Furnace Core.”

“!!!” Zhuang was left speechless.

As for those like him who received the Lu Jiao inheritance from their elders, it wasn’t just handed to them suddenly. They all underwent basic skill training from a young age, and Mr. Zhang and Mr. Cao were always the standouts among them.

Of course, there were those like Mr. Lu, who had been mixing with their parents’ generation early on and were thus on a different level.

The Lu Jiao inheritance, though not particularly strict, had its requirements.

It preferred talents with a strong spirit, as this was the exceptional quality needed by the pioneering Lu Jiao. Like Lin An, for instance – according to Mr. Cao, he was someone who had an innate understanding of concepts upon a single explanation.

Simpy relying on a health-preserving ‘Spirit Cat Body Stretching Skill’, he managed to forge a path in the Witch-hunting Knight Breathing Skill.

Next were those with good foundations and talents, like Doctor Zhang and Professor Cao, as well as Lu Dexian (the young boss) in front of him.

Last but not least, were those willing to walk the Transcendent path, with fervor in their hearts.

Zhuang belonged to this kind.

He lacked both spirit and innate talent, relying solely on his passionate love for the craft to overtake, step by step, the progress made by Mr. Zhang and Mr. Cao.

Zhuang’s father had initially planned to pass the Lu Jiao to a disciple with decent foundations. It was Zhuang who went to plead earnestly with his father to give him a chance, which is how he acquired it.

Otherwise, with his natural ability, he would’ve likely failed to condense a Furnace and turned into a Stone Treasure Statue prematurely.

After all, the path of a Witch-hunting Knight is a point of no return. Without spirit, without talent, and without that fervent passion in one’s heart, there really is no need to step onto this path.

Zhuang didn’t plan to let his own child walk this road and intended for this academically inclined, useless son to lead an ordinary life, working on his drone research.

But that said,
deep down he couldn’t help feeling a bit of regret.

His main reason for coming here with Mr. Zhang was to see if Mr. Cao’s research would actually succeed.

If it did, heh heh, he’d find a Wizard for his dimwit son and create a wizard grandson.

Then he’d have the grandson inherit his Lu Jiao.

With this in mind, he couldn’t help but turn to look at Lin An, and as he did, his brow furrowed involuntarily.

Yikes—
Looking at those skinny arms and legs was just uncomfortable for him.

Could his thighs even measure up to the size of his biceps?

This Knight apprentice, sheesh, looked like he could burst with a single pinch, so weak.

Seeing Lin An looking up, staring blankly at the Ripened Witch Monster in front of him without making a move, Zhuang couldn’t help but walk over and ask, “Kid, what are you spacing out for?”

Lin An glanced at him and then turned his gaze back to the Sorcerer Zombie corpse in front of him.

It was a Sorcerer Zombie that was over two meters tall and somewhat resembled a shriveled passion fruit.

The passion fruit had four limbs, each with an extra joint, and the front split open like an overripe watermelon, revealing eyes swarming in a sticky liquid.

Lin An carefully caressed the wrinkled skin of the passion fruit, and on those dark lines, he faintly felt a texture similar to the spirited quality of the Multi-Handed Frog’s head owned by the father of the Software Park Barbecue Shop’s owner.

A flavor of powerlessness and struggle, not a passive helplessness, but one self-imposed.

Because he knew the freedom that came with breaking free wasn’t the freedom he desired, he felt powerless to break free and suffered in his bonds.

The wrinkled skin of the passion fruit and the frog’s skin did not look similar, yet had a remarkably similar rhythm.

There was just a subtle, delicate difference.

“I want to help it…” Lin An looked up thoughtfully and murmured to himself.

“Help?” Zhuang was startled and glanced over the Sorcerer Zombie’s body, verifying it wasn’t feigning death, then smirked, “Did you learn resurrection techniques from Mr. Cao? If you can bring it back to life, I can decide to let it go.”

But Lin An just shook his head.

The life of this reality had already faded, yet the spirit’s unwillingness and struggle still lingered.

He thought for a moment and gently raised the deboning knife in his hand.

The tip of the knife entered the skin of the Sorcerer Zombie as softly as cutting tofu.

“!!!”

Zhuang couldn’t believe what he was seeing with Lin An, then glanced at the deboning knife in his hand, not daring to interrupt Lin An, he simply walked over to the wall and pulled out another deboning knife.

His palms were large; the deboning knife with its several centimeter blade looked like a child’s toy in his hands.

“This is unscientific!”

With a look of surprise on his face, he quietly said to Doctor Zhang, “Did you see that? He just stabbed it in, just like… just like…”

Doctor Zhang watched Lin An’s back thoughtfully, nodding, “Just like a Wizard casting witchcraft, but we all know, that’s the sensation of our Witch-hunting Knight Furnace Skill.”

“Exactly, exactly!” Zhuang was astounded, “Mr. Cao is that amazing? How exactly does he teach?”

Doctor Zhang turned to glance at him, “You should say An is amazing. Mr. Cao probably can’t do it himself, he just offered theories, and An really carried it out.”

He felt an urge to tell Zhuang that An was a Wizard, that Mr. Cao had truly found a viable path among the hopes of the third generation of Lu Jiao, and An was the proof!

But no, the buddies from Lu Jiao were no longer the same as before. Nowadays, each had their own agenda, who knows what they’re thinking.

An and Lu needed a space to grow.

“Let’s go, they’re still early. If you really want to see if Mr. Cao’s method is right, we’ll have to wait until they develop their Furnace,” said Doctor Zhang, grabbing Zhuang, “Come on, let’s drink.”

Zhuang wanted to watch a little longer, but seeing Doctor Zhang was eager to leave, he threw the deboning knife back into the rack on the wall.

However, just as they were about to reach the freezer door, an essence of Sorcerer Zombie suddenly erupted from behind.

“!!!”

Doctor Zhang reacted immediately. He let go of Zhuang and with a spring in his step, shot toward the direction of the Sorcerer Zombie.

As he flew forward, his body flipped, and a set of heavy armor suddenly appeared on him.

Zhuang, on the other hand, just turned around, crouched down, and pulled a large hammer from his personal stash in the Red Light Purgatory World.

But their actions ceased soon, as they stared blankly at the Sorcerer Zombie corpse in front of Lin An.

It was indeed a corpse, dead beyond doubt.

As experienced Witch-hunting Knights, they could not possibly be mistaken.

Yet it seemed not to be a corpse, as if it had a new vitality, strangely active.

That sensation was as if a puppet suddenly came to life, but the life seemed so sluggish.

“Stone Treasure?”

Zhuang’s eyes lit up, and he quickly walked back, only to see Doctor Zhang shake his head at him, “It’s not Stone Treasure.”

“Goodness gracious!” he looked up at the large-sized passion fruit with four arms, “An, how did you do it?”