The Great Demon King

Chapter 26: Entering a demonic mental state

As Claude neared him, Han Shuo grimaced and gave a low moan. He ducked his body and head and reached for his ankle, as if inspecting the injury to his ankle.

Next to him, Cal frowned involuntarily as he saw Han Shuo’s actions. He propped Han Shuo up with one hand and said, “Are you alright? Is your ankle injured? Let me take a look.”

“Nothing much, just that I twisted it a bit just now.” Han Shuo responded lowly with a drooped head and a bent over body.

Claude and the other knight students had arrived by this time. The others had come later and did not recognize Han Shuo. There were many present who were wounded or crippled, and so Han Shuo’s performance didn’t attract too much attention.

Claude flicked a glance at Han Shuo and thought nothing of it, passing by Han Shuo as he chatted and laughed with his peers.

Han Shuo’s ankle was indeed twisted, and had swollen up by now. Cal gave a soft gasp upon seeing it, “It’s swollen up so much, let me take you home!”

Seeing that Claude’s footsteps were going further away, Han Shuo stood up straight again and wiggled his ankle, spinning off his toes. He smiled at Cal, “I suddenly feel much better. Thank you Cal, no worries about taking me back!”

Han Shuo’s walking pace picked up after he finished speaking, and he quickly disappeared around the corner without a trace or making another sound.

Cal shook his head, his face utterly perplexed as he watched Han Shuo suddenly become hale and hearty. “What a weird person!”

Han Shuo dragged his battered body back to the necromancy major of the school of magic when the sky was about to turn dark. Now that his necromancy errand duties had been taken over by Carey and Borg, Han Shuo didn’t need to expend too much effort. He lined up for his dinner after returning and went directly to the warehouse. He immediately started using the magical yuan to continually rebuild and reforge his body after he’d locked the door.

There wasn’t a single inch of his body that didn’t cry out in pain. His skin, tendons and bones had all suffered severe damage. The magical yuan circulated his body again and again according to the principles of practicing magic. Han Shuo could feel a bit of his strength return from the fiery mass of pain that was his current body each time the magical yuan completed a circulation.

The magical yuan churned continuously throughout the process, and it seemed to have grown just a tad bigger, bringing a new surprise to Han Shuo. It looked like the time and effort spent on strengthening his body was also a process of gradual improvement for the magical yuan. He would have to endure this kind of injury in the near future in order to fortify his body.

The pain in his body eased up after midnight and Han Shuo switched to practicing the Mystical Glacial Spellfire at this time. He circulated the magical yuan to his fingertips and palms of his hands according to the instructions of the Mystical Glacial Spellfire.

Time flew as Han Shuo sank into a strange, oblivious mindset. There were no distractions in his mind, just the perseverance and tenacity to train. He had long since forgotten the pain and injuries of his body, and just kept circulating his magical yuan according to method prescribed by the Mystical Glacial Spellfire.

Han Shuo had previously restrained himself when practicing magic. He would awaken at a set time, and had never immersed himself like he had today. Han Shuo had lost himself in it today, forgetting the passage of time, forgetting his sense of self, forgetting all mundane distractions.

Bam.

The small door to the warehouse suddenly banged open, startling Han Shuo out of his reverie. He frowned and his eyes shot like cold lightning to Jack’s body.