Chapter 46: The True Unveiling

Dawn breaks.

Across the endless plain,

Two figures sit on the edge of a hill, together watching the sky gradually brighten.

Dagonite did not teach Su Ya combat techniques,

After learning that Su Ya possesses a talent for rapidly mastering combat techniques, Lu Kan consulted with Dagonite and, after discussion, switched to a teaching method tailored to Su Ya.

At this moment,

The knight, sporting a pair of comedic, artist‑like little sideburns, explained solemnly:

"Combat techniques generate battle marks."

"Battle marks give birth to miracles."

"When a battle mark forged through arduous training is ignited, the body undergoes a qualitative change."

Su Ya asked curiously, "Ignite the battle mark, and a transformation?"

Regarding battle marks, he had previously heard another explanation from Mei Li, who said they were a choice.

"Correct, but that description applies only to a small group that includes you."

"A broader definition of battle marks is that they are crystals formed by warriors' spirits after countless days and nights of hard combat‑technique cultivation."

"That is actually a fallacy."

"Because combat techniques are, in essence, a form of cultivation; each new technique allows one to forge a battle mark within the body.

Battle marks are doors to power.

The larger the door, the greater the power obtained upon opening.

And the steadfast will forged through countless days of hard training is the key.

Using the key to open the door naturally reveals the scenery beyond."

At this point, Dagonite paused, gestured toward Su Ya, and continued:

"Your current state is that you possess a door that can expand almost infinitely, yet you lack the key to open it."

"Or rather, such a door cannot be opened with an ordinary key at all."

Su Ya nodded, roughly grasping Dagonite's meaning.

In other words,

For ordinary people, battle marks, physique, and spirit must complement each other to ultimately break through to the realm of a senior swordsman.

But because my speed of learning combat techniques is abnormally fast, the other two aspects struggle to keep pace with the growth of battle marks.

Physical strengthening might be solved by eating, but the ethereal spirit— even if I possess the willpower of a normal person after training— cannot match a battle mark that can grow almost without limit.

"Therefore, we must ignite the battle mark!"

"If you advance to senior swordsman, master, half‑hero, hero, or legend by conventional means, you would merely waste such a talent!"

"Once the battle mark is ignited, the burning mark will spontaneously set all subsequent extended marks alight, so regardless of whatever realm you later break through to—"

"As long as you learn new combat techniques, sorcery, specialties, innate abilities, even grand sorcery, innate barriers, or mental‑image realms.

"These things can become firewood, allowing you to continuously strengthen at the most fundamental level!"

Su Ya's eyes suddenly lit up,

The explanation was indeed novel, giving a feeling akin to cultivating immortality in a wuxia world or waking up to find everyone's IQ dropped ninety‑nine percent while my high‑school level mind became the world's strongest brain.

He couldn't help but ask eagerly:

"Then, Dagonite, how should I ignite the battle mark?"

"It's simple," Dagonite suddenly flashed a bright smile,

"Since the key cannot pierce the door, turn your will into blazing flame and set the door alight!"

"However..."

Saying that, Dagonite paused, looked at Su Ya, and softened his tone,

"This step originally posed no problem."

"Only..."

Su Ya hurriedly asked, "Only what? Do tell!"

Dagonite watched Su Ya's excited expression, remained silent for a moment, then wrestled with himself,

finally, he spoke heavily:

"Wang,

Dagonite can sense—

"You are still lost; you do not know what you truly want. You lack the conventional desire to become a senior swordsman in the army, a glorious knight, to raise your rank, improve a poor life, provide a good life for family, feel pride, or make those who look down on you regret it— thoughts typical of ordinary people."

"You do not possess a fixed notion of what you must become, change, or save, nor the resolve to pursue a single thing to the end."

"You are always ambitious yet hesitant, prone to three‑minute enthusiasm, constantly pondering the meaning of things and existence itself."

"But this is not a slight; it is praise. With your ability and talent, you can easily obtain everything needed to survive; it is a noble person's trouble, a born aristocratic shackles."

"However—"

"You are like a feather, able to land anywhere yet forever suspended in an empty realm, feeling neither the world's weight nor your own, only a chaotic, inexplicable pain."

Su Ya's excited expression stiffened.

But,

Dagonite, however, did not stop; instead, he looked at Su Ya with worry, clenched his teeth, and kept unveiling:

"You learned four combat techniques from Lu Kan, and within just two hours brought them to a proficiency that ordinary people would need years to achieve."

"However, in the following day you did not use them even once, nor train those techniques again."

"Clearly, if you kept training, you could refine those abilities to a level beyond any human in a very short time."

"But,"

"You didn't do it!"

"Sixty percent of your idle time each day is spent staring at the beautiful magician lady beside you, yet you don't talk to her, nor seek her to bear you offspring; twenty percent is spent watching insects on the road and white clouds in the sky; another twenty percent is spent eating and resting."

"Su Ya's smile froze completely on his face."

"He admits that Mei Li's modeling truly matches his ideal type. But this woman is an idea king he doesn't dare to provoke lightly."

"He also admits that he works with a three‑minute hot streak, that the abilities he copied from his previous life were only shallowly tasted, and that this habit hasn't changed even after arriving in this world."

"He understands even more,"

"He always inexplicably falls into a very distressing state, feeling that nothing is meaningful, that a whole day passes with nothing done yet he feels utterly exhausted."

"But,"

"Why?"

"Why did you see all these, see through them?"

"We've only known each other for a day, right?"

"And you did nothing all day, just spying on the guys?"

"Dagonite Knight, why is your 'insight' more extreme than the 'insight' etched into my panel talent?"

"Dagonite continues."

"Su Ya instinctively raises both hands to cover his ears."

"Enough, stop talking, Dagonite Knight!"

"I am about to lose my composure!"

"However,"

"At this moment, seeing Su Ya make such a resistant gesture,"

"the Dagonite, who usually hides like a turtle at the slightest wind, suddenly became unusually forceful!"

"He lifts his hand and, with a strong E‑grade muscular force, forcefully pries open Su Ya's hand covering his ears!"

"He turns his head, looking at Su Ya with a helpless yet gentle gaze,"

"\"King—\""

"\"You are without doubt a kind king. \""

"\"Your knight, Dagonite, wishes to ask you to listen to a story about a clown knight. \""

"Steps to support the author during the new book period:"

" 1. Cast a recommendation vote"

" 2. Keep reading to the last page"

" 3. Join the group, then accept the author's kneeling thanks—"

" Boom boom boom!"

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"(End of chapter)"