The Last King Of Darkness
Chapter 296 - 213: The Might of Inspiration

Chapter 296: Chapter 213: The Might of Inspiration

Teresa blinked and curiously looked at Rod.

Meanwhile, Rod was being fiercely scolded by Soron, "You stinking brat, don’t get cocky. You’re no match for any captain here. If it weren’t for the King’s orders, you would be the only one in the Top Class who hasn’t graduated!"

Infuriated, Rod retorted, "Don’t you dare underestimate me. I’ve changed a lot, no one is my match. In a few days, neither will you."

Soron was infuriated.

"Kid, there’s a limit to conceit! Training halt! Everyone, gather around! Teresa, go spar with him."

A cheer instantly erupted across the spacious training ground.

Thirty-three squad captains and one hundred seventy combatants all convened.

Reslin sympathetically patted his shoulder, "Brother, I support you in spirit."

Beowood laughed, "Teresa is the pride of North City. Even though you’re our great hero, when it comes to the gap in sheer power... I hope you understand."

The others were even more vocal, eagerly anticipating the spectacle.

Teresa leaned in and whispered quietly, "Little Rod, do you want me to go easy? Just a thousand silver coins and I will."

Angered, Soron exclaimed, "Teresa, take this seriously for me. Teach this ignorant fool a lesson so he doesn’t get too inflated. Monsters won’t show mercy."

Confident, Rod said, "Come on, no need to hold back. I’ll show you I’ve really changed... Two thousand silver coins, and make it look real."

Teresa curved her eyes, signaling she had heard.

Ha ha, that’s the power of money.

I’m going to establish my image of invincibility right here.

Rod smiled happily, struck a super cool pose, and executed a perfect Dragon Tail Whip, hitting Teresa squarely on the waist.

Teresa collapsed on the spot, clutching her ankle, "Ow, ow, ow, it hurts so much, I think my foot is broken."

Jeers immediately filled the training ground, and someone even shouted, "Fixed match! Refund!"

Soron sighed deeply, as he knew it would turn out this way. Teresa was good at many things, but too money-hungry and her acting was abysmal.

"Alright, back to training, all of you! Teresa, to the Gravity Room for you. Run a hundred laps with extra load."

"Yes, Teacher Soron."

Teresa sprang up and skipped towards the Gravity Room, not looking the least bit injured.

"Rod, come here," Soron said with a frown.

"Do you know what you will be facing in thirty days?"

Rod answered sullenly, "The combat evaluation."

"A Fifth Level combat evaluation! Do you think it’s easy? Your foundation is currently far from sufficient! Look at your footwork, weak and ineffective; look at your moves, slow and soft; look at your reaction time, no better than a pig’s!"

Shrugging, Rod replied, "Don’t worry, Teacher Soron. Once I use my killer move, the whole arena will be overturned..."

"Shut up! If I were to lose control and turn into a monster right now, do you believe you wouldn’t be able to use a single move before I killed you?"

"Unbeliev..."

Before he could finish his last word, a cold sword was already positioned across his neck.

Rod hadn’t even clearly seen the trajectory of his draw.

Soron said coldly, "Rod, your basic combat abilities are too weak. To become a qualified Fifth Level combatant would take decades of training. Lord Theodore has elevated you to a position beyond your abilities."

"I don’t know why the King would make such a choice, but since it has come to this, we must press on," he stated, a chilling light flickering in his eyes, each word measured.

"In the next thirty days, you will complete the training that normally takes decades. I’ve already arranged the entire program for you, and Teresa and I will personally supervise your drills."

"As long as you’re not dead, you’ll have to keep training for me."

Faced with such harsh words, Rod could only reveal a smile of joy.

"Great!"

Soron’s expression remained impassive, but inside he was shaken.

For the first time, he noticed something in the young, slightly slippery, not-so-steady lad that he couldn’t overlook.

It had nothing to do with his Fire Spark.

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In the following period, Rod underwent closed-door training in the new training ground.

The training content mainly included the use of Spiritual Energy, hand-to-hand combat, evasive footwork, emergency reaction, Spiritual Defense, and so on, covering all the basic combat techniques.

Soron was determined to lay a solid foundation for this fellow.

He was advancing too fast. Advanced combat tricks he could slowly comprehend in the future. As long as his foundation was solid, he wouldn’t capsize in a ditch; the likelihood of accidents would be greatly reduced.

To Soron’s immense surprise, he had prepared medical nuns and church priests, ready to train him to the brink of death around the clock.

But Rod seemed reborn, mastering whatever was taught with incredible speed.

Any move, follow it once, and he’s got it.

Repeat it ten times, and he’s mastered it.

After a few spars with the combatants, it became his specialty.

If he won the spar, that was the cherry on top of his specialty.

Soron couldn’t believe his eyes. Before, Rod had seemed rather average at best, perhaps just a bit more diligent.

But talent-wise, he didn’t seem cut out for combat.

If it wasn’t for the fact his Fire Spark thrived in combat, he would never have been admitted into the secret division.

And now, there was no sign of mediocrity; before him stood a supreme combat prodigy, someone who possessed an innate sense for Combat Skills far beyond the ordinary.