bookandnovel Chapter 38, Rank 3!
Chapter 38, Rank 3!
Inside the monastery.
Contrary to Victor's expectations of darkness, it was as bright as day.
The surrounding walls were inlaid with glowing fluorite, illuminating the huge training ground in the center.
Victor had just stopped.
hum!
An invisible wave swept across his body in an instant.
[Target detected: Peak Tier 2 Warrior]
Bone Strength: A-
Muscle density: A
[Battle Aura Attribute: Earth (Unawakened)]
[Optimal Matching Solution: Advanced Arcane Art "Unbreakable Rock - Advanced Revised Edition"]
[Simulation training begins.]
That cold voice rang directly in Victor's mind, almost making him scream.
Before he could react...
The light in the center of the training ground suddenly distorted.
A "light man" whose entire body is composed of light and shadow and whose face is indistinct appears out of thin air.
In the man of light's hand, he held a lightsaber exactly like the one Victor was holding.
No nonsense.
Swish!
The person with the light moved.
fast!
too fast!
Victor felt a blur before his eyes, and an overwhelming sense of oppression instantly washed over him.
That's the aura of a third-tier expert!
"Well done!"
Victor roared, his years of combat instincts causing him to instinctively raise his sword to parry.
clang!
A loud bang.
Victor felt like he had been hit head-on by a running rhinoceros.
His hand was split open, and blood was flowing freely.
He was sent flying more than ten meters away, crashing heavily into the wall.
"Cough cough..."
Victor spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, but his eyes flashed with an unprecedented glint.
Just a moment ago.
Just as the two swords clashed.
A strange flow of information traveled along the sword and rushed directly into his mind.
That's not writing, it's not language.
It's more of a feeling...
That's the route that battle qi takes through the meridians!
It's about the technique of applying force!
It is the application of power by a third-tier expert!
"So that's how it is..."
Victor struggled to his feet, staring intently at the luminous figure. "It's not about looking, it's about fighting!"
"Endure the most brutal beatings, learn the most ruthless techniques!"
As long as he doesn't die, as long as he can still stand up, this luminous man will repeatedly "feed" those profound secret techniques into his body through actual combat!
"Again!"
Victor roared and charged forward again.
This time, the fighting spirit emanating from him began to undergo subtle changes.
The originally scattered and turbid battle qi began to circulate according to the strange route in his mind, becoming solid and heavy.
He was knocked away time and time again.
I got up again and again.
With each fight, he would get another wound, but the light in his eyes would shine a little brighter.
That seemingly insurmountable bottleneck that had plagued him for five years.
Under this onslaught of wind and rain, a crack finally appeared.
……
Outside the monastery.
Time passed by, second by second.
The carpenters stopped training and gathered outside, nervously staring at the tightly closed door.
Olivia also crossed her arms, her brow furrowed.
"They've been inside for an hour."
She looked at Lorraine. "There's no sound from inside. Hopefully nothing's happened."
"This building looks really eerie. Are you sure that old knight can handle it?"
Lorraine did not speak.
He simply stood there quietly, watching the data on the Witch's Codex jump around in real time.
[Victor's vital signs: fluctuating wildly]
[Mental state: Extremely excited]
Current progress: 98%...99%...
Sudden.
A slight smile curved Lorraine's lips.
"It's done."
The voice just fell.
boom--!!!
A deafening explosion rang out from inside the monastery.
Followed by.
A visible, yellowish-brown shockwave swept wildly outwards from the monastery!
That was the shockwave from the explosion of battle qi!
Holy crap!
The carpenters who were closest to the blast wave were thrown to the ground and rolled around like gourds.
Olivia's expression changed, and she raised her hand to create a plant barrier, barely managing to block the impact.
"Releasing battle aura? Condensing aura into armor?"
She stared ahead in disbelief, "Really... really broke through?!"
squeak-
The heavy, black iron gate slowly opened.
A figure emerged from the shadows.
It's Victor.
But he looks like a completely different person now.
His clothes were reduced to shreds, and his entire body was covered in blood and bruises.
But with each step he took, the ground beneath his feet would vibrate with a dull thud, leaving a deep footprint.
On the surface of his body.
A faint, earthy yellow halo, like the texture of rock, was flowing around.
That's the mark of a third-tier knight—the armor of battle aura!
Although it is still very thin, and although it is not yet stable.
But this is indeed the power of a third-tier power!
"call……"
Victor walked out the door and exhaled a long breath of white air.
The white mist condensed and did not dissipate, but instead shot out more than two meters away, just like a sharp arrow.
He looked up at Lorraine, who was standing at the front of the crowd.
There were no cheers, no wild laughter.
This towering man, in full view of everyone, knelt down heavily, as if a mountain of gold and a jade pillar had collapsed.
His knee slammed into the frozen ground with a loud thud.
"grown ups……"
Victor's voice was hoarse, with a hint of sob in it.
"I, Victor, have never submitted to anyone in my life."
"But today..."
He suddenly drew the molten longsword, held it above his head with both hands, and pointed the tip of the sword at himself.
This is the highest form of loyalty a knight can offer.
It was even higher than the last time he was given the Molten Longsword.
This means that the power of life and death has been completely handed over to the other party.
At the lord's command.
Even if it means demanding that he commit suicide, it must be done.
"I, Victor, swear in the name of my ancestors!"
"From this day forward, this sword will be an extension of your will!"
"Whoever you ask me to kill, even if it's a god in heaven, I'll cut off a piece of flesh for you!"
A deafening cheer erupted from the crowd.
The carpenters were so excited their faces turned red, as if they themselves had made a breakthrough.
A third-tier knight!
In their eyes, that was an invincible existence!
Even in a count's territory like Frostwolf City, there are only a few such powerful individuals.
White Wolf Outpost, such a small pioneering baronial territory.
There's already one person.
With such a powerful figure in charge, what are Icefield Wolves and Demon Tides? Aren't they just easy targets?
Even the usually arrogant Olivia's gaze towards Lorraine had completely changed at this moment.
If the tomatoes and the watchtowers had only made her feel that Lorraine had a rich history, then...
Now, this monastery that can mass-produce powerful individuals fills her with fear.
This man...
How many cards are still hidden?
Lorraine stepped forward and reached out to grasp the blade of the heavy sword.
His palm was cut by the sharp blade, and blood flowed out, sliding down the blade.
"I accept your vow."
Lorraine's voice was calm.
"Get up, Victor."
"Get well soon."
He raised his head, his gaze passing over the cheering crowd, and looked towards the gloomy sky to the north, which seemed to be pressing down.
A blizzard is brewing there.
Less than ten days remain until the Fimbulb Winter attacks.
"This is just the beginning, Victor. Send those two carpenters in for some serious training too."
"Lorraine said softly, her eyes as cold as knives," she said.
"Next, we're going to prepare an even bigger surprise for our 'guest' who has come from afar."