That morning passed quickly, so quickly that afternoon arrived and the sun was still up while Strax lay on the sofa, still recovering from the aftermath of his fight with Beatrice the previous night.
"I wonder how many tis it will take to level up..." Strax murmured to himself, trying to find a way to understand Dual Cultivation. "Anyway, any excessive activity can cause problems in the future.
I'm not indestructible, and this isn't like the novels I used to read where the protagonist has infinite stamina to keep going endlessly." He thought, many things crossing his mind, but he didn't want to rely on dual cultivation; that was his main stance.
"I'll continue cultivating through ditation as I always have. Using dual cultivation will be only for very specific monts. I still don't know the purpose of the System or how it was given to , but I can't rely solely on this tool. I need to beco strong on my own, not as a tool of the system."
He was both right and wrong at the sa ti, presuming a lot and thinking deeply about what he could or couldn't do with the System. He saw the System as an entity beyond his conventional reality, sothing like an auxiliary program from so strange god who wanted to have fun.
Perhaps it was just his vast knowledge of novels and things he had seen in his past life on Earth, but he was soone on the path to Absolute Strength, and if a System wanted to give him that, he would accept it only if he could surpass the system.
"So lazy..." Strax said as he settled back on the sofa, closing his eyes, trying to get so more peaceful rest.
BOOOOOOOOM!
"Damn... what's happening outside?" Strax murmured, a bit annoyed, feeling the ground tremble as he just wanted to relax for a bit. After all, in a few days, he would have to be back at his best. But what was happening? Well...
There were three won in the center of that makeshift Training Field, surrounded by trees and large rocks, which served as markers for their bursts of strength. The air was fresh, filled with sweat and complicated emotions, but the energy emanating from those three... that was what made the ground slightly tremble. They were excited.
Beatrice, with her long purple hair tied in a ponytail, was in the center, focusing. Monica, the perverted maid, was moving with surprising agility, especially for soone who had only just started real combat training, despite her still delicate appearance... Well... as for Samira... how to put it... She was still acting as the guild master, wasn't she?
Her stance was firm, and her eyes, burning like flas, were closely observing every movent of the won in front of her.
She sighed and focused on a target... Yes, a single woman would receive her attack, the very one who had... well, mocked her for having enjoyed a wonderful night with her husband.
"Let's see what you're capable of, Beatrice!" Samira shouted, launching a swift and fierce attack with her fists engulfed in flas. Beatrice, seeing this move, elegantly dodged, spinning in the air and landing softly a few ters away.
"Don't underestimate my daughter," Monica murmured inaudibly... well, she couldn't say that out loud. With a mischievous smile, she moved to support Beatrice, turning the battle into a two-on-one. She was still inexperienced but wanted to improve; she needed to beco stronger to keep up with the man she loved.
Feeling Monica's support, Beatrice decided to test a new move she had recently been developing. She concentrated her energy and, in a fluid motion, released a wave of force that made the ground tremble and cracks spread through the earth.
Samira was thrown back but managed to land on her feet, her eyes shining with a cruel fla. "Impressive, but still not enough," she said, rising and preparing for the next attack.
Monica and Beatrice exchanged a quick, knowing glance. "Attack her," Monica said, and Beatrice nodded, feeling the energy flow between them.
The two advanced together, their energies intertwining and creating an almost palpable aura around them, as if they were in... Perfect Sync. Samira, now on the defensive, tried to keep up with the quick, synchronized movents of the two.
The impact of their colliding energies made the ground shake even more, and the surrounding trees swayed violently. The training had turned into a demonstration of power and skill, where each movent, each strike, was a testant to strength beyond the ordinary. It seed like everyone was trying to impress each other.
After an intense exchange of blows, the three stopped, panting but smiling. "That was incredible," Beatrice said, wiping the sweat from her forehead. "I've never felt so connected with you two."
Monica, equally exhausted, placed a hand on Beatrice's shoulder. "We almost defeated her."
