I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse
Chapter 1130 Close Combat Magic

Chapter 1130: Chapter 1130 Close Combat Magic

"Take a good look at the information on this scroll," Franky said, not elaborating, but prompted you to closely examine the pictures and text that emerged on it.

From the images and text, you could roughly understand the origin and types of the Domain of Blood. These were more or less the same as what you had previously understood. At the same time, you also saw on the scroll Lei Xiu’s Domain of Blood—the Innate Divine Strength, and realized that Splitting Mountains and Earth represented the ultimate pinnacle of the God’s Power, although no one from ancient times to the present had ever reached such a Realm. As you read on, you suddenly saw a strange term: "Soul Domain? Teacher, what is the Soul Domain?"

"Why don’t you just read on to find out?"

Following Franky’s suggestion, you continued to read and discovered that the Soul Domain was even rarer than the Domain of Blood, and the power it contained was more than a hundred times stronger. Like the Domain of Blood, the Soul Domain was innate, but unlike the Domain of Blood, upon activation, one would possess all its power at once. Unfortunately, the Soul Domain was extremely rare, appearing only once or twice in several hundred years.

About ten minutes later, the information on the scroll gradually disappeared, and Franky, who had been standing by your side in silence, finally spoke: "When it comes to close combat magic, mere theoretical text cannot fully explain it. Now, let me show you its true power, and by that time, I bet you’ll be on your knees begging me to teach you."

Franky’s hand, glowing with light, glided over the scroll, and terrifyingly, a moving image appeared on it.

"Wow, is this a television?"

However, before you had time to ponder the origin of the word "television," an image of a man appeared on the scroll. As soon as this man appeared, fierce flames ignited in his hands. Compared to the flames you had in your hands yesterday, if yours were like the fire from a torch, then the flames in this man’s hands were like a volcanic eruption. The man let out a wild shout, threw a punch toward a towering rock mountain that had suddenly risen before him, and as he punched, the flames in his hand suddenly began to whirl at high speed, forming a massive vortex.

"Boom!"

With an explosive sound, deafening to the ears.

You watched, eyes wide open, as the towering rock mountain burst apart, endless flames shot out from the cracks in the rocks, like thick snakes of fire whirling and dancing wildly in the air.

The image quickly turned to a black screen, and you turned to look at Franky: "Teacher, is this the power of close combat magic?"

Franky seemed quite satisfied with your reaction, a smug expression naturally appearing on his face: "This is just the tip of the iceberg. Take a look at this."

Once again, Franky’s hand slid over the scroll, and it was the same man, except now he was ethereal and stood atop a vast plain. He slowly raised his right hand, a faint green light enveloping him, and soon after, a large group of fully armed troops surged out of the horizon in front of him. The man’s resolute face showed no signs of panic, instead revealing a cruel, cold sneer.

The shocking moment came, as the man suddenly spread his arms wide and charged toward the oncoming armies.

"Has he gone insane?" Influenced by the whole environment, you couldn’t help but exclaim. Franky remained silent, that inscrutable smile still on his face.

Then the scene that left you dumbfounded appeared!

The man stormed into the crowd like a raging wind, and wherever he passed, no soldier stood a chance. His hands were like razor-sharp Precious Swords—after crossing swords, the soldiers around him either sprayed blood and dismembered or screamed as their heads were severed.

At the same time, his body was constantly enveloped by Wind Blades that severed swords and slain opponents, relentlessly cutting down enemy warriors who attempted to come close.

The man’s movements were so fast that in the blink of an eye, countless corpses were left in his wake. Strangely, his body bore not a single spot of Yanhong. A formidable army, in a short time, was more than half-dead or injured, and the man, without any hesitation, charged straight toward the command center of the army. The commander, seeing the man rushing towards him, was panic-stricken. However, before he could make any sound, he was already cut down, his face showing no trace of pain.

"The sun! He’s too strong, is this guy even human?" you asked, staring straight at the man in the image until the screen turned black.

"He is Asuna," Franky said. "You might not have heard of his name, but you’re definitely familiar with his title. Over four hundred years ago when he was still alive, people revered him as the King of Mercenaries, and after his death, later generations of mercenaries worshipped him as a god."

"Oh, so he’s the Mercenary God Asuna, no wonder he’s so amazing."

Of course, you had heard of Asuna’s name. Not only was Asuna the Mercenary God, but for many street punks, he was a guardian deity, and numerous underground gangs even enshrined his image. You thought for a moment, looking at Franky: "What Asuna just showed, that’s the close combat magic you spoke of, right?"

"Correct, Asuna is the founder of close combat magic, though because of physical reasons, it has been nearly a century since we’ve seen true close combat magic. The conditions to learn close combat magic are extremely strict. Firstly, the learner must engage in Magic and Martial Arts Dual Cultivation; secondly, one must have formidable strength as a foundation; furthermore, the most crucial aspect is that the learner’s bodily resilience and tolerance must be ten times higher than that of an ordinary person. Yesterday, I noticed that you seemed to have some potential in this area, which is why I’m checking to see if you can learn the true close combat magic."

Franky’s smile faded, and he looked at you and said with a solemn face: "Lei Xiu, I understand some of your past, and honestly, I have had my reservations about you. But considering your potential, I brought you here. However, I warn you, if you really want to learn close combat magic, you must abide by the rules and regulations of the Imperial Academy, not just during your time at the Academy, but for the rest of your life, until you turn to dust."

Seeing Franky’s serious expression, you no longer jested, stepped back a few paces, and stared directly into Franky’s eyes.

"Teacher, can you answer a question for me?" you asked seriously.

"Go ahead."

You took a deep breath and slowly said: "Let’s say, hypothetically, if I became your student and did everything as you wished, helping the world, defending the nation; but then one day, I ended up disgraced or pursued by a certain power, what would you do?"

"If you truly do everything as I say, that day would never come," Franky said confidently.

"Teacher, you didn’t quite hear what I said. I said ’if’!" you emphasized the word "if" again.