I Might As Well Quit This Lousy Wizard Profession

Chapter 53 - 53 053 Eat my big comparison pocket

?Chapter 53: 053 Eat my big comparison pocket Chapter 53: 053 Eat my big comparison pocket The red rope in Lin An’s hand was undoubtedly the most magical thing he could come into contact with.

Even Mr. Liu’s spiritually hidden Lu Jiao skull, the walnut with the tiny human brain inside, or the liquor reflecting the surface of Moonlight Lake, were not as magical as the red rope.

This thing could touch spirituality.

The spirituality that even Witch Hunter Knights and Wizards couldn’t see!

Spirituality not only brought trouble to Lin An’s daily life but also allowed him to reach a level that the current Supernatural World couldn’t touch.

It let him, who counted as neither Wizard nor Witch-hunting Knight apprentice, handle crises he faced on another dimension.

If applied to his own field, perhaps Wizards were computer viruses, Witch Hunter Knights were antivirus software, and spiritual levels were like reaching the underlying system of the computer, allowing him to control or even shut down the usage permissions of both the virus and antivirus software from the bottom up.

And now, he was engaging in an unprecedented attempt.

A war that belonged solely to him.

A spiritual war!

Even with the aid of spirituality, he couldn’t possibly master Whip Skill overnight, but he could already flick the red rope with a ‘whisk’ of force in a general sense.

He couldn’t generate power from the ground up as the muscle-bound man said, but the force genuinely originated from his core waist and abdomen, traveling through his shoulder blades and arms, and his wrist flicked cleverly.

The flick wasn’t extremely powerful, but upon entering the rope, it suddenly went into a spinning loop, and the force abruptly increased.

This surge of force almost caused Lin An to stagger a step.

The rope wasn’t long, and as the circular force reached its tipping point, it was like a high-speed rotating object breaking free from its restraints, whipping out in a stroke.

The force became especially heavy, so heavy that Lin An felt as if he wasn’t swinging a rope, but a huge hammer with a soft bamboo pole, the tail end of the rope acting like the head of the hammer, slamming down towards the grey wolf.

Pop~
A loud explosion.

Wolf fur scattered.

Lin An’s expression tensed up, it dodged!

“Roar~”
The grey wolf let out an enraged roar, and Lin An didn’t hear any human language from the roar but rather an extremely wild beastly roar.

It was clearly startled, flipping over and retreating, moving away from the reach of the red rope, slowly circling and staring down Lin An.

The long and muscular body crouched low, taking small, fragmented steps, its gaze becoming very dangerous.

This spirituality…

For some reason, Lin An suddenly remembered the content narrated by the black cat—”I am not entirely her, and she is not entirely me.”

Indeed, spirituality had the capacity to exist based on their own image, like the agility of Miao Miao’s jumping, the four-footed gait of the grey wolf, with canine animal instincts inherent in them.

Animal instincts!

Could it be thought that spirituality shares the same memories, emotions, thoughts, etc., as people in the real world, but because their bodies are different, they truly are not human but beasts, and some are even monsters.

And whether beast or monster, all have their own instincts completely different from humans.

One must not treat the grey wolf in front of them as one and the same as the greasy plump Mr. Liu; that would be a careless mistake!

Lin An squinted his eyes, staring intently at the grey wolf.

He felt as if he had stepped into a forest of spirituality, alone facing a fierce wild wolf with only a rope in hand.

Can a human really overcome a fierce and aggressive wolf?

Lin An suddenly realized the problem; perhaps the casual interactions with the Multi-Handed Frog and the joyful play with the black cat had made him underestimate the dangers of these spiritual entities.

But he was not without solutions.

Quickly mobilizing the spiritual blood of Chen Shuyun’s Dark Golden Divine Statue within his body, aiding the rapid operation of his brain, facilitating a quicker and deeper understanding of the essence captured in the black cat’s portrayal, helping him enter deeper into the ‘Spirit Cat Body Stretching Skill’ posture’s Breathing Skill state.

In past practices, he discovered that entering deep into this Breathing Skill state would naturally result in some innate cat-like actions.

Perhaps this state could be called the ‘Spirit Cat State’.

