Wizard: Max level talent, starting from zero-ring trick.

Chapter 28 Transformation, Master-Level Wind Blade Technique

"Starting tomorrow, the material quota will be changed to 20 times."

Victor simply said this calmly, then slowly went back to prepare the potion.

There's a sense of calm, almost dazed feeling!

Ian was delighted with the twenty-times configuration; normally, that many times would have cost him at least a dozen magic stones.

That's thanks to Victor.

"No, under normal circumstances, the Potions Club might not have this many opportunities. It's just that so many are needed for pre-battle preparations."

Ian sighed.

It is said that at this time, small-scale frictions began to occur between the two schools of thought.

The academy itself remained calm.

......

Ian's life gradually returned to normal.

In the blink of an eye.

Ten days have passed.

Inside the laboratory.

Victor's eyes twitched as he watched Ian preparing potions not far away.

Flowing like clouds and water.

He was practically a seasoned veteran.

A bottle of medicine was prepared in just fifteen minutes.

Although there is still a gap compared to him, he was able to do it by relying on a higher level of mental strength.

In terms of proficiency alone, Ian's proficiency with the secondary hemostatic agent is already no worse than his.

"Finally, an expert!"

Ian looked at the panel and saw that the hemostatic medicine had finally reached the specialist, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

Ten days and nearly two hundred practice sessions.

Converted to normal magic stones, he would need to spend over a hundred magic stones to reach the same level.

"Ian, this batch of hemostatic medicine is now complete. We shouldn't need it for a while, so you don't need to come after today."

Victor stepped forward.

Because of Ian, he completed his assigned task ten days ahead of schedule.

"Thank you, instructor."

Ian expressed his sincere gratitude.

Without Victor, it's fair to say he wouldn't be where he is today.

"How many runes have you branded?" Victor asked.

"Still five, but we should be able to have six soon." Ian didn't hide anything.

"It seems your talent is indeed a mistake."

Victor nodded.

He later discovered that Ian's talent was only at level five, which clearly indicated a problem during the testing process.

It should be a third-class talent.

It's passable.

"Do you still want to join the Potions Department?" Victor asked.

"Yes."

Ian was determined.

He needs the magic stone.

"Okay, the Potions Department values ​​talent the most, especially mental strength and alchemy talent, so the grades in meditation and basic potion studies are the most important."

You have no problems with the basics of pharmacology, so from now on, you need to invest all your magic stones in improving your mental strength. Do you understand?

Victor said calmly.

"Understood, thank you for your guidance, instructor."

Ian understood that this was indeed the case.

If there's one area where he's lacking, it's his mental strength.

"But spirit potions aren't cheap!"

Ian sighed inwardly.

None of the potions related to mental strength are cheap; even the most basic mental strength recovery potion requires three magic stones.

It can slowly increase the speed of mental energy recovery within three days.

Let him meditate one or two more times a day.

That's thirty magic stones a month.

He currently has 23 magic stones from the reward plus eight magic stones from the Silvermoon Lake family, for a total of thirty-one magic stones.

With next month's bonus, it'll barely be enough.

"Now it's time to sprint."

Ian's gaze gradually hardened.

There's one more chance at the training ground.

Let's go.

......

Testing ground!

Ian first practiced on his own.

He practiced Wind Blade Technique every day for ten days, and by then he had reached the expert level in Wind Blade Technique.

He's only one step away from becoming a master.

"Hecamoise!"

A three-meter-long wind blade appeared before their eyes and flew towards the alchemical doll in the distance.

boom!

The doll flew off, and a deep crack appeared on its surface.

"Wind Blade Technique breaks through to Master level, talent increased by 5."

"Talent: 168 → 173".

Ian's eyes lit up.

It truly lives up to its reputation as an excellent form of witchcraft.

It increased my talent points by a full five.

Of course, the surprises didn't end there.

Ian looked at the alchemical doll in the distance, where the displayed number was a full 4, which meant an energy intensity of 4.

"4".

Ian smiled.

In the lower levels of zero-ring witchcraft, ordinary-level witchcraft is roughly equivalent to a witchcraft of a certain energy intensity.

A score of "excellent" is around two to three, while "outstanding" is even higher.

As for proficiency, generally speaking, proficiency allows one to fully unleash the power of a spell, while expertise allows for 1.2 times the power, and mastery allows for 1.5 times the power.

The Wind Blade Technique is considered quite good among excellent techniques, probably at level three, and with the proficiency reaching four points of energy intensity.

Of course, this is based on a foundation, assuming the use of a standard unit of mental energy.

"Six runes can reach a standard energy intensity of 24."

Ian pondered.

Of course, that's impossible. If he were to directly mobilize all his mental energy, not only would he be unable to control it, but even if he could, he would probably just collapse on the ground after using it.

Generally speaking, witchcraft can mobilize at most one-third of one's mental energy, which is still eight energy intensities.

Ian was momentarily dazed.

That's enough to smash a boulder to pieces.

And this was only something a first-class wizard apprentice could do.

What about the second- and third-class wizards?

"So we have to hide in the academy. If a war really breaks out and we run into those people, we might not even know how we died."

Ian clicked his tongue.

At this moment, the sparring partner he had called in advance had also arrived.

"That new wizard from that day?"

The sparring partner happened to be the wizard who practiced with Ian on the first day; I hadn't encountered Ian in the previous few days.

"I feel relaxed again today."

He waved his hand, signaling Ian to do it.

Ian nodded.

Without any incantation, a three-meter-long wind blade gradually condensed in front of him.

The wind blades emitted wind that even left streaks on the ground, creating an unusually auspicious scene.

In the distance, the wizard apprentice stood there, dumbfounded.

"Wait a minute, something's not right."

His eyes widened.

Wasn't it only a few tens of centimeters long ten days ago?

How did it suddenly become three meters tall?

And what about the strength?

Even from more than ten meters away, he could feel the biting wind element above.

"Help!"

The apprentice even forgot he was still wearing protective gear and turned to run towards the nearby cover.

Whizzing!

With a whooshing sound of wind, the apprentice felt the cover in front of him vanish instantly, and a wind blade tore his body apart.

A few seconds later, he slowly opened his eyes.

"I almost forgot I also have protective gear, which is enough to satisfy ten energy levels."

He breathed a sigh of relief.

But when he looked down, he saw that a crack had appeared on the surface of the armor.

The strength is indeed insufficient.

But it is extremely sharp!

"Is this really a newcomer?"

His lips twitched; this was the kind of damage that only a seasoned apprentice could inflict.

But he had indeed seen him ten days ago.

Could he have improved to this extent in just ten days?

"This is outrageous!"

He watched Ian approach from afar and felt a chill run down his spine.

Who are these apprentices competing with?

......

Go home.

Ian first returned the magic stones to the members of the mutual aid society, and then asked them to help him buy some mental potions.

the next day.

Ian obtained the secondary energy potion.

Light blue, one bottle contains four magic stones.

That's right, as war draws closer, the price of those damn potions has gone up.

After receiving it, Ian did not take it immediately, but began to meditate. When his mental strength gradually approached its limit, he opened the bottle and swallowed it in one gulp.

Glug!

Instantly, he felt his mental energy recover much faster, and his fatigue was not as intense. He estimated that he could meditate two or three more times.

This state will last for three full days.

Three days later, Ian took the new bottle of medicine on time.

In the blink of an eye.

The fifth assessment is approaching.

This is also the last test before the final assessment.