The Last King Of Darkness
Chapter 606 - 360: Endurance_2

Chapter 606: Chapter 360: Endurance_2

Now, Rod’s total Spiritual Energy had reached 20 tracks, and neither Frost Blue nor the rocking chair in the House of God showed significant recovery effects.

The only way to recover quickly without major side effects was to take potions.

However, various Spiritual Energy Potions and Soul Red Crystals could not be taken indefinitely; he had to be frugal with every drop of Spiritual Energy, avoiding any waste.

Sword training!

The longsword and the great sword were my main combat methods!

A real man faces monsters up close and personal.

Spiritual Power Cannons, Spiritual Power Missiles, all are the behaviors of cowards, I would not use them!

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In the training ground, the sound of the sword’s wind howling kept resounding as Rod multitasked, controlling both himself and the Phantom to practice and get accustomed to using Wind’s Phantom as soon as possible.

With the addition of Divine Sense, Rod adapted quickly; within moments, he was able to control the Phantom and fight with it.

As he was immersed in the pleasure of rapidly growing stronger, a voice interrupted him.

"You’re training the wrong way."

Rod stopped, turned around, and saw an old man standing by the field, looking intently at him.

"May I ask who you are?"

The old man’s face was full of wrinkles, appearing very old, but he was alert with a straight back and ordinary stance; however, Rod faintly sensed killing intent, prompting his question.

"I am called Galen." the old man said calmly, "I specialize in swords—short swords, straight swords, curved swords, great swords, special large swords—they are all within my domain."

He stepped forward into the field.

"Your motions are expert, like that of an old hand who has practiced for decades, but there is no godliness, you are not a master."

Rod’s heart chilled; his skills indeed had reached their peak long ago. Divine Sense endowed him with an extraordinary learning ability, allowing him to master all intermediate and high-rank combat skills thoroughly.

But for some reason, the effects were not very good on the battlefield; many warriors weaker than him in skills could unleash greater power.

He politely asked, "Master Galen, what should I do?"

The old man glanced at him, "They all call me Master Galen."

"Master, what should I do?"

The old man lifted his wrist, and Rod handed over the Star Dust Longsword understandingly.

"Nice sword."

The old man praised.

"I envy you for having such a soul creation."

He twirled his wrist, the longsword tracing a dazzling path through the air.

After just a few turns, Rod felt that the old man had changed, but could not pinpoint exactly where.

"Watch closely!"

Suddenly, the old man thrust the longsword plainly into the Measurement Crystal.

Bang!

The two Measurement Crystals displayed two numbers.

kilo-ticks, that was his instantaneous Spiritual Power Strength, the same as Rod’s.

3911, that was the Destructive Power of his strike.

Rod’s mouth fell open, how could there be such a big difference?

The old man’s power technique was indeed impeccable, but only slightly stronger than his.

A few hundred more would be acceptable, but almost double, what was the reason?

The old man, as if knowing what Rod was thinking, calmly said, "The difference lies in the godliness."

Rod looked at him puzzledly.

The old man continued, "The power of the sword’s edge depends essentially on the strength, and the strength depends on the Spiritual Energy."

"The fluctuating state of Spiritual Energy follows your will to transform into strength and endures the impact caused by the strength."

"It operates in every instant of your sword swing, in every time granule, your Spiritual Energy drives your arm. After countless time granules, your sword strikes."

"However, in each time granule, your exertion is not perfect, and much strength is wasted."

"You cannot achieve perfection in every moment, except the true gods, no one can do that."

"Therefore, at this time, you need to rely on your instinct, your feeling, your godliness."

"Skills determine only your lower limit, your godliness determines your upper limit."

At that moment, Rod felt as if a door to a new world had opened before his eyes.

Many doubts that had troubled his heart for a long time suddenly became clear.

No wonder no matter how much he trained, there was no progress.

Divine Sense indeed had significant limitations and could not give him true godly wisdom.

"What should I do?" Rod eagerly asked.

"Swing your sword with your soul, not with your hand," the old man said lightly.

Rod had an epiphany.

"I understand! When swinging the sword, use all emotion, no technique!"

A glint of Bright Light flashed in the old man’s eyes, the first time he raised them as if assessing Rod.

But Rod had already been swept into a fervor, gripping the longsword and fiercely chopping at the Measurement Crystal.

...

The power didn’t increase; it drastically decreased instead.

The old man calmly said, "Don’t think you’re training. The one before you is a monster; it has killed your parents, relatives, and friends. You must seek revenge."

Bang!

The power was less than half of before, yet Rod turned around with a face full of ecstatic joy, "I did it! I felt it!"

The old man spoke evenly, "Good, continue."

But his hand tightened, showing that his heart was not as calm as he appeared.

Excited, Rod continued to throw himself into the training.

"Hahaha, I am invincible!"

"Die! Harmful vermin, I will kill you all!"

"Ah, my wife! You died so horribly, I must avenge you!"