Wharton's Showboating

Hearing Dixie's answer, the group decided to stop wasting words. They continuously besieged Dixie. Unlike their earlier probing, they were clearly using killing moves this time. Although Dixie killed two more men in black, the gap in both numbers and strength was too great. Whether it was battle qi, magic, or stamina, the consumption was enormous, and his body was covered in wounds.

He had already lost his ability to fight. If he had not happened to run into Wharton, he would likely have been in grave danger. Normally, someone like Dixie would have a guardian, but Wharton had not seen one even after Dixie was badly injured. Clearly, the guardian had been held up.

Just as they prepared to deliver the final blow, Wharton finally made his move. With a single slash of his blade, several men in black were beheaded before they could even react.

"You're Dixie?" Wharton asked, looking at the still-unwilling Dixie, who had already resigned himself to his fate.

"Y-you... who are you? Do we know each other?" Dixie asked nervously, though he still forced the question out.

"You don't need to know who I am. I just found you pleasing to the eye, so I saved your life. You'll know who I am someday," Wharton said without answering directly.

"Thank you," Dixie said coldly.

"You know Linley Baruch, right? Did you run into him in the Magical Beast Forest?" Wharton asked.

"Linley? We're classmates. I heard he entered the Magical Beast Forest earlier, but we didn't run into each other," Dixie replied weakly.

"He's my older brother. When you see him next time, tell him to go home for a visit. But don't let a fourth person know," Wharton said.

"What?"

Dixie suddenly raised his voice, his face filled with shock.

If that was true, then the person before him was even younger than he was, yet his strength was so terrifying. Dixie, who had always considered himself a genius, could not process it for a moment.

"Let's find a place for you to heal first." Ignoring the stunned Dixie, Wharton grabbed him by the shoulder.

They found a cave and let him recover there. After setting him down—

"Eat this. It might help with your injuries." Wharton took out a pale golden pill and handed it to Dixie.

Dixie glanced at Wharton and swallowed it without hesitation.

It was not until the next day that Dixie refined the medicinal power and woke up. He discovered that his strength had already reached the Sixth-Level Peak, and he could break through to become a Level Seven Mage at any time. His physical body had also strengthened greatly, and there was still a great deal of energy within him that had not been absorbed. Dixie found it unbelievable.

Dixie knew it was entirely related to the pill Wharton had given him, but he did not dare ask too much. He only found Wharton increasingly mysterious.

"What was that thing you gave me last night? After I ate it, my strength broke through. Even my physical body broke through," Dixie asked as he looked at Wharton.

Clearly, Dixie had not yet noticed the changes outside his body. He was covered in blood and grime, and a faint stench wafted from him.

"Even if you want to ask questions, shouldn't you take a bath first? You stink right now." Wharton looked at Dixie, covered his nose, and pointed at his clothes.

Only then did Dixie realize that his body was covered in black impurities that gave off bursts of foul odor. His face immediately reddened, and he found a stream to wash himself before returning.

"Ha ha ha!"

Seeing his embarrassed state, neither Wharton nor Little Gold could hold back their laughter.

"Sorry about that... And thank you for saving me yesterday," Dixie said with a red face.

"It's nothing. Come to think of it, we might become relatives someday," Wharton said jokingly.

Dixie knew what Wharton meant. He also knew that his younger sister liked Linley, and he was fairly supportive of it.

"You cultivate wind and water magic. I have two secret manuals here, so I'll give them to you as well. With your talent, you should be able to become a god within fifty years. I also have another pill like the one you took before. Help me give it to my future sister-in-law, and teach her the wind-element secret manual you study as well." Seeing that Dixie was mostly unharmed, Wharton took out the prepared items and handed them to him.

Become a god within fifty years? Not even the War God or the High Priest could accomplish that. Seeing Dixie's expression, Wharton knew he did not quite believe it, but he did not explain further and prepared to leave the Magical Beast Mountain Range.

"What is your current strength?" Dixie suddenly asked from behind him.

"Level Eight Warrior, a Level Seven Peak Mage in lightning and fire magic. Also, please help me keep this secret. I don't want anyone else to know my strength," Wharton said.

"I'm leaving. You should head back soon too." With that, he turned into an afterimage and vanished from where he stood.