Novel & Cerita Muscles Are Better Than Magic

"You must be strong, fair in your combat, and never allow them to see you strike if you want to defeat something or someone more powerful. What else functions similarly to magic? Work internally.” My father once said, and at this time, I find it useful. He always tells me that even though I'm not the most well-behaved daughter, I'm the best blessing the moon goddess could have given him. It hurts that I miss him so much.

That was really heartbreaking, ten years, that’s how long before they could try again. Days passed. A lot has happened. We have undergone several extremely exhausting trainings. The trainings abut our magics was tiring and it exhaust our magics but nothing beats physical trainings. A lot of mages was strong in terms of magical abilities and skills but to be able to continue sharpening our skills, we must have extremely strong muscles, minds and hearts.

What he did was no simple feat at all. A healer could only heal. They can close a wound at most, but they cannot replace a missing limb. They can only re-attach it. Replacing a lost limb or even a cut piece of flesh takes a lot from a magus, after all. Magic is needed to replace what is missing, and that magic would need to come from somewhere else. In fact, a well trained eye or a close acquaintance would notice that some of the muscle in Boulvar’s arms and legs had been reduced, since it was used to replace the flesh that he just lost.

Show that magic was never made so it can go into extinction along with the creatures meant to wield it. Anyway, I'm using this now for my own choices. Breathing in strongly, I run inhumanely towards the beach. My feet, because of the height of my speed, rove up heavy gusts of wind into the air. And the more I increase my acceleration, the greater the gust. Then, reaching the ocean, I head into it and begin swimming. I am not weakened by the change in gravity. My muscles help me move through the large body of water as though I am still on land and running towards something.

The five of them fell asleep almost immediately and left Audrey in shock when she saw her teammates laid on random places on the ground. Audrey sat down. It wasn’t that she was tired, but she was shocked by what she had witnessed the day before that. She still did not quite understand how big the improvement her mades had made in their magic. However, after she witnessed Jace’s show of talents the night before, she finally knew why magus was a popular profession in that world. They could fight against twenty-five people single-handedly, and they could do that without any injuries to themselves too. A single spell could solve everything. No wonder many people respected that power.

“You’re the worst cheerleader.” “I’m the best cheerleader. I bring snacks and sarcasm.” I shook my head, a smile tugging at my lips despite myself. “It’s just practice. I haven’t used fire magic in a bit. Basics are like muscles—you let them sit too long, they forget what they’re doing.” Rain nodded, dropping into a cross-legged seat beside me. “Makes sense. Even sword fighters run drills, right? You’re just doing your version. Witch push-ups.” I raised an eyebrow. “Witch push-ups?”

Sil said with her mouth full of cookie bits. “Yes.” “So, this place is magical?” I asked trying to piece things together. “Don’t be silly. It’s just glamour. A trick to human eyes.” “Please, by all means, call us humans even if you’re not one of us.” I told her sarcastically. “People then. If you prefer it that way.” She said catching on my sarcasm. Sill tried to hide her smile but I saw it. “Daylight, I don’t know you but seeing that my brother has I’m guessing he met you in one of his hysterical dreams.” She stood. Daylight looked at her.

Miles is the strongest of my mates; his muscles are nearly double the size of Aphelion’s, whose biceps are slightly larger than average. “Yeah. Samael and I were discussing how weak we felt this morning. It took everything out of me to roll out of bed. I don’t know how I’m going to make it through an entire day of teaching. How strange. While my mates felt weak, I felt stronger than normal. I could feel my magic thrumming through my body, itching to be released. Could their state have anything to do with me? No, there’s no way little old me could’ve taken down four, nearly five full-fledged Gods. Maybe our time together has taken more out of them than they thought.

He wanted his cousin. He slammed his palm onto Daryl’s chest, forcing his magic not into the Prisoner but into the thread of his bloodline. A desperate gamble. If their blood was truly rare enough to chain monsters, then maybe — just maybe — it could resist them too. For an instant, the silver dimmed. Daryl’s own voice broke through: “Killian— don’t— let go—” And then the Prisoner roared, using his body like a weapon, flinging Killian backward into the crypt wall hard enough to crack stone.

agrees the teacher. “Furthermore, strength has nothing to do with muscle mass, experts say. Therefore... not every muscular person is truly stronger than those who appear to have less muscles... Now what about the “muscles” developed inside the brain?” question. “They wouldn’t be visible...” concludes the student. “For both the physical and neural muscles, what would prove the real capacity would be the tests... Therefore, when we need what we learned in this game, or better said, what the game gave us, we will know that we have the so-called necessary 'force'.” concludes the explanation.