Chapter 85 - Bai Ting Boiling Blood Technique

Richard looked behind him; the werewolf the mysterious wizard had transformed into was still in pursuit, not breaking into a high speed, as if it actually intended to win by wearing him down.Maybe only in this way could the mysterious wizard feel satisfied. Alternatively, it could be that the wizard’s intelligence had decreased following the transformation, coupled with the Crystal Skull’s attack, leading the opponent to truly become a wild beast, mistaking the chase for hunting rather than combat.

In that case…

Richard’s eyes flickered, and he continued rushing forward.

Gradually, Richard saw the werewolf that the mysterious wizard had become go from silent running to opening its mouth and sticking out its tongue in an attempt to cool down—wolves and dogs are the same, unable to sweat like humans because of their thick fur, relying instead on their tongues to dissipate heat.

Gradually, Richard saw the opponent go from panting with tongue out to gasping convulsively, making sounds deep within its throat like pulling a torn bellows.

And then, gradually, Richard saw the opponent… stop.

Yes, stop. It stood there with red eyes, panting, and sounds like suffocation emerging from deep within its throat.

Richard also stopped and locked gazes with the creature’s blood-red eyes.

There was no exchange, nor any need for one. Richard watched the opponent, took out a whistle, put it to his mouth, and blew hard, emitting a “toot” sound.

Richard wasn’t sure to what extent the mysterious wizard, after being struck by the Crystal Skull’s neural wave impact, was infuriated or how much reason remained, but he was certain that this mode of expression was definitely understandable to the other party.

“Toot!”

Stopped? Can’t go on? Chase!

“Roar!”

The werewolf the mysterious wizard had become, even if in a lucid state, could have been provoked to fury by Richard’s blunt approach, especially since it was already in a state of confusion. The next moment, it let out a roar and, completely animal-like on all fours, resumed its pursuit.

Richard turned and ran.

The mysterious wizard, now completely enraged, began to accelerate continuously. It seemed to have given up the idea of an “endurance battle,” or maybe its brain was utterly overtaken by bestial instinct, blindly determined to catch up to Richard and kill him.

The werewolf that the mysterious wizard had become had its fur flying in midair as its limbs rapidly hit the ground, chasing after Richard like an arrow.

Richard’s gaze slightly intensified, as he burst forth with all his speed, pushing the Wind Light Spirit to its limit. With each rush, he leaped several meters.

But after a short while, the werewolf the mysterious wizard had become was still steadily closing the distance to Richard; this time, it seemed Richard was the one who could barely keep going.

It had to be said, the gap in strength was indeed somewhat large.

The wizard, even though completely irrational with anger and not using support magic, still had a speed far surpassing that of Richard in its total frenzy.

At this moment, the marathon had turned into a sprint, it was no longer a contest of endurance, but of speed.

In this situation, the physiological advantages of humans vanished and the disadvantages became apparent.

The extremely high-speed running reduced the proportion of aerobic exercise. The oxygen breathed in by the human body could not supply metabolism in time, and fats could no longer offer sufficient energy. Anaerobic respiration kicked in extensively, cell metabolism began to utilize the residual oxygen from previous respiration, and body sugar started to replace fats to provide energy.

His body entered a high-intensity movement mode, and his metabolic activity continuously broke through limits, as if life itself were burning.

In such a condition, lactic acid began to accumulate massively in his blood, the pH levels within muscle cells dropped, and the whole body began to uncontrollably experience soreness and fatigue.

This wasn’t something willpower could resist, because it was a limitation created by the human body’s structure. That was why high-intensity activity was so difficult for humans to maintain for more than two minutes. Beyond two minutes, one had to stop and rest for a long period to allow the lactic acid in the blood to be buffered and neutralized, so that the blood’s pH level could return to normal.

But now, the werewolf that the Mysterious Wizard had transformed into kept gaining on him—where was the time for rest?

What to do?

Richard’s lips pursed, and the next moment, while rushing along, he uttered a spell, mana surged forth, and in an instant, his blood began to boil.

Boiling, boiling!

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In Richard’s view, the purpose of spellcasting shouldn’t be to solve every issue encountered but, at the most opportune moment, to achieve the greatest value at the smallest cost.

A spell should be a fulcrum and a lever, a latent science in the current world, used to pry open seemingly impossible situations, to reverse the tide.

Archimedes, the god who could lift the heavens, said, “Give me a place to stand and a lever long enough and I shall move the Earth.” To Richard, the current world should be “with the right spell at the appropriate time, one can change everything that seems impossible.”

The “Bai Ting Boiling Blood Technique” was such a spell.

Its function was to heighten the activity of the blood, accelerating its flow. As described in the Monroe Chapter, it helped some physically weak wizards keep warm in cold conditions and was considered an even more insignificant spell than Flame Impact.

The reason it was considered insignificant yet still recorded was because, according to legend, it had the effect of enhancing a wizard’s ability in a certain unspeakable area.

After gaining extraordinary powers, wizards rarely lived ascetic lives. As another class far above ordinary people, even the most abstinent wizard would seem decadent to common folk.

Under these circumstances, and to avoid a certain kind of embarrassment, many wizards studied methods to enhance their abilities in that unspeakable area. Some relied on pharmaceuticals, some on Magic Tools, and others on spells.

As one such unimpressive but unrestricted spell, the “Bai Ting Boiling Blood Technique” was passed down.

It’s like an urban legend from modern Earth, where eating certain bizarre foods can improve certain abilities. While their efficacy is unknown, at least they do no harm. Even if they’re useless, they can still fill your stomach.

And for a wizard, even if it’s ineffective, it can provide warmth.

Thus, the “Bai Ting Boiling Blood Technique” was taken seriously and recorded in the Monroe Chapter.

However, when Richard used it now, he wasn’t preparing for any unspeakable activities—after all, the only creature nearby was the werewolf that the Mysterious Wizard had transformed into, and that would be a taste too strong.

Richard cast the “Bai Ting Boiling Blood Technique” mainly to take advantage of the increased blood activity it induced to break down the high concentration of lactic acid.

After successfully casting the spell, Richard felt the blood vessels beneath his skin warm slightly; the somewhat hot blood flowed through him, warming his entire body. Sweat poured out, almost soaking him from head to toe, and the soreness and fatigue in his muscles eased for the moment.

With an eruption of strength, Richard’s speed increased underfoot, preventing the werewolf, the transformed Mysterious Wizard, from closing in further but instead maintaining a certain distance as he continued to rush towards the distance.

The battle of attrition chase continued.