His shoulder blades gave a slight twist, feeling his spine mobilizing the entire body, stretching and adjusting the muscle, tendons, flesh, and skin, distributing the force throughout all dimensions.

From human instinctual behavior, moving into the instinctual behavior of a feline.

This sensation was quite marvelous.

He was clearly a human, with a human body structure, yet he was displaying the agility of a black cat in a harmonious state.

Thinking inevitably led to a lack of focus in his gaze, something the gray wolf apparently sensed, and it suddenly dove toward him.

The wolf cleverly exploited Lin An’s visual issues with the spiritual and the physical realms. First leaping from the sofa, its body plunged under the coffee table, and then it burst forth from beneath, pouncing at him.

It was now that the benefits of the spiritual mind aiding the brain became apparent. Although Lin An’s focus was slightly scattered due to his thoughts, everything his eyes saw was rapidly processed by his brain, quickly leading to the right decision.

“Snap!”

The red rope whipped through the air, instantly striking the head of the lunging gray wolf and sending it flying.

Unfortunately, the ‘Whisking Skill’ from the Thirteen Roping Skills derived its power from the end of the rope, releasing a smooth and pounding force.

Lin An hadn’t mastered this memory. The spot on the rope that hit the wolf’s head was in the middle, so its strength wasn’t fully unleashed.

The gray wolf turned back again, opening its long mouth wide, its thick and sharp fangs covered in saliva, as it stared at Lin An with a deep gaze.

It wasn’t injured.

But at that moment, Lin An looked down at the red rope in his hand, involuntarily twisting his shoulder and shaking the rope, “This feels so strange…”

In his Spirit Cat State, his whole body was powered by his spine, whereas the Whisking Skill of the Witch Hunter Knights was powered by the waist and abdomen.

The spinal core delivered agility, while the waist and abdomen core delivered strength.

Thus, when using the Whisking Skill in the Spirit Cat State, a very abrupt feeling surged within him.

This isn’t right!

Yes, it shouldn’t be like this!

Lin An subconsciously let go of his control over his body, allowing more of the black cat instincts to fill him. Suddenly, his shoulder tilted upward sharply and then fiercely dropped, creating a unique sense of nimbleness in his arms.

He watched the gray wolf, which had resumed its prowling, and muscles in both his left and right hands began to squirm involuntarily.

Like an engine heating up.

There was a surge of desire to land a solid blow on the gray wolf.

Especially his right hand clasping the red rope, which was trembling with excitement.

The spiritual self, powered by the physical body’s practice of the ‘Spirit Cat Spinal Stretching Technique,’ and the Spirit Cat State informed by the charisma of the black cat portrait, was endowing him with the instincts of a Spirit Cat beast.

This sensation was strange and even amusing.

A beastly instinct built on the foundation of human memory, emotions, logical reasoning, and more.

It seemed that at a spiritual level, animal nature and human nature weren’t simply opposites; they could support each other.

The beastly nature upon which humanity depended was no longer just the nature of a wild animal.

The human nature upon which the beast depended was no longer solely human nature.

A very wonderful feeling.

The gray wolf was highly aggressive and launched another attack, constantly weaving around and suddenly diving close to Lin An, leaping under a large office desk before pretending to lunge.

Lin An let his body’s instincts take over, his left hand flashing out like lightning toward the spot where the gray wolf would emerge next.

Kitty Punch.

A solid whack.

But the gray wolf was evidently very cunning; exploiting the issue Lin An had with alternating spiritual and physical sight, it paused under the desk before springing out.

Its long, robust mouth opened wide, those fang-filled jaws snapping at Lin An’s outstretched left hand.

Everything happened too fast, too quickly for most to react.

That left hand, still mid-swing, had no time to retract, but that peculiar beastly instinct based on human nature started to respond.

The right hand pulled back with a jerk, the movement whipping the red rope around.

Thirteen Roping Skills, ‘Whisking Skill,’ whisk!

Kitty Punch, take this powerful whack!

Somehow, the techniques weirdly merged into one. Lin An could feel two different forces in his body: one stretching from his spine and the other from the core of his waist and abdomen, both contributing to the movement.

“Snap~”
The end of the red rope precisely struck the wolf’s neck, and the tremendous force instantly flung it away.