Samira, catching her breath, nodded. "I have to admit, you two are improving very quickly, just like that man. But that only makes want to train even harder." The three laughed, and the tension of the past few days seed to dissipate. The training was not just a physical battle, but a way to strengthen the bonds they shared, especially knowing how crazy that man was...
But did they stop after a simple confrontation? Of course not, especially Samira, who had only fought defensively. She wanted to hit a little too... The tension on the Training Field only increased, with the three realizing it was about to start again. Their energy began to reinforce their bodies, their auras almost visible. From Samira's perspective...
"They're practically identical; how has Beatrice not noticed this familiarity..." she murmured.
But keeping her smile, she prepared to advance again. Her movents were extrely fast and precise. First, of course, she targeted the one giving it her all, Beatrice, who for so reason was taking it more seriously than the others and was consequently more tired.
"Got you!" Samira shouted, landing a kick directly on Beatrice's stomach. Beatrice tried to dodge but ended up stumbling over a rock and had to block with her hands. "Uhhh," she grunted in pain as she held the kick while being dragged backward.
Monica, noticing the intense exchange between the two, decided to intervene. She launched an energy punch towards Samira, forcing her to montarily retreat. "You underestimate us too much, Samira. Stop fighting by focusing on just one," Monica said, her gaze firm and confident.
"And you should stop acting like a mother bird protecting her little chick," Samira retorted, mocking Monica. These words hit Monica hard, but that was a grave mistake by Samira, as she was too relaxed in such a situation.
Beatrice took advantage of the distraction created by Monica to launch a counterattack. She concentrated her energy and, with a quick move, sent a shockwave with her feet towards Samira. The impact was strong, and Samira was thrown back, falling to her knees, but quickly got up, her eyes shining with determination.
"Using the terrain against ... Your energy control has improved a lot since the last ti..." Samira said, breathing heavily. "But I'm still standing."
"Can you all stop?" The man's voice entered the arena, making them all turn, curious. "I thought you were sleeping," Beatrice said, running to hug him. But Strax didn't reciprocate; he had a scowl on his face. After all, he wanted to rest a bit, but they didn't let him with all this noise.
"He's angry," Samira said, observing how Strax was acting.
"You deserve to be punished," Strax said, changing his scowl to a mischievous smile.
Beatrice stopped, looking at Strax with a mixture of expectation and caution. "Punished? How so?" she asked, trying to decipher his tone.
Strax crossed his arms, his smile widening. "You think you can make so much noise without facing the consequences? Let's see if you can handle a bit more training... with ."
Samira, still panting, smiled back, accepting the implicit challenge. "So, the great Strax finally decided to join us? This will be interesting."
Monica, noticing the seriousness in Strax's eyes, prepared herself ntally. "We're ready. Show us what you've got."
Strax took a few steps forward, his presence imposing an aura of authority and power. "Very well. Let's begin."
With a swift movent, Strax released a wave of energy that made the ground tremble even more intensely. The three won felt the pressure but didn't back down. Beatrice was the first to react, channeling her own energy to form a protective barrier around them.
"Good, Beatrice," Strax said, impressed. "But you'll need more than that."
He disappeared from sight, moving with impressive speed, and reappeared behind Samira, launching a direct attack. Samira managed to dodge at the last second, but the force of the blow created a fissure in the ground.
Monica seized the opportunity to attack from the side, her hands glowing with concentrated energy. Strax blocked the attack effortlessly, spinning to face her. "Monica, your precision has improved, but you need to be faster."
The fight intensified, with Strax pushing each of them to surpass their limits. Beatrice, Monica, and Samira fought together, synchronizing their movents in an attempt to overco the powerful adversary. With each strike, the training field was marked by the force of the battle.
"And I thought you would be resting," a fourth woman's voice erged, making them all stop imdiately.
"And I thought you wouldn't co after for now, Diana," Strax replied, seeing the woman shrug. "The Patriarch wants to see you," Diana said.
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