Whether it was the five-leaf clover grimoire, the strength that shattered chains just by moving, or the speed like a wild beast, any one of those abilities could easily kill them. Now they were even grateful that they had admitted defeat in time; otherwise, they would likely have been smashed into meat paste by that terrifying sword strike!
Yuno took his grimoire and watched Arlan's dashing departing figure. That figure, both familiar and strange, how much ridicule and despair had it carried since the time they promised to become the Magic Emperor? This was something he didn't know. What he did know was that no matter how much suffering this youth carried, he seemed as immovable as a mountain, forever full of fighting spirit!
"I have worked so hard for so many years. I originally thought I wouldn't be a crybaby anymore. And all these years, Asta's height and magic power haven't grown at all, so I thought I finally had the ability to take care of him. But I didn't expect... so many years later, I am still like that boy in the snowy night, needing Asta to protect me."
Yuno lowered his eyes, a bitter smile appearing on his lips, but he quickly pulled himself together!
Because as Asta's rival, he could not show any signs of weakness! He, too, had to cut through thorns and thistles like Asta and eventually fulfill his ambition!
"Ding! You have awakened the five-leaf clover grimoire and obtained the demon-slayer sword!"
"demon-slayer sword: The tip of the sword can nullify magic, while the blade can reflect magic!"
"In that case, with this sword, I don't have to fear any magic?"
On the way back to the church, the system's notification sounds kept ringing in Arlan's ears, which made him excited. In any world, strength is ultimately a hard indicator; otherwise, no matter where he goes, he would only be trampled upon by the strong!
"Ding! You have killed the First Class Junior Mage Revchi. Because the target was red-named, you have received a 300-point reward!"
"Cool!"
Arlan couldn't help but whistle. A wild boar was only worth five points; he didn't expect a Mage to be so valuable!
As for the red name, it was the same principle as in games; killing such people would not incur any punishment and could also yield rich rewards from the system.
It seemed Revchi hadn't done few wicked things in his daily life, otherwise he wouldn't be red-named.
Being ended by his hands could be considered an act of justice.
Arlan put away the great sword in his hand and rubbed his fingertips over the grimoire, which looked a bit old and even dirty. "By the way, what the hell is this five-leaf clover grimoire?"
"Usually, a person's grimoire only has three leaves. The leaves contain the most common 'honesty', 'hope', and 'love'. The fourth leaf harbors 'luck'. So, what is the attribute that exists in the fifth leaf?"
Arlan asked the system in confusion. Generally, when encountering such professional questions, the system would provide answers.
"In the fifth leaf... resides a [Demon]!"
"A demon? That really suits my taste!"
After hearing the system's answer, Arlan's pupils contracted, and then he revealed a cold smile.
Currently, Arlan had 1000 points in his account. This was still 9000 points away from the Single Tomoe Sharingan. But now that he had found a way to make money, Arlan became even more interested in joining the Magic Knight Squad, so he could hunt powerful Mages through high-difficulty missions to quickly increase his points.
This was much better than hunting wild boars alone in the deep mountains and forests.
After returning to Hage Village, a group of rascals was training vigorously, and Arlan immediately joined the training ranks.
"Brother Asta is back! Did you get a grimoire?"
A child participating in the training asked impatiently.
Arlan raised the grimoire in his hand, and a bunch of children were immediately happy for Arlan from the bottom of their hearts.
Thanks to Arlan's care these days, while teaching them taijutsu, he hadn't skimped on the children regarding nutrition and healing potions.
Therefore, their bodies were significantly stronger than they were a few months ago. Even the weakest child could now independently carry a tree that required two people to hug and walk with it as if flying. During this time, Arlan also tentatively taught everyone Chakra, but there was no improvement at all. It seemed that in this world, only he could cultivate it!
"Brother Asta, what is your training volume today?"
A child asked curiously. They could almost see Arlan increasing his training volume every day. In their eyes, Arlan was like a superman, completing training volumes they might never achieve in their entire lives!
"Today's training volume is tentatively set at 10,000 One-Finger Zen per finger!"
After Arlan finished speaking, he cleanly and nimbly did a one-finger handstand. His body formed a powerful arc like a bowstring, which instantly sparked a chorus of exclamations.
"Brother Asta is truly a superman!"
"I can only do 100 One-Finger Zen at the moment, and that's with my thumb, but Brother Asta can actually reach 10,000 per finger!"