HPDBC Chapter 72: Intense Training - Great Progress
Chapter 72: Intense Training - Great Progress
"Don't lower your guard—tense your muscles!" Sigurd's stern voice echoed in her private chamber's practice room's training room.
This room was one that even Amalia had yet to enter because of the different stages of gravity and Magical Density applied inside.
It was over five times the regular pressure and gravity force in the lowest setting. This room was where the sword saintess trained for seven hours a day, and now, while standing atop a stone pillar holding Lumeris Nova Asura Fenix, was performing the training he had been repeating for seven days.
The training was rather primitive, with huge wooden logs, thin swords and other dummies launching random attacks that grow in speed and intensity over an hour before a ten-minute break, and then the next set starts.
"Guard up!"
Thud!
Deng! Deng! Deng! Slash!
Asura's body didn't move, only his arms and the slight shifting of his shoulder to twirl his sword-lance perfectly to deflect the incoming log more than a metre thick, followed by seven sword slashes from steel swords.
'Damn... the blade sliced my throat... good thing my scales now come out reactively...'
"Haa....Haa...."
Sweat and filth poured from Asura's body—the reason he agreed to this training at first was due to it made his ability with the sword-lance more accurate and flexible, but he also gained combat experience as the training was relentless in the last two hours as Sigurd would attack with a deadly slash in between the onslaught of attacks.
"Good, now take the ten minutes to focus your body, recover the spend mana with the calm breathing I taught you."
A cool bucket of water washed over his naked body—at the start, he wore full clothes, but after two days, the amount of sweat, dirt, blood and strange ooze that left his body made it far too annoying.
Sigurd didn't act like a little girl, and Asura was confident in himself. It also allowed him to watch and feel each muscle touching the air, the wood and the world to improve faster.
[Are you some kind of exhibitionist that loves showing his cock off?]
'Why are you watching all day? You're the pervert!'
[Damn! It swings when you fight... why is it different from the ones in these books and videos]
'I am just built differently.'
[Yeah... five profane bloodlines all poured into one cute little human body]
Asura took five minutes to appreciate the growth of his cultivation technique that finally graced a name after he awakened the Rebirth monolith. Although some parts were hidden. He realised that the first five cycles were to make his body resemble a complete world
⁜ Profane Phoenix Nirvana: Nine Plumes of Destruction (Abyssal Tier)
[Are you ready to get destroyed? It's time for the Last Two hours.]
Gritting his teeth, Asura held onto Lumeris Nova as Sigurd noticed his change, hopping into the air like the five times gravity meant nothing before raising her hand.
"Asura, this is the last training—for the next two hours, you will train in ten times gravity. You know the safe word if you really cannot endure this."
"... I love the smell of my master Sigurd's crotch..."
It was humiliating, but during the first training... he collapsed, and she was squatting over his face to help massage him... in his dazed state, he mentioned how amazing she smelt... leading to a strange tension which only increased when he started training naked.
It convinced Asura she was an old, perverted woman who loved watching him naked but was too worried to say it out loud and get beaten.
"Phew...."
"Asura, you know the assessment will be dangerous, right? I cannot do much, but at the very least, the prince and his plots won't work, and unlike your little Lorem, I don't have to obey him or the royal family."
"Ah... I am trying to say, don't hold back... let me see, you give everything; I know there is a form you are hiding, a power that would destroy most of your peers on one..." Her eyes were serious as the wind increased, her hands flickering as the room weighed down on his body.
"Ggg..... damn...!" His muscles and bones suffered, the feeling of an immense weight being spread all over his shoulders, neck and back, almost making his body sink into the stone pillar.
"You know I have a skill which allows me to see whoever I am focused on like an image, right... I will watch you and protect you."
"So go all out—show me that my decision to create a new branch of swordsmanship, the demon line, wasn't mistaken!"
Sigurd was a strange woman, but that strangeness was what Asura needed, not some fairy or gentle kind of woman.
Lucretia and Sigurd forged him into a strange type of warrior with speed and absolute power, and Lorem taught him control over his magic.
"If you rank in the Top Ten, I will use my hand. Top Five, my mouth, Top Three, my behind."
"if you reach Rank one, I will do all the above."
A misunderstanding caused this kind of deal when Sigurd came to pick him up, and he was enjoying quality time with the lovely Xavida and Mu Xue.
'Not like it's completely false...'
"Understood," Asura called out as he stood tall, his muscles tensed and already oozing with sweat and bones creaking.
Woosh!
Thus, his final two hours of gruelling training began.