Chapter 53: Only I Have the Unique Method Chapter 53: Body Technique Training

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

The upper levels of the Mage Tower were as vast as a plain.

Compared with the statue hundreds of meters tall, Holy Knight Grindel walked in from afar, almost just a tiny black dot.

Just then, the crystal screens before Chen Yi and Timothy flickered simultaneously.

"Basic training, 120 gold coins per hour, Holy Knight instructor adds 1000 coins. Intermediate training, 3000 gold coins per hour, advanced training, 20,000 gold coins per hour……"

Chen Yi couldn't help but frown; this training actually cost money.

Timothy stared with wide eyes in embarrassment and hurriedly explained, "Chen Master, I had no idea there was such a requirement."

"Hope Holy Knight Sir can be satisfying." Chen Yi actually didn't care about spending a few thousand gold coins; the amount of gold coins he could obtain in the future would definitely increase more and more, without a doubt.

Currently only the "Basic Training" label was lit; Chen Yi naturally clicked it, and the crystal screen flickered again.

"What's going on again?" At such a time, he especially disliked surprises.

Sure enough, it was a surprise.

Timothy said in a happy tone, "Master, the Divine Oil of Tears that just appeared in the crystal screen can enhance the human body's perception of the external environment; applying it all over the body strengthens the body, increases training effectiveness, and is something knights love most."

He waved his hand as he spoke, telling the people below to go prepare.

Chen Yi heard it and thought it was "Naked Divine Oil," feeling uneasy in his heart: Could this oil have unexpected effects?

He opened the crystal screen to look, and sure enough there was a new "Divine Oil of Tears"; Level 1 cost 1200 gold coins, Level 3 cost 5000 gold coins, equivalent to Energy Recovery Potions.

The "clatter clatter" of armor finally sounded in his ears; the Holy Knight wore bright plate armor and came straight toward him. He pressed his left hand on his sword, tucked a helmet at his waist, stood two meters tall like a pine tree, muscular and broad, three or four times as thick as a model whether front or side, yet upon close inspection seemed quite coordinated.

His sauce-red face looked more like altitude sickness; Grindel stared straight ahead, "thump thump thump" walking up close.

The very center of the Mage Tower.

The most mysterious place in the entire Kingdom.

"Master," Sand bowed to Chen Yi, saying, "This is Holy Knight Sir Grindel."

Timothy bowed his head to the Holy Knight in greeting and said, "Sir, this is the Master."

Grindel had no time to wonder about the Subway; seeing Timothy was so solemn, he also seriously saluted and called out, "Master."

He bowed his head slightly as if receiving an award.

"From today on, please have Holy Knight Sir assist the Master in comprehending martial arts," Timothy said tactfully, not giving the Holy Knight a chance to speak alone.

"Troubling you, Holy Knight Sir." Chen Yi looked up and smiled at the burly Grindel; at school, his 1.8-meter height stood out among chickens, but face to face, it was like a Tibetan Mastiff crouching before a lion.

If those muscular men from Overseas saw you, they'd die of excitement!

Chen Yi looked at the muscles on the other's neck and clicked his tongue in admiration.

"Master?" Grindel heard some muttering but didn't understand.

Chen Yi waved his hands repeatedly and changed the sentence: "Is Holy Knight training martial arts?"

The crystal screen translated accurately.

"It is martial arts," the Holy Knight replied solemnly: "Communing with the world, connecting to the Magic Net, comprehending nature, ultimately building one's own Magic Net."

Hearing him speak so complexly, Chen Yi hesitated and said: "Is that connecting to the Magic Net something that must be done?"

"The Magic Net is the same as the one Mages use," Timothy explained, then said: "Holy Knight martial arts is completely different from ordinary soldiers; historically, many famous Holy Knights could master the primal power of the Magic Net, thereby unleashing extremely formidable combat power."

When the Grand Mage spoke with the Master, Sand in his Red Robe deliberately said by Grindel's ear: "Sir, everything you see, hear, and think in the Mage Tower today is the Kingdom's most important secret; you must not reveal it in your lifetime."

"I understand." The Holy Knight was an existence second only to the Grand Mage and the Royal Family, with even higher prestige among the common people. Grindel had taught princes and princesses, generals and colonels, and mage civil officials, with ample experience; at this moment he smiled slightly, looked Chen Yi up and down, and said: "Master, if starting from the beginning, one must first learn Body Technique."

"Body Technique?"

