Pale blue knowledge

For twenty years since his soul had transmigrated, Bailuo thought this was an ordinary world, until one day, a black leather book appeared in his mind.
"Is there magic in this world?"
Facing Bailuo's question, his uncle remained unwavering as he said, "No."
"But there are miracles."
"What are miracles?"
"A sword that can release flames, a pot that can pour out gold, a beautiful girl grown from a fruit."
The uncle said, "Controlling the mist, bringing the storm, commanding the thunder."
"Magic!"
Bailuo raised his hand and pointed, "This is definitely magic!"
"No."
His uncle said, "These are truly miracles."
Years later, when Bailuo looked upon the nation he had built with his own hands, that magnificent and majestic sight, he agreed with what his uncle had said all those years ago, "This is a miracle..."

A rare magical miracle in the world

With a swing of his sword, he amputated Sigurian's legs.


As Sigurian's legs hit the ground, they were instantly devoured by blood-red flames, which also coiled around the stumps, bringing him unimaginable, excruciating pain.


Luckily, the Holy Shield Shackles quickly wrapped around the stumps of his limbs, and while they once again suppressed Sigurian, they also extinguished the blood-red flames.


"How's that, have I shown you enough respect?"


Respecting your enemy means bringing your A-game, keeping a tight watch, and not giving them the slightest chance to probe for weaknesses.


How could this be seen as venting anger?


A person as calm as Bailuo, how could he do something out of anger?


On the contrary, if Bailuo hadn't done this, it would mean he was underestimating his opponent, taking Sigurian lightly, and that would bring shame upon the People of Yatun.


Chapter 135: I'm Not Venting My Anger, I Respect You (Vote for Recommendation)_4