98: Chapter 98 Still Not Over 98: Chapter 98 Still Not Over Leon suddenly found himself a tad confused about how he obtained the rewards from the Golden Finger.

In his mind, defeating an evenly-matched opponent without injury should not be a criterion for a regular Red Dragon, let alone one of the various targets ranging from a baby dragon to an Ancient Dragon.

Many Red Dragons spend years devising an attack plan and upon discovering potential enemies, simply select a strategy and immediately implement it.

The former are sly Red Dragons, while the latter are reckless ones; eight or nine out of ten die along the way, leaving the impression that Red Dragons are impulsive…

Thinking this way, having the sense to use one’s brain could barely count as a target.

Leon’s heart had always been quite big.

If he couldn’t figure something out, he’d simply stop thinking about it, quickly brushing aside the trivial matters and focusing on the recently obtained Golden Finger reward.

Hand Palm Bomb?

It had been a while since he gained a damaging spell.

But was the Hand Palm Bomb just a common reward?

Leon pondered for a moment, his initially narrowed pupils soon returning to normal…

The Hand Palm Bomb wasn’t just a common reward; a high-level reward would undoubtedly include the Five Thunders Technique.

Evil Wolf noticed the Red Dragon had suddenly become motionless and tentatively called out, “Master…”

Ever since witnessing the Red Dragon come and go, flying around, using a Flying Sword like nothing he had ever seen before…

It was a bit absurd, wasn’t it, for a Red Dragon to use a sword, cast spells, and even double as a Magic Knight while playfully defeating a Magma Land Shark?

Evil Wolf decided to change the way he addressed the Red Dragon.

Still engrossed in the rewards from the Golden Finger, Leon suddenly heard Evil Wolf’s voice and lifted his gaze fiercely, saying, “Shut up, don’t speak.”

Evil Wolf decisively closed his mouth, pursing his lips tightly while feeling somewhat sentimental—as expected of a Red Dragon, the tyrannical mountain overlord was indeed capricious.

Just a moment ago, wasn’t he quite amiable?

Without warning, his mood had flipped, clueless that he had interrupted someone else’s train of thought.

Leon didn’t care what Evil Wolf was thinking; his attention returned to the Hand Palm Bomb, considering that it was undoubtedly a damaging spell.

Aside from its use in combat, it didn’t have much utility.

However, in battle, he already had the Sword Control Technique as a regular attack, with Samadhi True Fire for major moves, and Soul Summoning Mantra against large groups of enemies…

Right, how could one judge the quality of a spell just by feeling?

It must be tested in practice.

Leon looked at Evil Wolf subconsciously, his smile revealing sharp teeth.

Evil Wolf noticed the Red Dragon’s malicious gaze and hesitated, not daring to ask.

Leon reverted to his human form, got dressed nonchalantly, and said to Evil Wolf, “Get ready, take a spell from me.”

“What are you planning to do?” asked Evil Wolf.

“I seem to have learned a spell…

awakened a spell,” Leon said with a smile.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be fine…

If I really wanted you dead, there would be no need for so much nonsense; you wouldn’t stand a chance.”

Evil Wolf nodded, thinking the logic solid.

He took a deep breath and said, “Alright.”

Leon was just about to raise his hand.

“Wait,” Evil Wolf suddenly spoke up, interrupting Leon’s spellcasting.

“Can I transform into a Werewolf?”

“What are you worried about?

You’re strong, a single Hand Palm Bomb can’t be that powerful…” Leon thought for a second and felt somewhat uncertain, “Okay, transform.

Turn into a Werewolf.”

“I’ve changed,” howled Evil Wolf as he morphed into the towering Werewolf Form.

He found his mind especially clear after the transformation; the bloodlust was heavily suppressed by the man before him—he indeed had an inescapable psychological shadow.

This time, nothing unexpected occurred.

Leon recited the incantation while raising his hand, feeling the Lightning energy gathering in his palm.

As it reached a critical point, he decisively flung his hand toward Evil Wolf.

With a thundering sound, Evil Wolf charged forward at high speed, attempting to dodge the twisting silver serpent Lightning, but Lightning could turn corners…

The Werewolf was struck by the Lightning, smoking as he knelt on the ground, then reverted to human form, panting heavily with his hands on the ground.

“How does it feel?” Leon asked.

Inside, Leon was somewhat disappointed; the fact that Evil Wolf hadn’t died indicated that his Hand Palm Bomb wasn’t powerful enough.

Though he knew that Evil Wolf belonged to the professionals with a substantial amount of health, and that in Werewolf Form he could even clash with a Behir, albeit a juvenile one who was injured, and that the Hand Palm Bomb was a common reward, not a high-level one.

“I don’t know how to describe it, just that it really hurts,” Evil Wolf rubbed his chest.

“I even tried to dodge…

I didn’t expect the Lightning to actually turn.”

“Isn’t it normal for Lightning to turn corners?” Leon said laughingly, thinking that his Hand Palm Bomb could turn corners and track targets just like Arcane Missiles, essentially having a one hundred percent hit rate.

Leon thought for a while, but still felt that it was too abrupt to decide without further attempt, and said, “Let’s try again to see if we can actually dodge the Hand Palm Bomb.”

“Ah…” Evil Wolf gave a pitiful look, unsure whether he could withstand several strikes of Lightning.

He really felt like his temper had improved a lot lately and was surprisingly not cursing out loud at this moment.

Had it been just yesterday, he would have thrown a punch already, loudly questioning, “Who do you think you are, you dare speak ill of your father, you dare to trouble your grandfather?”

