Chapter 116: One-on-One

After tonight, it would be about time to bestow Blessings upon his Followers. Xiong Er seemed to have promoted this matter extensively, and many Magical Beasts and residents of Banwang City had learned about it. In truth, this was exactly what Zhai Guangyi needed. He now required fame and faith—the greater the momentum, the more Followers he could gather, after all, he genuinely bestowed Blessings, not just empty promises.

It was like how Feicui had always made empty promises to the former Clan Leader of the Black Bear Race—hardly anyone followed him, as Feicui truly struggled to offer a single Blessing. Recently, Xiong Batian’s followers had also been increasing. After becoming a Demigod, she could clearly feel that the more people followed her, the stronger her Soul Power became, and she faintly possessed the power to bestow Blessings.

The reason Demigods were called Demigods was precisely because at this stage, powerful beings possessed the same authority as Deities—granting blessings and promoting the evolution of those beneath them. If a Family could produce a Demigod, their descendants would have a greater chance of becoming Demigods as well. This was the benefit of Blessings. Although advancing to Demigod required certain opportunities, receiving a Blessing meant having that chance.

When receiving a Blessing, there was an opportunity to obtain a rare Skill. By leveling up a rare Skill to its maximum, it could evolve into a Special Skill. For example, Zhai Guangyi’s Healing Magic was a rare Skill, and Xiong Er also possessed rare Skills. Even without a Demigod Rank Blessing, one could still advance to Demigod by leveling up Skills.

Zhai Guangyi took out the Magic Mirror to check the Group Chat. Honestly, during this period, the Group Chat had been incredibly lively, with almost everyone staying up late at night chatting on their Magic Mirrors. Although many were lurking, at least Lilith was definitely lurking—given her strength and status, it would be easy for her to obtain one of these Magic Mirrors circulating in the market.

Yang Jingting: “A few of us will also come to the scene tomorrow! @Chen Dabai, can we meet up?”

Qiao Zhirou: “I’ve prepared gifts for everyone, and everyone who attends will receive one.”

Li Wenjun: “The Elf Church’s Blessing list really has me on it! Brother Bai! You are my Deity! After farming for years, I can finally Breakthrough to Level 20.”

Yang Jingting: “Huh?”

Xu Aicai: “Huh? How can someone still be at Level 20 after coming here for years?”

Li Wenjun: “Then what Level are you guys? I don’t have any backing, my start wasn’t good, and both my parents are farmers.”

Wang Dazhuang: “It’s fine, come buy the fruits I’ve recently grown. Not only do they taste good, but after eating them, you can also Transform into the Hulk. Let me show you the effect.”

After Wang Dazhuang finished speaking, a video appeared in the Magic Mirror. Upon opening it, it showed big Ladong in a forest somewhere, eating a green fruit. He gave a thumbs-up, but judging by his expression, the taste was definitely not great.

In the footage, big Ladong’s body suddenly turned green, his entire skin taking on the same shade as a Goblin’s. Then, his entire body began to grow larger, swelling up, and his muscles became even more exaggerated, truly transforming into the appearance of the Hulk. However, the only issue was that only his upper body changed, while his lower body remained as it was originally. Due to being top-heavy, big Ladong in the footage walked very strangely, wobbling unsteadily.

Big Ladong raised his arm and punched the tree trunk, but due to insufficient stability in his lower body, he lost his balance and fell headfirst to the ground instead. Although the tree trunk was smashed, he himself wasn’t in much better shape. The scene ended there.

Wang Dazhuang: “Why isn’t there an undo function?”

Xu Aicai: “You really know how to promote products.”

Ye Yuanyuan: “Although I believe the person in the scene is our classmate Wang Dazhuang, I still don’t recommend casually using fruits of unknown origin.”

Wang Dazhuang: “What unknown origin? I worked hard to grow these myself, I grew them myself!”

It was now confirmed that Big Ladong was indeed Wang Dazhuang, but Zhai Guangyi hadn’t expected him to be this foolish. He began to feel somewhat concerned about the ingredients in his own home. Fortunately, he was still in the Demon King City and could enjoy the carefully prepared dinners by the maids. If he had to rely on ingredients prepared by Ladong, he thought surviving on photosynthesis wouldn’t be a problem—it was still better than turning into a green giant.

Yang Jingting: “I’ve already reached Level 47. My current appearance would definitely shock you all!”

Chen Dabai: “That’s it?”

Yang Jingting: “What? If you’re so capable, why don’t you tell us your level?”

At this moment, Xiong Er fell silent for a while. She rarely went out, and if it weren’t for Xiong Batian occasionally taking her out to hunt Magical Beasts, her level might not even have reached 40. Meanwhile, Xiong Da, having participated in the battle at Banwang City, had gained significant improvement and had already reached Level 50.

For Zhai Guangyi, Level 47 was indeed nothing special. But for those Transmigrators born in less favorable environments with fewer opportunities for combat, leveling up wasn’t so fast. After all, the place where he was born was the Mesopotamia Forest, which had the highest concentration of Magical Beasts. The territory he now ruled was only a small part of it—just an area in the east.

Apart from the central region ruled by the Dragonkin, the surroundings of the forest were filled with Magical Beasts. His True Body had been fighting constantly, though it had shifted from being a tree to having a group of Magical Beasts fight on his behalf. Now that the Forest Elves had arrived, his True Body had even fewer tasks to handle, and there were no so-called formidable enemies requiring his personal intervention—Xiong Batian alone was more than enough.

Xiong Er’s disdain for Level 47 stemmed from spending too much time with Xiong Batian and Feicui. If she really wanted Magic Crystals, it wouldn’t be too difficult, which naturally made her somewhat arrogant.

Chen Dabai: “Tell you then, who’s afraid? I’m already Level 50. It won’t be long before I reach the Half-God Rank.”

Yang Jingting couldn’t stand this arrogant guy, and Level 50? Who would believe that? As a descendant of the Dragonkin, with countless resources within his Family and Magic Crystals consumed by the handful, Magical Beasts were basically weaklings to him. He belonged to the race with the strongest physical bodies in this World.

A genuine Dragonkin. According to speculation, Chen Dabai was just a small Magical Beast or an ordinary Forest Elf under the protection of the Spirit King Tree. How could someone like that possibly level up so quickly?

Yang Jingting: “I don’t believe it. If you have the guts, come out for a one-on-one fight tomorrow and show me what Level 50 looks like.”

In this World, level doesn’t determine everything—it only indicates the level of one’s rank. The formidable physique of the Dragonkin fears no creature. Even beings significantly higher in level might not necessarily be able to inflict damage on a Dragonkin’s body.

Moreover, the dragon scales of the Dragonkin not only defend against physical damage but also absorb and resist magic. Many Dragonkin possess high resistance to magic, making it nearly impossible for ordinary Magical Beasts or Humans to defeat them.

Chen Dabai: “Ridiculous. I’m swamped with work, and there’s no benefit in dueling you.”