CH 213

Teresa blinked curiously at Rode.

Meanwhile, the latter was being harshly reprimanded by Soren, "You brat, don't get cocky. None of the team leaders here are your match, and unless ordered by the king, you're the only one in the top class who hasn't graduated!"

Rode retorted angrily, "Don't underestimate me. I've improved a lot, and no one is my match. In a few days, you won't be either."

Soren was infuriated.

"Kid, there's a limit to being arrogant. Training pause! Everyone, gather! Teresa, practice with him."

A cheer erupted in the spacious training ground.

Thirty-three team leaders and one hundred seventy team members all gathered.

Raisin patted his shoulder sympathetically, "Brother, I support you mentally."

Beowood chuckled, "Teresa is the pride of our northern city. Although you're our great hero, the absolute difference in strength... I hope you understand."

The others joined in the teasing, eagerly waiting for the show.

Teresa leaned in and asked softly, "Rode, do you want me to go easy on you? Just a thousand silver coins."

Soren snapped, "Teresa, take this seriously and teach this ignorant kid a lesson. Otherwise, he'll get too full of himself, and monsters won't show mercy."

Confidently, Rode said, "Bring it on. No need to go easy. I'll show you that I've improved... Two thousand silver coins, and make it convincing."

Teresa winked, indicating that she heard him.

Ha, the power of money.

I'm going to establish my invincible image here.

Rode laughed happily, striking a cool pose and delivering a powerful blow to Teresa's waist.

Teresa fell to the ground, clutching her ankle. "Ouch, it hurts. I think I broke my foot."

The training ground erupted in jeers, with some even shouting, "Fake match! Refund!"

Soren sighed deeply, knowing it would turn out this way. Teresa was good at many things, but she loved money too much, and her acting skills were terrible.

"Alright, everyone, back to training! Teresa, add weight and run a hundred laps in the gravity room."

"Yes, Teacher Soren."

Teresa leaped up and headed to the gravity room, showing no sign of injury.

"Rode, come here," Soren said sternly.

"Do you know what you'll be facing in thirty days?"

Rode replied sullenly, "Combat rating."

Soren snapped, "Combat rating of level five! Do you think it's easy? Your basic skills are far from enough! Look at your steps, weak and feeble. Look at your movements, slow and soft. Look at your reactions, no different from a pig's!"

Rode shrugged, "Don't worry, Teacher Soren. Once I unleash my ultimate move, the whole arena will be turned upside down..."

"Shut up! If I lose control and turn into a monster right now, do you believe that you won't even have a chance to use your move before I kill you?"

"I can't..."

Before he could finish the sentence, a cold sword was already at his neck.

Rode hadn't even seen the trajectory of Soren drawing his sword.

Soren said coldly, "Rode, your basic combat skills are too weak. It takes decades of training to become a qualified level five combatant. Lord Theodore has elevated you to a position that doesn't belong to you."

"I don't know why the king made this choice, but since it's come to this, we have to go through with it."

His eyes glinted with a cold light as he spoke, word by word.

"In the next thirty days, you will complete training that would normally take decades. I've arranged a full set of training plans for you, and Teresa and I will personally train you."

"As long as you don't die, you will continue training."

Faced with such harsh words, Rode only showed a joyful smile.

"Alright!"

Soren's face remained expressionless, but he was shaken inside.

For the first time, he noticed a glimmer of something unignorable in this young, somewhat slippery, and not very stable kid.

Unrelated to his fire seed.

---

In the following period, Rode underwent intensive training in the new training ground.

The training mainly focused on the use of spiritual energy, combat, evasion techniques, emergency response, spiritual defense, and all basic combat methods.

Soren was determined to solidify this guy's foundation.

His growth was too fast, and he could slowly comprehend advanced combat skills in the future. As long as the foundation was solid, he wouldn't crash and burn, greatly reducing the possibility of accidents.

To Soren's surprise, he had already prepared medical nuns and church priests to train day and night.