“Alright, let it be then.” Leon wasn’t too excessive, “I remember your loyalty.

Once we return to my territory, I have an important task for you.”

This wasn’t Leon making empty promises.

He genuinely didn’t want to deal with the hassle of finding employees, believing that the mentally invested govern people while the physically invested are governed by others…

As an Emperor should entrust specific affairs to his ministers, and then spend every day in his harem, eating well and having fun, although ultimate authority must be firmly grasped in his hands, just like a certain Taoist Emperor.

Leon crossed his arms and a flash of Spirit Light suddenly crossed his mind.

It seemed Hand Palm Bomb wasn’t like the immobilization spell or the Gathering Form and Scattering Energy where they couldn’t be used for a while after casting, nor was it like Sword Control Technique that relied on the sword — it could be cast consecutively.

Immediately, he raised his hands, chanting continuously, and alternated casting Hand Palm Bomb with his left and right hands…

Of course, the target of Hand Palm Bomb wasn’t Evil Wolf anymore, but a rock nearby.

Seeing the boulder explode under the continuous barrage of Lightning, Leon was thrilled beyond measure, and then he realized that his already limited Mana had completely run out.

Yes, to some extent, Sword Control Technique belongs to a concentration spell.

One Magic Position could last a long time, while Hand Palm Bomb was an ordinary spell; each use consumed one Magic Position.

Without conserving its use, no matter how many Magic Positions one had, there wouldn’t be enough to spare.

Hand Palm Bomb was really quite impressive.

Leon was quite satisfied, then slipped into reverie.

Under normal circumstances, air is an excellent insulator and does not conduct electricity, so how does Hand Palm Bomb strike through the air to hit an enemy?

Three thousand volts can only break through one centimeter of air, to pierce through such a distance, the voltage would be ridiculously high.

Leon chuckled and shook his head, things in the magic world should not be scrutinized so much.

Magic can certainly create something out of nothing, and the law of conservation of energy does not exist here.

Perhaps magic itself acts as a conductor guiding Lightning forward.

Having mastered Hand Palm Bomb, Leon’s desire for refined gold wasn’t as strong as before.

After all, refined gold wasn’t going anywhere, and feeling somewhat tired, he planned to sleep first and recuperate his Mana.

Having no Mana left gave him an uneasy feeling.

Leon looked at Molten Lava Lake.

For a time, he considered reverting to Dragon Form and lying in the Molten Lava Lake to sleep, but he was somewhat worried that there might still be other monsters in Molten Lava Lake.

After thinking it over, he decided to find a high platform to sleep on.

This was not a short rest; not a nap, but a long sleep.

After at least ten hours of sleep, Leon woke up feeling refreshed, gave a shout to Evil Wolf, and then…

jumped into the Molten Lava Lake.

In shallow areas, he walked; in deep areas, he swam.

His Water Walking Technique worked even in the Molten Lava Lake.

Leon decided to circle Molten Lava Lake first, then dive into its depths.

He hadn’t completed the circuit when he found a Magma Land Shark in a recess.

It was only the size of a young calf — perhaps it had just been born not long ago.

Did he just kill the mother of the Magma Land Shark?

Leon thought about it and felt that the Magma Land Shark he’d encountered did have some differences…

for example, even when it was repeatedly worn down by his Sword Control Technique, it stubbornly refused to hide back in Molten Lava Lake, which, apart from its nature, might have been due to its instinct to protect its young.

Even so, there wasn’t the slightest ripple in Leon’s heart; he couldn’t muster up any pity for such an ugly creature.

A family should stick together.

Leon looked at the young Magma Land Shark, lifted his claw, and a sudden thought struck him, considering whether he could take the young Magma Land Shark with him, raise it in his own Molten Lava Lake, and have it as a watchdog when it grew up.

Now, there were two difficulties.

The first was whether the Magma Land Shark could be tamed.

The rulebook did not mention that Magma Land Sharks could be tamed, but neither did it say it was impossible.

His recognition of the Whispering Tree Flower and Whisper Tree Bark came from a certain game, and in that game, people had tamed Bulettes.

Since Bulettes could be tamed, there was no reason Magma Land Sharks, as an upgrade in power, couldn’t be, right?

Leon was determined to try.

The second difficulty was how to take the young Magma Land Shark with him.

Should he put a chain around its neck and lead it from Crossroads City like walking a dog?

That would be too conspicuous.

He pondered back and forth.

Inspiration struck.

Leon thought of the Sleeve of the Universe he had mastered not long ago.

The bodies of baby dragons were filled with practical knowledge from their parents, not noticed and used until needed.

Could it be that his Golden Finger reward was similar, easy to forget until it was required?

Like when studying in childhood, after reading, one might forget some knowledge, but upon doing exercises, memories came flooding back.

Leon lifted his claw, patted the young Magma Land Shark that was whimpering at him until it dared not make a sound anymore, then his claw touched the young Magma Land Shark…

And just like that, he managed to tuck the young Magma Land Shark into the small space of his Sleeve of the Universe.

Right, Sleeve of the Universe, which could contain Yin and Yang and all things, how could it not fit a young Magma Land Shark?

Immortal Zhenyuan wielded boundless Mana, a single Sleeve of the Universe could contain Tang Seng and his three disciples along with a horse; Leon’s Mana was far less than Immortal Zhenyuan’s, but to take a young Magma Land Shark with him promised a beautiful future for both.

That was the benefit of a high-level reward; high-level rewards were never deceptive.

Having just gained the Hand Palm Bomb and discovered a new use for Sleeve of the Universe, Leon truly felt he had struck it rich.