Therefore, the more 'qi' one cultivates, the stronger the martial artist becomes.
Conversely, martial artists who frequently engage in combat will lose their "qi" and their physical condition will become relatively weak for a certain period of time.
As a result, the strength of martial arts masters is not fixed, and not many players will specialize in martial arts.
While Kokot was still thinking, Leah suddenly spoke up:
"Hey, have you finished talking? If you have, we should go."
Koko tilted his head and asked in confusion:
Where to?
Lia looked at her with a smile and said mysteriously:
"I'll take you to a place where elves should go."
...
Thick smoke billowed out.
The crisp clanging of metal and the colliding of materials filled the vast workshop.
Dozens of workers moved back and forth in the workshop, carrying various materials and steel, and were working together to build something.
Upon seeing Victor and Lia standing at the workshop gate, all the workers stopped what they were doing and hurriedly bowed to Victor.
"Your Excellency."
"Greetings, Your Excellency!"
Good morning, Lord Victor!
The workers greeted Viktor with utmost respect, their movements perfectly synchronized.
Victor didn't respond much, just nodded slightly and walked ahead on his own.
The black raven chuckled mockingly in Victor's ear:
"Yo, Lord Victor."
"You have quite the airs of an official."
Victor gave the talkative crow a disapproving look but didn't respond.
This salute to him was not out of respect.
Rather, it's for survival so that no one will covet them.
Strictly speaking, this could also be considered one of the mistakes Viktor made in the past.
Many places have changed their stereotypes of Viktor because of his past actions, transforming him from a notorious figure into a well-known genius mage.
Besides Victor's hometown, Braxton.
There are far too many people in the city who have been persecuted by Victor.
Even the dogs on the street look down on Viktor.
No matter how good Viktor's reputation is,
When they arrived in Braxton, at Victor's house, the workers all had only one thought in mind.
Is this really about Viktor himself?
As the group ventured deeper into the factory, Cocotte curiously surveyed his surroundings.
Dozens of craftsmen were gathered around an extremely long table, performing repetitive tasks: installing parts and calibrating precision.
Soon, a pitch-black gun was assembled and hung on the wall among a row of finished products.
Cocotte watched from the side, her eyes wide open.
What's this new and interesting thing?
Victor, with his hands still in his pockets, asked Leah as if it were nothing out of the ordinary:
"Is this already ready for mass production?"
“You know, it’s not difficult to make this kind of gun, but we don’t have enough energy.”
Lia shrugged, saying with a hint of helplessness,
"We can only make ten of these pistols a day."
Lia stepped forward, ignoring the craftsmen, and took a finished product off the wall.
He pulled the safety with his thumb, raised his arm, squinted, and aimed at the distant target.
She then pulled the trigger.
Bang!
The immense magical power, compressed, erupted with tremendous energy, sending out a black iron projectile that shattered the wooden target hanging in mid-air.
Kokot, who had never seen such a scene before, was completely dumbfounded.
She could sense that Lia didn't possess any magic, yet the weapon, whose power was comparable to a small cannonball, was truly terrifying.
This is much better than a bow and arrow, she thought.
Lia put the pistol back on the wall and took a half-finished product from the craftsman.
The unfinished gun body differed from the finished product; a green eagle was engraved on it.
She held it in her hand, looked it over, and then handed it to Cocotte, saying:
"Try to summon the natural energy that you elves are best at."
"Goose?"
Kokot took the pistol, weighed it in his palm, and was somewhat puzzled, but still followed Leah's advice.
A green light began to emanate from her palm, and natural energy gradually began to coil around her arm.
The entire gun body was slowly enveloped in light, which was then injected into the eagle pattern that had been pre-set.
The green flowed slowly along the edges, finally converging at the sharp eyes.
It's as if its eyes have opened, with clearly defined patterns.
Kokot was a little confused, and watched as Leah took the gun back from his hand and looked her up and down.
Then, she skillfully picked up the six iron pellets on the table and loaded them into the container one by one.
He re-aimed at the target and pulled the trigger.
In an instant, a burst of green energy erupted from the gun barrel, and the bullet pierced through space at terrifying speed.
In the blink of an eye, the light pierced through the entire wooden target, and a terrifying wind suddenly arose from the surrounding area.
That was twice as powerful as before.
Cocotte: "..."
A very bad premonition suddenly rose in Coco's heart.
Lia lowered her gun and gave Kokot a bright smile.
"Truly worthy of being called the Elf Queen."
"Alright, now let me think about how I should use you."
My premonition came true.
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