"My Healing System Game"

But Rode seemed to have transformed completely, mastering everything very quickly.

Any action, he learned after doing it once.

After doing it ten times, he was proficient.

After practicing with the team members a few times, he excelled.

If he won in practice, it was the ultimate skill.

Soren couldn't believe it. He had previously appeared quite average, at most just diligent.

But in terms of talent, he wasn't a seedling for combat.If his fire seed was not suitable for growth in battle, he would never have been able to enter the secret branch.

And now, there was still a trace of mediocrity there. In front of him, it was simply a super combat genius. He had an instinct that surpassed ordinary people in any combat skill.

Even the Valkyrie, Teresa, did not learn as fast as he did.

Has this kid had an awakening?

Did Lord Theodore help him awaken?

Soren felt more and more incredible as he practiced.

Rode, who used to be no different from a sniveling worm in his eyes, can now hold his own against him.

And with Teresa, he can now have a back-and-forth fight for a while.

Especially after he completed the spiritual advancement ceremony at the Mechanical Research Institute, his spiritual level jumped from level three to level five, and the power of his spiritual strength was officially released, allowing him to even win a move against Teresa in a short match.

Is this the genius that King and Lord Theodore value?

Possessing talents that even the God of War, Kose, would be shocked by.

But under the shock, Soren also doubled his practice, quickly shortening the original thirty-day training plan.

At this rate, it is likely that in less than ten days, he will reach the predetermined goal that he originally thought was impossible.

And at this moment, Rode was already smiling crookedly.

The feeling of the divine is too strong.

Just like the name of the star power, "Inspiration," Rode will continue to trigger inspiration during his practice, gaining more insights and greatly improving his learning ability.

Whether it's the Thomas spiral, the fish leap somersault, the handstand, the side flip, the hand flip, the somersault, or the swallow balance, as long as he listens and does it once, his muscles seem to remember.

Doing it once and practicing it once, he has mastered the essence of the action, no longer constrained by appearance, and can freely perform.

After several real battles, he has fully integrated them, making them instinctual, like a bird soaring or a fish swimming.

If he wins in a real battle using these movements, it feels like an electric current passing through his scalp, a tingling sensation that penetrates his brain.

It feels like entering the realm of the divine, with no hindrance at all.

Too strong!

The feeling of the divine is too strong.

Rode has endured for a long time, and the star that he was determined to ignite did not disappoint him.

Teresa, who was once thought to be unbeatable, can now hold her own against him.

In certain specific situations, he can even win a hand or two against her.

Haha, I'll take your two thousand silver coins!

In the functional room of the training ground, Rode challenged her to the Jotakne hook step, and then successfully maneuvered her out of the circle in a bowl-like structure.

"Hahaha! Teresa, your change of foot speed is slow, and there's a half-degree deviation in the angle of your toe, which is a fatal mistake. The core speed of the hook step is right here."

Teresa, however, did not look frustrated, jealous, or envious. On the contrary, she showed the same smile of finding something joyful.

"I understand, little Rode, you've mastered it so quickly."

Rode smiled, "Teresa, do you want to have a real fight? If I win, you have to call me big brother from now on. If I lose, two thousand silver coins, how about it?"

Teresa's light blue eyes curved, and her smile was like that, her curved eyes were like a crescent moon.

"Okay."

She stood up and carefully took off her armor, revealing the training suit underneath.

From Rode's perspective, her figure was unexpectedly good.

When she slightly bowed, Rode confirmed this—this guy had more substance than she appeared to have.

"Aren't you wearing armor?"

Teresa smiled, "I'm not."

"Can we start?"

"We can."

The moment the words fell, Teresa's figure almost flashed in front of him. Her long golden hair left a trail in the air, and a one-inch long golden blade appeared on her wrist, already placed at Rode's throat.

"You lose."

Her flowing golden hair fell, and Teresa smiled.

"Two thousand silver coins, oh."

Rode didn't even have time to complete half of the swallow balance movement before he was knocked out.

