"Still not giving in? Then try this!"
Since his Thunder Technique had already given him a psychological advantage, he would switch methods and keep up the pressure.
Gerald took a deep breath and formed hand seals before his chest. The yuanqi in his dantian surged out along a route through his meridians entirely different from that of the Thunder-Summoning Art.
An exceedingly faint golden glow began to appear on the surface of his body. It shone from deep within his skin, like dawn piercing a thin mist, and covered his whole body in an instant.
Golden light flowed ceaselessly around him, enveloping him in a translucent golden barrier.
The supreme source of heaven and earth, the root of all things. Through countless aeons of cultivation, I manifest my divine powers. Within and beyond the three realms, the Dao alone reigns supreme. Golden light dwells within me, shrouding and illuminating my body!
"Golden Light Mantra, activate!"
Clad in golden light, Gerald immediately felt his confidence soar.
He could feel warm energy enveloping every muscle and every bone in his body under the Golden Light Mantra's blessing.
Standing on his flying sword, Gerald looked down at the Basilisk still roaring below. He actually leaped off his sword of his own accord, raising a fist to smash it into the Basilisk's enormous head.
Since beginning his cultivation, Gerald had almost never truly fought anyone at close quarters.
His fight with Helena in Albania had been an exchange of ranged attacks. Against Winslet in the secret passage, he had used a combination of spells and his Thunder Technique. Even his training with Lupin had mostly consisted of exchanging spells and practicing defense.
But today was different.
This Basilisk was immune to most magic, limiting the effectiveness of ranged attacks. That instead gave him the