Huali had long been itching to try. Though Huang Xing had warned him once, he did not think there was anything wrong with joining the fight himself.
As the saying went, believing every word of a book was worse than having no book at all. This time, Huali chose to trust Fu You.
He felt Fu You's judgment was completely correct. Healing skills had no real training value at all. Their targets were teammates, so there was no need to worry about them dodging. With a thought, the body would make the corresponding movements on its own.
Besides, those movements were still somewhat embarrassing to him. They always made him feel awkward. He did not want to be some Magical Girl who went around kissing people indiscriminately. If intimacy was truly necessary, it should at least be with a close friend, or when life and death were truly on the line.
When it came down to it, why were healing abilities so embarrassing?
Fierce Beasts did not usually appear this frequently. Over the past month, whether Witches or Fierce Beasts, their rate of appearance had nearly caught up to that of the previous half year.
Since Huang Xing was not here and Lan Lu was accompanying him on patrol, Huali let loose and wanted to show what he could do.
The Fierce Beast was a stout octopus monster wearing a suit, with a briefcase dangling from the beard that had turned into tentacles. Perhaps because it had only just transformed into a Fierce Beast, it still seemed rather confused. Its throat produced waves of nauseating, bubbling gurgles, while more than a dozen disordered tentacles beneath its clothes groped about everywhere, as if it had yet to adapt to its new body.
Especially the briefcase hanging from its beard—it had clearly