"How...how are you so strong?"

Teresa looked puzzled, "It should be that my spiritual strength is higher than yours. You're only at 30,000 carvings, not even half of mine. My spiritual level has already reached six."

Dejected, Rode took out two thousand silver coins and handed them to her.

"Thanks, little Rode."

Teresa took two steps back, chose a special angle, bowed to him, and gave him a wave of benefits.

"I'm going to train in the gravity room, see you later, little Rode."

Teresa smiled lightly, put on her armor, and left the training room.

Until Soren came in, Rode was still dazed in place.

"Huh? Why are you bleeding from your nose? Is training still too strenuous? Then reduce the intensity a bit, your progress has far exceeded the plan..."

Rode turned a deaf ear, with only that moment's charm echoing in his mind.

Wow, so big, so white.

---

In the following days, Rode's free time noticeably increased.

And for some reason, Soren had him officially fulfill some of the duties of a captain.In the regulations of the covert branch forces, the battalion commander is responsible not only for managing the members but also assists the instructor in training a portion of the new recruits.

Kassan, living up to expectations, became one of the newly confirmed members of the "Top Class."

Rode would teach them after the training sessions ended.

At first, many were reluctant, seeing Rode as a few years their junior, questioning why he should be their instructor.

Rode's method was simple; he convinced them with his fists.

Once he displayed his identity and achievements, no one dared to challenge him again.

But truth be told, due to various reasons, the strength of the second "Top Class" was far inferior to the first.

The students of the first class were already well-known, having battled the dark creatures on the front lines for years, only lacking graduation due to various reasons.

The second class was entirely greenhorns; many had never even left the royal city, their greatest feat being the slaying of a few low-level monsters during patrols.

Rode's formidable strength and legendary experiences quickly won them over.

Even when he arrived for training, the students would bow in unison as required.

"Welcome, Big Brother Rode."

Only Kassan was too embarrassed to say it out loud.

Rode didn't mind and simply appointed Kassan as the "Big Sister," leading the younger members in rigorous basic training.

Of course, as the "Big Sister," Kassan's own fundamentals could not be neglected.

During training, Rode always took special care of her, often giving her extra guidance, closely instructing her on every movement and technique.

This wasn't Rode taking advantage; although Kassan's body was soft, pale, and fragrant, she was too flat for his liking.

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Even touching her, he felt no impulse.

Kassan, despite blushing furiously, understood that physical contact was normal in training and didn't pay it much mind.

She felt both loss and joy.

The loss came from the fact that Rode was far beyond her in every aspect.

The joy was that she had also taken a significant step forward and was growing rapidly.

With the Seed of Fury within her, she might one day stand shoulder to shoulder with Rode.

A few days later, Rode's affairs became even smoother, slick as oil, with everything falling into place.

Thus, he finally had time to execute his key plan.

In this fifth-level combat evaluation, Rode's winning trump card wasn't grueling practice, Soul Strike, or Soul Cannon—such powerful skills.

It was the potent items within the stone platform.

The Dream Fragments he had obtained in the Sigilus graveyard brought him five incredibly powerful items.

The "Flesh Golem" was a creation far surpassing the wooden golems in strength.

The "Flesh Armor" could greatly enhance his defensive capabilities.

The "Soul Defense" could block a blow that would otherwise be fatal.

The "Calles Thermobaric Cannon" was a supercharged thunderstone that required no charging.

And the most terrifying, the "Harbinger of Destruction," which could burn life to unleash potential, granting immense strength until death.

Additionally, he needed to hurry and create the "Stone of Resurrection."

That was his ultimate trump card.

With the Stone of Resurrection, he could infinitely "Awaken," with limitless soul energy, blasting any evaluation to smithereens.

What was the cost? Death.

At most, he would resurrect after some time, no big deal.

Hahaha.

Rode, brimming with excitement, hurried towards Grey Street No. 17.

He was going to find the apothecary to gather materials.