Another World: How to Practice Without Spiritual Energy

Chapter 166 Blessing of the God of Light

In the residence originally arranged by the Vatican, Goode, Fatty and others were training in the hall.

Suddenly someone ran in and said that there was a very powerful flat-chested girl at the door who had started a fight with someone else.

The fat man, who liked to watch the fun, pulled Lilith towards the door while still wearing his combat armor.

Good didn't call out to the fat man, so he had no choice but to rush over with Ruisi and Lan Qiqi.

When Good arrived, the crowd was already three circles inside and three circles outside. With their beautiful feminine faces, people thought they were three beauties, so they let them squeeze in.

As soon as I came in, I heard someone talking about druids.

Good, who liked the Strange Records of the Continent, immediately thought of the ancient race that was comparable to the elves.

Before he could be happy, he came in and saw the fat man and the other party were in a tense situation.

A man in leather jacket was pulling a flat-chested, long-legged girl, while Lilith was pulling a fat man, and the two started to curse each other.

This situation occurred because Ulan Tuya's words "dead fat pig" made the fat man completely crazy.

Then the fat man's words "washboard" made Ulan Tuya completely give up her concerns.

"Come here, Fatty, I'm going to kill you and feed you to the Pigmon."

"You washboard, just be good and let me give you two spankings, and then you have to thank me for making you grow up again."

……

Ulan Tuya has lived in the primeval forest with her tribesmen since she was a child. She is naturally wild and her curses are bloody and violent.

The fat man grew up with Chen Xian in a small mountain village in the south. He was not afraid of anyone when it came to swearing. Influenced by Chen Xian's Blue Star quintessence over the years, he became even more skilled in swearing.

Most of the onlookers were children of aristocrats and had never heard of such dirty words.

Some girls have already covered their ears, fearing that these unrepentant words will dirty their ears.

Some people listened with great interest and took notes in their notebooks.

Well, the washboard can also be used to curse people.

Oh, feed the pigmon, yes, that thing only eats garbage.

……

“The Lord says that the world needs peace.”

An old and deep voice sounded, accompanied by the transmission of golden light waves. After being exposed to the golden light waves, Fatty and Ulan Tuya found that they could not speak.

At this time, everyone made way and saluted.

"Greetings, Archbishop."

……

The archbishop was dressed in a white robe with gold edges and held a gold-rimmed staff in his hand. On the staff was a fist-sized light magic crystal that emitted thick mist.

Good was shocked to see that the fat man was silenced by just one sentence from the archbishop.

"This is the power of the words. This is the skill of a saint."

The archbishop looked at Ulan Tuya's people with a gentle smile and said to the guards.

"Please arrange accommodation for them, dear captain of the guards. They are descendants of an ancient race and are more qualified than most to participate in the competition."

The guards quickly followed orders and led Ulan Tuya's people into the building.

The Archbishop turned and said to the crowd.

"Children, on behalf of the Holy See, I welcome you all to this conference. I also ask you to behave yourself and abide by the laws of the Holy City. If the knights of the Judgment Hall discover a fight, you will inevitably suffer."

"The competition will start in three days, so everyone should take the time to rest. I wish you all good results."

After saying this, the archbishop's figure turned into a stream of light and slowly disappeared in the scene.

As soon as the archbishop left, the fat man regained his ability to speak.

"What skill did that old man use to make people speechless? That's pretty powerful."

Good patted his shoulder and said.

"The Archbishop's practical skill is to follow his words. This is a skill unique to the priests of the Holy See. It is said that the method of learning it was left by the God of Light."

Good's eyebrows were slightly frowned on his face, which was more beautiful than a woman's.

"Moreover, this skill can only be performed by a saint."

The fat man's originally playful face showed a surprised expression.

"Didn't the boss say that the Holy See only has two saints at most? How come…"

Good shook his head. Chen Xian had some conflicts with the Holy See because of his cousin, Princess Li Ya. As brothers, he and Fatty were well aware of it.

Moreover, before in Jiange of the Peacock Empire, Chen Xian was forced to leave because the traitors in Jiange colluded with the people of the Holy See and almost killed their boss.

Fortunately, not long after they came out to train, they received a magic message and Chen Xian returned safely to Biquan Villa.

In any case, they had established a feud with the Holy See.

The more powerful the Holy See becomes, the more uncomfortable they feel.

There was no conversation along the way. Fatty and Good, with heavy hearts, took the three girls back to their courtyard.

There are many forces participating in the competition, but for top forces like the Nice Magic and Martial Arts Academy, the Holy See has arranged special courtyards.

After much deliberation, Good finally expressed his concerns.

"Half a year ago, when we were still on the road of training, news came from the villa that the boss had returned safely and was now in seclusion and would catch up with the competition. However, the competition was to start in three days, and the boss had not yet arrived."

Good looked at everyone who was in a state of deep thought, and then went on to talk about his biggest worry.

"The archbishop who just appeared randomly from the Holy See has the strength of a saint. If the Holy See wanted to harm the boss, the boss might have been killed."

After Good finished speaking, the fat man quickly shook his head.

"No, I know the boss's strength very well. Unless a saint takes action, he will have no problem escaping. And where do the Holy See get so many saints? The boss said that except for the previous pope who was a saint, the current pope is only a legendary level nine and has been stuck at that position for more than ten years. How could any archbishop be a saint? If that were the case, wouldn't the continent have been unified by the Holy See long ago?"

Although the fat man looked like a mentally retarded person when he was arguing with Ulan Tuya before, his analysis now is clear and his voice is full of confidence.

"Impossible. I've read in a book before that only saints can make their words come true."

Good tried to explain, but the fat man immediately objected.

"The boss once said that it is better to have no books than to believe in them completely."

……

"You two stop arguing. Your chattering is disturbing my meal."

Reese, who had just been concentrating on eating, was now glaring at the fat man and Good with her cheeks puffed out.

"You are just arguing about whether the old man with white beard just now is a saint, right?"

Although Reese's summary of the arguments was not quite accurate, Fatty and Good nodded silently.

Reese stood up and walked around the table as she spoke.

"Then there's no need to argue. That old man is not a saint."

Goode: "Then how can he keep his word?"

Reese: "Because he is a saint."

The other four were confused by what Reese said, and Reese continued talking as they walked in a circle.

"He is a saint in the holy city, but not in other places. Something in this city blesses him."

The four of them finally understood what Reese meant.

At this time, Lan Qiqi seemed to remember something and exclaimed.

"I remember now. Grandpa once said that the Holy City is an ancient altar. Those who are pure in light energy here will be blessed and directly conquer a great realm. They call this the blessing of the God of Light."

When everyone was marveling at the existence of such a perverted power in the world, a familiar girl's voice was heard from the courtyard next door.

"Uncle, let me go. I must kill that fat guy today. You fat pig! He actually compared me to a washboard."

When the fat man heard this, he immediately became angry.

"Come over here if you have the guts, you stupid washboard. I'll give you two lumps, both bigger than the one you have now."

Ah ~

“Yaya…”

A figure flew in from outside the courtyard wall and swung the whip in his hand directly at the fat man.