Chapter 89: In the Realm of Body Techniques, I Dub Thee the Strongest
Ingrid shivered slowly.
After activating the Night Blade “Shadow Iron,” the release of survival instincts and genetic locks allowed her to fight without pain in a frenzied rage… she was often referred to as a “demon” by her colleagues in the military.
However, just now, Ingrid felt a genuine malice staring at her. At first, it was unclear, but now, looking back, a chill had silently pierced through her whole body.
She instinctively wanted to speak but found Rast had already stood up and was walking out of the archive.
“As long as we clear the End Echo… will we know all the truths about the Night World?”
“Or to take a step back—”
“Since the great power of the Night World can easily recreate lost historical fragments, even legends cannot discern the difference.”
“Does it mean that…”
“As long as one possesses power equal to that of the master of the Night World—”
“Even once illusory things can be transformed into reality at will?”
Rast’s voice came from the entrance of the archive, and Ingrid could only see his back.
“Thank you very much, senior.”
“Regardless, I did not make the trip to the Tower of Secrets in vain.”
“Although, given our current differences in status, saying these words may seem a bit arrogant… but afterwards, I will definitely find a way to repay this favor.”
…
After returning from the Tower of Secrets, Mr. Silver found himself somewhat bewildered as his long-term financial plan seemed to be falling apart again.
Originally, while Rast was lying in the school hospital recovering, Mr. Silver had been by his side every day, enjoying the time spent with that pure heart.
Mr. Silver even felt that his long-stalled progress in the Sequence had begun to slowly but steadily improve.
He had a premonition that as long as he persisted at the current pace, whether in a few months or years, he would be able to break through the obstacles that had hindered him for many years and progress further.
However, just at this crucial juncture, Rast suddenly betrayed the organization and refused to be a shut-in with him.
Relying on the merits gained from previously clearing the Calamity Echo in Frozen Water Town, which had elevated his obelisk ranking to nineteenth, and with Hiltina’s help, he had successfully applied for permissions to enter the headquarters of the Tower of Secrets for the Sixth Epoch End of the Night World.
Rast began a life revolving around the “shooting range, Ashen Academy, and the Tower of Secrets Headquarters.”
He rarely returned to his dorm, mostly finding random places to stay overnight.
This forced a certain shut-in silver weasel, who used to enjoy staying home all day and was reluctant to go out, to experience the life of a “study king,” spending from dawn until dusk in studying and on the way to study.
There was no choice; after all, excellent financial supporters like Rast were hard to come by.
The opportunity to break through the obstacles and advance further was right before him, even a lazy dog like Mr. Silver had to consider that this might be his only chance in life.
He could only follow along and study.
…
Meanwhile, at the headquarters of the Tower of Secrets, Professor Barbarossa welcomed an unexpected surprise.
Originally thinking Rast was merely being polite, he was surprised to find that this seemingly weak little guy actually came every day to the Tower of Secrets to seek him out for practical training.
This stirred the heart of Professor Barbarossa, who had been working as a security guard in the Tower for decades and had become bored.
Before suffering from a soul curse that turned him into a disgraced figure, he had taught military combat techniques at the Lionheart Academy and was a complete combat fanatic.
Now that Rast had taken the initiative to come to him, wasn’t this a living punching bag… no, it was a raw gem that needed careful shaping?
If he didn’t train this seemingly feeble Rast, who looked incapable of even pinning a chicken, to become invincible in close combat, able to face any peril, then he would be failing his duty as a professor at the Lionheart Academy.
However—
With such a fervent dedication to teaching.
In just half a month, Professor Barbarossa’s mood shifted from surprise to fright.
…
Swish—
The cold light of a military dagger cut through the air, creating a sonic boom.
Then, it paused in front of the giant ape’s heart.
“I admit defeat.”
Professor Barbarossa raised his fluffy hands in surrender.
He had lost.
Humans, no, beastmen, defeated completely.
He looked quite frail on the outside, clearly someone who relied on women’s legs for a living.
However, when Professor Barbarossa, as he had promised, used “Silence Disqualified” on the Night Blade to suppress his physical qualities and rank to be on par with Rast, relying solely on combat techniques during training,
he was horrified to find that he had been utterly annihilated.
Clearly just a low-level novice, he looked no older than twenty. The news he had heard from the academy was that he was a new student who had just enrolled this year.
Yet for some reason, despite the differences in techniques compared to the military combat skills he mastered… Rast’s proficiency in close combat was exaggerated compared to his own, who specialized in this area and had earned the title of Titan through body techniques.
Moreover—
The killing intent contained in every move Rast executed left Professor Barbarossa secretly shaken.
It was supposedly “practical training,” but every move from Rast was filled with intense murderous intent… completely discarding the beauty of movements and techniques, pursuing only the goal of using the least physical effort, the shortest time, and the most efficient means to k*ll the target.
“You, how many people have you killed?”
Professor Barbarossa narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the young man before him.
If it weren’t for the fact that the scrutiny mechanism for new students at Starry University could only be described as harsh, he would almost think the person before him was a notorious killer who had slaughtered several cities.
Even those high-ranking military officers who had truly walked out from the mountains of corpses and seas of bl**d would not exude such a dense killing aura.
“To be honest, I actually haven’t killed many people. When I do, it’s mostly out of self-defense, and even when playing the clown, I keep it to a minimum.”
“Because, Xiao Ai doesn’t want me to become a perverted killer who enjoys taking lives.”
Rast smiled slightly: “Except for… some things that are no longer human.”
“Forget it.”
Professor Barbarossa shook his large head, shooting a fierce glare at Mr. Silver, who was nearby sprawled on a wooden table, lazily munching on dried fish.
This weasel surely knew something in advance but kept it hidden, watching as his colleague suffered.
It was definitely intentional.
Mr. Silver naturally would not pay attention to this counterfeit miraculous creature, its fluffy tail waving gracefully as it brought dried fish into its mouth.
Rast indeed hadn’t killed many people—
If we count the cycles where hundreds were killed each time, he had only killed tens of millions of Iron Crosses.
“Anyway, I can no longer teach you anything.”
Professor Barbarossa sighed, looking at the young man before him:
“In the realm of body techniques—”
“I, ‘Titan,’ Barbarossa, dub thee the strongest.”
(End of Chapter)