"Body Technique mainly tempers the body, letting the flesh adapt to all kinds of movements, increasing strength and agility, and withstanding magic strikes." Grindel had some military decisiveness; in a flash he said: "Your body is tall and slender, bones sturdy, muscles slightly few, foundation not bad, but still needs additional training. Please follow me starting from the first form."

As he spoke, he slightly bent his legs, held both hands flat, made a movement similar to a horse stance plus standing at attention, then slightly shook his waist.

Body Technique movements tempered a thousand times were skills the Holy Qiao People dreamed of; the Mages quietly withdrew, only Timothy and another Red Robe Mage remained, with Sand responsible for clearing the area.

The Mage Tower's Top Floor, as large as a Guangchang, was now empty except for four people.

"Learning now?" Chen Yi awkwardly shook his waist and hips, doing it in the Subway. "Please, Master, shake with all your strength; waist strength is the foundation of Body Technique; any movement a person makes relies on the waist for power." Grindel said, vigorously making his buttocks rotate in circles.

His huge body looked like a Brown Bear hula hooping.

As they made the movements, the crystal screen before Chen Yi flickered slightly.

1120 gold coins were automatically deducted from the account.

Then a second deduction.

A third deduction.

Chen Yi sweated profusely from exhaustion; in three hours, Grindel taught him three forms total, then repeated practice, switching to another kind every ten minutes or so.

In his view, Body Technique was more like ordinary physical exercise; besides taking longer and being more intense, it wasn't much different from the school's warm-up exercises.

Holy Knight Sir still had no intention of stopping; he kept a stern face, watched Chen Yi finish the third set of movements, then said: "Master, please continue doing the first form with me."

It was actually another round.

Chen Yi wanted to stop, but couldn't save face. No matter how he put it, he was the Master in others' mouths; how could he end up begging for mercy and letting up.

Timothy found a gap, returned to the other end of the Mage Tower, and began handling affairs. Sand waited nearby, not at all anxious.

The Subway showed no sign of starting; Chen Yi soon felt fatigue disappear, then a new round of fatigue.

After who knows how long, he finally opened his mouth: "Do I not need to use that Naked Divine Oil first?"

"Use the Divine Oil after you've loosened up your body; not too late."

"Loosen up the body?" Chen Yi's mouth almost split to the back of his neck; it had been four or five hours already, when was that training?

The Holy Knight's expression was as solemn as a Young Pioneer giving a report, clearly without a shred of joking intent.

Upon seeing this, Chen Yi decisively steeled himself, closed his eyes, and let himself be manhandled.

Finally, after another hour, Grendel let out a laugh and said, "Master has worked hard; you may rest for a while now."

Chen Yi forcibly endured, barely stopping himself from sitting directly on the floor.

He shifted to the side, collapsing onto the chair by the door, truly not wanting to move a muscle.

The floor before his eyes flashed by; Chen Yi felt something in his heart, abruptly opened his eyes, and suddenly discovered the subway had become much wider.

No wonder he hadn't bumped into anything no matter how he moved just now.

The Holy Knight sipped water, and after a moment said, "Master, after you have rested well, please apply the Luoti Divine Oil on your body, and we will begin formal practice."

Chen Yi sighed inwardly, thinking he truly deserved this self-inflicted suffering.

He decisively asked, "Holy Knight Adult, how long will this practice last, and what effects will it have?"

Grendel thought for a moment, then said: "As it stands, 30 hours of continuous practice is appropriate. The target achievable through long-term cultivation……"

30 hours! Chen Yi finally managed not to shout it out loud. He was truly exhausted; no matter how hard things got normally, there was always a limit, unlike now, which was simply limitless exercise, as if trying to turn him into a special forces soldier.

Fortunately he still remembered that the Saint Qiao Kingdom and Earth had a time difference of roughly three times, so cultivation ending would work out to just one evening. He then asked again: "How long counts as long-term?"

"Three to six months is long-term. Looking at a short term of one month, your speed will improve, strength will increase, and agility will gain some benefit. Only long-term can improve your own Magic Resistance, or affinity for Magic; one year or more, there will be an Opportunity to sense the Magic Net. Merely sense it." The Holy Knight's voice was calm, but he spoke in great detail.

It sounded quite a bit better than sports exercise. Chen Yi, helpless, turned to the corner to change clothes and apply the Divine Oil.

The eight-foot-tall big man Grendel quietly waited for his return after applying oil.

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