Wizard: I brought the wrong system.

Chapter 607 The Great Monument Smasher and the Flying Leaf Flower Picker

The girls looked at each other, but dared not say anything.

Although it may seem spectacular to conjure up a ball of sparks out of thin air, in reality, it's not even as impressive as the acrobatic performances they used to see in the village, let alone something that would inspire their longing.

Bevan, standing beside Yaro, immediately noticed the girls' expressions and quickly spoke up to remind them:

"Teacher, could you demonstrate with a physical object? We really can't see the depth of your technique."

"Physical display?"

Yaro quickly realized something was wrong.

The problem is that Yaro has only recently mastered internal energy and doesn't even have a suitable external skill to unleash its full power.

In this situation, what method should be used to 'demonstrate with physical objects' in order to arouse these girls' yearning for internal martial arts?
"The best way is to use the 'Flame Fist' that I showed Bevin before. Every punch is a critical hit, and the flames explode. It will definitely pique their interest."

"But the effects of 'Flame Fist' will be difficult to achieve with internal force in the future. Even if we want to demonstrate the power of internal force, we can't just deceive people, can we?"

Yaro is not rigid.

Just like the sparks he threw with his fist, they actually all relied on fire magic.

However, he hoped that the effect he demonstrated would be one that could actually be achieved with internal strength in the future, rather than a mere deception.

The sparks flying from punches and kicks were because the internal energy had indeed undergone a certain degree of change in nature last night, confirming the possibility of developing internal energy with fire-type magical properties. That's why magic was used to simulate the effect of fire-attribute internal energy.

"Since even punches filled with fire can't pique their interest, what method should we use to demonstrate the power of our inner strength?"

Physical display...

Yaro looked around and quickly noticed a blue stone in the courtyard.

"Okay, then I'll demonstrate with the actual product."

As he spoke, Yaro slowly walked to the side of the bluestone.

This piece of bluestone is the size of a millstone, narrow at the bottom and wide at the top, with an unusually smooth top, resembling an irregular stone table.

Perhaps it was because it was too big to be used as a building structure that Baron Claire placed it in the center of the yard as a table.

He stood still beside a bluestone that was larger than himself.

Yaro slowly raised his hands, focused his mind and energy, and stared intently at the huge rock in front of him.

As he moved, the surrounding air seemed to grow heavy, and an indescribable tension permeated the courtyard.

The girls stared intently, holding their breath, and Bevan stared back as well.

"open!"

With a roar, Yaro slammed his hands down onto the blue stone in front of him, as if he were holding up the entire sky.

"boom!"

A dull, loud thud echoed through the courtyard.

The once incredibly hard bluestone was now like a giant brittle cake, neatly shattered from the edges by Yaro's slap and pull.

Boom!

Broken bluestone collapsed down, scattering fragments and raising dust.

The girls' eyes were filled with shock and awe, and Bevan couldn't help but gasp.

The pair of fleshy palms shattered the bluestone; what terrifying power that was!

Teachers actually have this kind of power?

Yaro stood with his hands behind his back in the center of the courtyard. His figure appeared exceptionally tall in the morning sun, exuding the aura of a grandmaster.

He looked around, his gaze lingering on the girls and Bevan, and slowly began to speak:

"How was that move?"

"Teacher, what's the name of this move?" Bevin asked quickly.

Yaro glanced back, a calm smile on his face:
"The Great Monument Smashing Hand"

"The Great Stele-Smashing Master? The Stele-Smashing Master?"

Recalling his teacher's actions, Bevan exclaimed, "That name is so accurate! Concentrating the power in the palm and striking the target with force is like actually smashing a stone tablet."

Yaro stood with his hands behind his back, maintaining the demeanor of a master, smiling without saying a word.

No one knew that his hands were trembling uncontrollably behind his back. Hiss!
It hurts!

"Teacher, teacher! Is there anything else?" Bevan asked expectantly.

Hearing Bevin's words, the girls blinked and looked at Yaro with curiosity again.

Again?

Yaro's eye twitched involuntarily, but seeing that the girls had finally shown interest, he couldn't bear to refuse them outright.

"of course can."

As Yaro spoke, various thoughts raced through his mind. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the grass blades beside him and suddenly another idea came to mind.

"Then let me show you how to pick flowers with a flying leaf."

"Picking flowers from fallen leaves?"

Bevin was somewhat surprised.

Just how many more amazing tricks does the teacher have up his sleeve?

"Yes, using leaves to pluck flowers is a hidden weapon technique. Women are naturally weaker than men, so your main attack method in the future will also be hidden weapons."

"However, I haven't mastered this move very well yet, so don't be surprised if it doesn't work."

As Yaro spoke, he slowly walked towards the pile of weeds beside him.

Meanwhile, his right hand, which was behind his back, was also moving rapidly, trying to relieve the pain in his palm.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Yaro finally walked to the side of the weeds, pinched them with three fingers, and the blades of grass deformed.

With a little effort, he plucked it off, his five fingers moving nimbly, the grass blades deforming wildly in his palm, appearing exceptionally soft.

Does anyone recognize this plant?

Yaro turned around and asked with a smile, his fingers moving constantly as he took the time to wiggle his palms.

“I know it!” the youngest girl said immediately. “It’s soft-leaved vegetable! It’s a kind of wild vegetable with very soft leaves, but it tastes very bitter!”

"Are the leaves soft?" Yaro nodded slightly to the girl and smiled. "They won't be soft in my hands!"

"Alright!"

As Yaro spoke, he pinched one end with two fingers and straightened the soft leaf with the other three. He concentrated for a moment, and an invisible force continuously gathered into the blade of grass.

In a daze, the girl seemed to notice that the blade of grass had inexplicably turned emerald green.

Before she could examine it closely, a gentle breeze suddenly appeared, carrying fine dust and sand that swirled around Yaro.

"Gather!"

Yaro gave another low shout, and a whirlwind rose up, continuously gathering into the blades of grass.

"go with!"

Yaro flicked his wrist, and the blade of grass spun rapidly in the air, creating a strong gust of wind that swept out and precisely sliced ​​down a small orange flower in front of him.

Then it spun around, carrying the little flower, and flew back to Yaro's hand.

Phew... thank goodness! The flower didn't fall.

Otherwise, the only option is to unleash the wind magic and let them fall to the ground naturally.

Yaro secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Silently wiping away the wood-elemental magic covering the grass blades, the hardened grass blades regained their softness, and were then casually discarded by Yaro, drifting down to the ground.

Yaro pinched the small flower between two fingers, casually handed it to the girl who had just responded, and said with a smile:
"How about it, do you want to learn?"

"miss you!"

The girl nodded vigorously.

"what about you?"

Yaro looked around.

Several girls, some looking at the little yellow flower, some looking at the cracked blue stone, all nodded with different expressions.

"miss you!"