Chapter 2282 Abyss Demon Claw

On the boxing ring, both Thomas and Allen put on loose fighting clothes and protective helmets. After embracing, Edward, the guest referee, announced the start of the match.

Thomas obviously also knew that his advantage lay in his strength. From the beginning, he actively approached Allen, trying to suppress the opponent's movement space, drove him to the corner, and launched a fierce attack with his best heavy uppercut.

It's a pity that Allen's dexterity exceeded his expectations, and he managed to get rid of his suppression many times. Suddenly, he kicked Thomas down with a whip kick, and his butt hit the floor hard, making a muffled bang.

"Wow~ Listen to what's going on here? The '240-pound human-shaped gunpowder barrel' must have been damp, and the explosion sounded like a loud fart." Edward laughed and mocked.

Classmate Thomas blushed with embarrassment, got up in embarrassment, and shouted: "The floor is too slippery, this time is not counted!"

"That's right! The next time you get knocked down, you should complain that your shoelaces are not tied tightly." Edward said without losing the opportunity.

"Stop rambling! I haven't shown my real skills yet! Watch carefully, it's time to show off my real skills!"

Thomas was eager to save face, so he worked hard in the next round, and finally managed to push Allen close to the corner of the ring, punching and hitting repeatedly.

Although Allen was young, he showed a calm and calm demeanor. Facing Thomas' stormy offensive, he never let go of his boxing, and he persisted until the end of the round without being knocked down.

During the break between rounds, Edward "kindly" reminded Thomas: "My friend, the next round is the third round. If you continue to play like this, Joan and I will have to think about what to order for lunch."

Thomas wiped his sweat, gasped and complained: "It's all because of the damn gloves, which prevent me from performing at my true level! Edward, you know that I am a real boxer. When the street thugs in Port Leiden were fighting, You won’t wear cumbersome gloves filled with sponge!”

Edward was very disdainful of his old classmate's "dead duck mouth" rhetoric, but Alan ran over to support his opponent.

"Mr. Thomas is right. In fact, I also feel uncomfortable wearing gloves. How about we take off the gloves and fight again? If Mr. Thomas is good at magic that enhances fighting ability, you might as well use it, and I will take it too." Show your true skills."

"Little guy, are you serious?" Thomas put away his smile, "If I use the 'Stone Fist' technique, I might break your bones with one punch."

"Of course I mean it, Mr Thomas."

"Very good! Allen, I appreciate your courage. If you can take my full punch, I will lose this match."

Thomas took off his gloves and cast a spell to bless his hands with a ring of "Stone Boxing". The palms of his hands glowed with blue-gray magic power, his skin became as hard as granite, his joints were sharp, and his fists seemed to grow bigger.

After moving his arm, Thomas reminded Allen: "Be careful, I'm going to punch!"

Allen nodded, took a deep breath, and slowly lifted his hands to his chest, twisting and deforming, and suddenly turned into a pair of dark and weird sharp claws, exuding breathtaking waves of magic power.

"What kind of spell is this?" Edward looked surprised.

"It should be a supernatural ability derived from the power of blood." Joan carefully observed Alan's mutated hands and guessed: "This ability can temporarily transform Alan's hands into powerful magic weapons. surgery'."

At this time, Thomas had already hit with all his strength, and his granite-hard fist was like a fired shell, roaring towards Allen's chest.

The blond-haired boy raised a pair of pitch-black claws to block the incoming stone fist. The moment of the collision, there was a loud noise similar to the roar of gold and iron, which echoed over the empty boxing gym for a long time.

Thomas' punch was so powerful that Allen barely blocked it, and took three steps back before standing still.

Thomas didn't make excuses this time, canceling "Stone Boxing", and frankly admitted after hugging Allen that "back wave" is indeed better than his "front wave".

"Alan, what trick did you use just now, your hands became like the claws of a beast." Joan asked curiously.

"That's a supernatural ability that I realized after awakening 'Abyss Bloodline'. It can temporarily transform my hands into 'Abyss Claws', which is equivalent to a level 1 enchanted weapon. With the increase of the Warlock level, the basic damage of 'Abyss Claws' and The level of enchantment will also be enhanced simultaneously."

After listening to Allen's introduction, Joan nodded slightly, and then said to him: "With your physical fitness, fighting skills, and natural weapons like 'Abyssal Claws', it is very suitable for you to take the route of 'close combat fighter', But it still depends on which spells you can awaken in the future."

"Brother Joan, besides 'Power of the Bull', 'Grace of the Cat' and the 'Stone Fist' that Mr. Thomas just cast, what other magics can strengthen the fighting ability?" Allen asked eagerly.

"Such as 'enlargement', 'transfiguration', 'transfiguration', as well as level 5 'righteousness like a rainbow' and level 6 'transformation'... There are many spells of this type. When you have time in the future I'll tell you more slowly."

Joan himself is very good at transformation spells. If Allen was a mage, it would be easy, just let him copy down the relevant spells and teach himself.

It's a pity that Allen is a warlock and cannot learn new knowledge by copying spells. Whether he is suitable for this route depends on whether he can discover the above spells from his own blood.

If Allen is unlucky and unable to awaken such melee-assisted magic on his own, he can only use the "bridge method" to continuously expand his blood talent until he comprehends the desired spell. To bear the risk of blood rejection.

This is also impossible, after all, no profession is perfect.

The four left the boxing gym, and then went straight to the Rawls laboratory.

Joan knocked on the door. After five years, Edward and Thomas saw the living Master Rawls again. They couldn't contain their excitement and embraced their teacher with tears in their eyes.

When Master Rawls saw his former students, he couldn't help his eyes flushed. He hurriedly brought the young people to the living room to inquire about the experiences of Edward and Thomas in the past five years. Feel relieved.

Joan introduced Alan's situation to the teacher, and recommended the teacher to accept this talented student.

Master Rawls has returned to school these days and has heard some rumors about Alan Davis from his colleagues. He knows that he is the most outstanding talent in Leiden College's Austrian law major after Joan.

Of course he is happy to recruit good seedlings, but it's a pity that Allen is a warlock.

As a sorcerer, all the students Rawls has accepted over the years are also sorcerers. He lacks the experience of guiding warlocks, so he is somewhat worried about misleading his students.