Even Teresa, hailed as the Valkyrie, didn’t learn as fast as he did.
"Has the kid had an epiphany?"
"Did Master Theodore help him with that?"
The more Soron trained, the more incredulous he felt.
The Rod he had previously thought no different from a slug was now capable of exchanging a few moves with him.
And with Teresa, he could spar back and forth for a while.
Especially after he had completed the Spiritual Power Level advancent ceremony at the chanical Research Institute and leapt from the Third Level straight to the Fifth Level, the strength of his Spiritual Power Strength was fully released, allowing him to even win a move against Teresa in a short bout.
"Is this the genius that the King and Master Theodore value so much?"
The one with the talent that even the War God of Kosai was shocked by.
But beneath that shock, Soron also doubled his training efforts, drastically cutting short his original thirty-day training plan.
At this rate, it might take him less than ten days to reach the goals he had thought impossible.
anwhile, Rod was nearly splitting his sides with laughter.
"Divine Sense" is too powerful.
Just like the na "Inspiration" of Star Energy suggests, Rod would continuously have inspirations during his practice, gaining more insights and greatly enhancing his learning ability.
The Thomas Rotation, the fish leap roll, the headstand, the side flip, the handstand, the sorsault, the Swallow Balance—if he listened once and did it once, his muscles seed to rember it.
One practice, one mastery, capturing the essence of the movents beyond re appearance, free to adapt.
Several real bouts, it would intertwine and beco instinct, as natural as birds soaring and fish frolicking in water.
If he won using these moves in real combat, it felt like electricity coursing over his scalp, the feeling of paralysis and tremor penetrating deep into the brain.
It felt as though he had entered the realm of the gods, without the slightest hindrance.
Too powerful!
"Divine Sense" is too powerful.
The Star he had struggled so long to ignite, risking his life for it, had not disappointed him.
The once seemingly unbeatable Teresa was now soone he could stand up to.
In fact, in certain aspects, he could even beat her by a move or two.
Ha-ha, that’ll teach you for charging two thousand silver coins!
In a functional room of the training facility, Rod especially challenged her to the Jotak Inner Hook Step, and then, in a bowl-shaped structure, he succeeded in tripping her out of the ring.
"Hahaha! Teresa, your foot-switching is slow, there’s a half-degree deviation at the tip of your toe, a fatal mistake, oh, the core speed of the inner hook step lies right there."
Teresa did not show annoyance, jealousy, or envy; instead, she revealed the sa joyful smile as if she had found sothing delightful.
"I see, little Rod, you’ve mastered it really quickly."
Rod laughed, "Teresa, how about a real fight? If I win, you’ll call ’big brother’ from now on, and if I lose, two thousand silver coins, what do you say?"
Her light blue eyes curved into a smile, her laughter always like that, eyes curving into crescents.
"Alright."
She stood up, carefully removed her armor and revealed her training suit underneath.
From Rod’s perspective, her figure was surprisingly good.
As she bent slightly, Rod confird it—she had much more to her than her appearance suggested.
"You’re not wearing your armor?"
Teresa laughed, "Nope."
"Can we start now?"
"Yes."
The mont the words fell, Teresa’s figure almost blinked in front of him, her long golden hair left a lingering shadow in the air, and a golden light blade an inch long appeared on her wrist, already positioned at Rod’s throat.
"You lost."
As her golden hair settled, Teresa said with a smile.
"Two thousand silver coins."
Rod hadn’t managed to complete even half a Swallow Balance before he got KO’d.
"How... how can you be so strong?"
Teresa looked puzzled, "I think my Spiritual Power Strength is higher than yours, you’re only at 30 thousand ticks, not even half of mine, my Spiritual Power Level is already at six."
Rod dejectedly took out two thousand silver coins and handed them to her.
"Thanks, little Rod."
Stepping back twice, Teresa chose a special angle to bow her head in thanks, sending a wave of benefits his way.
"I’m off to the Gravity Room to train, see you, little Rod."
Teresa smiled lightly and left the training room in her armor.
Until Soron walked in, Rod was still dazed in place.
"Huh? Why are you having a nosebleed? Could the training really be too strenuous? Then let’s reduce the intensity a bit—your progress has already far exceeded the plan..."
Rod turned a deaf ear, his mind replaying that fleeting mont of charm.
Wow, so big, so white.
——
In the following days, Rod found himself with noticeably more free ti.
And for so reason, Soron formally assigned him to fulfill so of the Captain’s duties.
In the regulations of the covert branch forces, the Captain, besides managing the mbers, also assisted the instructors in training so of the new recruits.
It so happened that the mbers of the new "Top Class" had been determined, and Kashan had beco one of them, as expected.
After training sessions, Rod would go and teach them.
At first, many were discontented—Rod looked even younger than they were, so why should he be their instructor?
Rod had a simple thod of persuasion—directly with his fists.
And when he flaunted his identity and rits, nobody else made a fuss.
But honestly, for various reasons, the strength of the second "Top Class" was far from that of the first.
The students of the first class were all well-known veterans who had fought against the monsters of darkness on the front lines for many years; they had simply not graduated due to various circumstances.
The students of the second class were completely fledglings; many had never left the Royal City, and their greatest feats were killing a few Ungraded monsters during patrols.
Rod’s overwhelming strength and legendary experiences quickly won them over.
Even whenever he ca to train, the students would bow to him in unison as required.
"We welco Big Brother Rod’s descent."
Only Kashan was too embarrassed to utter the words.
Rod didn’t mind and simply appointed Kashan as the Master Sister, leading a group of brethren in the diligent practice of the fundantals.
Of course, as the Master Sister, Kashan’s basics couldn’t be neglected either.
In training, Rod always took special care of her, often giving her private lessons and guiding her through every detail of her movents.
This was not Rod trying to take advantage; although Kashan’s body was white and soft, slling nice, she was too flat.
Even touching her didn’t stir any impulses.
And although Kashan’s face blushed with embarrassnt, physical contact during training was normal, and she didn’t take particular notice.
She felt both loss and joy.
The loss was that in every aspect, Rod had far surpassed her.
The joy was that she was also taking great strides, growing rapidly.
With the Fire Spark of Fury she possessed, in the future, she might well stand shoulder to shoulder with Rod.
A few days later, Rod’s tasks went even more smoothly—so much so, he could be called slick in his dealings, with a touch of craftiness.
So, he finally had ti to carry out his key plan.
This ti, the triumph for the Fifth Level combat rating wasn’t due to brute force skills like Soul Blast or Soul Cannon.
It was the powerful items from the Stone Platform.
The Dream Fragnt he had obtained at Sigles’s gravesite had brought him five ultra-powerful items.
The "Flesh Puppet" was a top creation far surpassing the Wood Puppet in strength.
The "Flesh Armor" could greatly enhance his defense capabilities.
"Soul Defense" could block a hit that would have been fatal.
"Kales’ Sa Temperature Cannon" was like a super Thunder Stone that didn’t need charging.
And the most terrifying, the "Pioneer of Destruction," which could burn life to unleash potential and gain imnse strength, until death.
Besides, he had to hurry and make the "Resurrection Stone."
That was his ultimate trump card.
With the Resurrection Stone, I could have infinite "Awakenings," infinite Spiritual Energy—aren’t all ratings going to be blown to smithereens by ?
The cost is just death.
At worst, I’ll Resurrect after a while, no big deal.
Ha, ha, ha.
Full of excitent, Rod hastened towards number 17 Grey Street.
He was off to find the dicine Woman to make preparations for the materials.
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