Morine woke up late at night, feeling refreshed. He moved around and took a whiff, but the stench he smelled almost made him puke.
He went into the bathroom right away and scrubbed himself at least four times to clear out the smell.
The remaining pills were a lot gentler on the body. Once he was done with them, he felt the sword energy in his hara getting stronger and stronger. And then, around him, the air itself was filled with a hint of solemnity. Even Bloodreaper started trembling, congratulating Morine on his returned strength. It seemed like it was glad that Morine was not weak anymore.
The flow of power did not escape Salazar. He awoke from his sleep and darted to the lounge.
“You’re healed,” Salazar said in shock when he saw the power flowing around Alder.
“Yeah… I got all my power back, and then some.”
The hidden sects’ members’ pills were truly treasures. In just a few hours, Morine gained back all his power and then some, all thanks to them. Most importantly, after taking all those pills, he could feel his talent for martial arts growing at an exponential rate.
Noticing the look of surprise in Salazar’s eyes, Morine asked, “Want to spar?”
Salazar didn‘t refuse. He opened the door to the backyard and leaped onto the wall that was 3 feet tall, and then he disappeared into the darkness.
Morine followed him closely, leaping across trees. A few jumps later, they reached the mountains behind Renew.
“Let’s throw some punches first and save the weapons for later.”
He could feel the power from Bloodreaper. If he tried to unleash the sword skill he used back in the illusion, it might destroy everything in his path, so he wanted to see how much power he had bare-handed first.
Once Salazar got into position, Morine launched his attack. He darted over to Salazar and hurled a fist ahead.
Salazar hurled a fist as well, and a dull thud echoed through the air.
They backed off right away, and Salazar swung his hand in surprise. That punch just now was about two-thirds of Salazar’s full strength because he didn’t want to hurt Alder. However, the pain coming from his fist told him that he had underestimated the lad.
“Don’t hold back, Salazar. Give it your best shot. I want to know how powerful I am now. Don’t worry about me. As long as I’m still alive, they’re going to heal me.”
‘Oh… The contestants. Yeah, they will…’ Salazar nodded.
“Be careful, then. I won’t be responsible if you got hurt and couldn’t perform at the competition,” he joked.
Morine joked back, “It’s alright. I have enough medicine in my room to treat both internal and external injuries anyway. Come at me!”
‘Haha! You showoff!’
“I’m coming!” Salazar roared.
This time, he didn’t hold back. The fighters charged into battle, the silvery light of the moon shining upon them. Shadows of fists flew around the air, crashing into one another.
Since Morine was still trying to gauge his newfound strength, he blocked one punch too slowly, causing Salazar to panic. His fist was already inches away from Morine’s shoulder, and despite his best efforts at holding back, he still sent Morine flying into the distance.
However, just before he hit the tree behind him, Morine held the trunk with one hand and steadied himself. Then, with the trunk as a stepping stone, he launched himself at Salazar again.
“I’m as sturdy as a boulder, Salazar. It ain’t that easy to hurt me.”
The battle raged on.