Outside the examination grounds, Gerald and Aijon were both watching the battle.
Aijon, who had been suppressed by Gerald for decades, could not help bursting into laughter when he saw Richard gut the giant. "Gerald, your student is finished."
Gerald tugged at his beard, his brows tightly furrowed. As an old acquaintance of Aijon's, he knew what would happen next.
On the Plane Battlefield, Aijon most loved dealing with native powerhouses who relied on their physical bodies to fight. Whenever those native powerhouses tore apart his Corpse Puppets, that continuously beating heart would inevitably become their first target.
But that was a trap.
Once that heart was destroyed, it would trigger the spell the wizard had left within it. And Aijon's favorite spell to leave behind was one called Corpse Rot Blood Mist.
Anyone shrouded by that spell would melt into bloody water, even a Dragon Bloodline.
Richard thrust out with his sword, its sharp blade instantly severing the heart's connections without harming the heart in the slightest.
What a joke. Having seen a Chimera Core before, how could Richard destroy something that was obviously a core at a glance?
Taking it back for extraction was the proper course.
This Corpse Giant might have been more show than substance, but no wizard would ever complain about having too much knowledge.
Richard plucked out the heart and was about to seek out the Necromancy School apprentice when a fierce gust suddenly struck from his front-left. He ducked, and a fist as large as a casserole swept over his head. Judging by the force behind it, it clearly did not seem like something that had lost its core.
"Hmm? How can it still move?"
Richard frowned slightly and casually stuffed the heart into his Magic Pocket.
This infuriated Sly, who had