Although Dago still lowered the overall swordsmanship level of the training ground, he seemed to have some Basic Swordsmanship skills, at least the kind of aura that only someone who had practiced for more than ten days would have!
What they didn't know was that a constant '+1 progress value' flickered in Dago's eyelids, urging him to keep swinging his sword.
However, the senior student still believed that Dago wasn't there to train; if he continued to exert himself like this, in another half an hour, Dago would surely be as tired as a dog.
I know, he must be here for body sculpting to get an eight-pack. I've heard of this!
The senior student immediately felt he understood Dago's purpose and stood aside to observe, ready to mock this guy who was insulting swordsmanship.
Although he didn't have Wizard talent, as a Swordsmanship Apprentice who had trained for many years, he also had his own unique pride.
However, he could only swing his sword a thousand times in one training session, taking an hour.
For a swordsmanship novice like Dago, being able to swing non-stop for more than ten minutes was already quite impressive.
He secretly counted Dago's sword swings, waiting for him to exhaust himself.
Time passed by minute by minute.
"How many minutes has it been?"
"Ninety-nine minutes. Has anyone counted how many sword swings he's done?"
"I was counting from the beginning. When I reached over 1,900, I happened to see his sword cut into the second protective layer of the Rune Wooden Man. I was stunned for a moment and can't remember the exact number."
"Doesn't that mean he's almost reached the Rune Wooden Man's ultimate third protective layer? That level can usually be directly cut through by a Level 3 Apprentice Wizard."
"Yes, that level can directly cut through Apprentice-level shields..."
When the middle-aged curator opened the training ground door, he saw an incredible scene: the students who usually spent their youth sweating profusely had all thrown down their training swords and gathered in a circle, discussing something.
When the curious curator walked into the crowd, he only saw a group of students with expressions like small fry, staring blankly ahead.
Following their gaze, the curator finally noticed the new student who was training, the Wizard Dago.
The curator found the senior student and asked him what had happened. He saw that the senior student had a look of shattered dao heart.
"I saw someone I shouldn't have seen. He made all my years of swordsmanship training a joke. This world truly has such super geniuses. In just two hours, he achieved the results of my years of arduous cultivation."
The senior student said, his eyes unfocused and his face full of disbelief.
"Was he pretending for me at first?" the curator wondered, not understanding what this concept meant.
"Although I thought so before, or rather, I could only think so, which is why I kept watching him train. I hoped to see him encounter bottlenecks and difficulties. I expected him to make no further progress in swordsmanship... But now, two hours have passed, and my humble jealousy has turned into deep despair."
"Seeing him, I only have one thought in my mind: I shouldn't have practiced swordsmanship; I should go back to farming."
The curator found it hard to imagine what kind of genius could, in just two hours, strike such despair into a student who had been immersed in swordsmanship for years, making him even want to go back to farming.
The middle-aged curator now carefully observed Dago's training movements: his sword swings were as steady as a mountain, his sword speed as swift as lightning, and his precision as accurate as an eagle striking a rabbit... Every movement followed the Basic Swordsmanship perfectly, without any flaws or errors.
A normal person would need to rest after a few minutes of practice, yet according to the senior student, Dago had been training continuously for two whole hours, without stopping in between!?
This explained why the students in the training ground were all watching Dago. What kind of monstrous physique could possess such terrifying stamina? Even Wizards aren't known for their physical prowess!
After watching for a while, even the curator merged into the crowd, his gaze irresistibly drawn to Dago's training posture.
He seemed to smell the scent of his own unstable dao heart!
Dago's movements were full of the aesthetic beauty of swordsmanship, the fragrance of power, and what was even more terrifying was that he seemed to be improving every minute and every second; each sword swing was stronger, faster, and more precise than the last.
This was an artistic swordsmanship performance, constantly tormenting the dao hearts of every sword-wielder present.
Clang~~~
When Dago's wooden sword cut into the third ring of the Rune Wooden Man, everyone gasped. The temperature of the training ground dropped by a few degrees; they had seen the unseen.
A newcomer who had only just mastered Basic Swordsmanship, after two hours of continuous training, successfully cut through the Rune Wooden Man's three layers of protection, directly targeting the rune core!
This meant that with just the wooden sword in his hand, he could pose a fatal threat to a Level 3 Apprentice Wizard!
For ordinary people, this was already a great honor.
At the same time, Dago put down the wooden sword in his hand, and the stone that had been weighing on everyone's hearts finally fell.
This monster, disguised as a handsome young man, was finally tired, showing a human weakness.
If Dago continued to train, they would really have to report to the Wizard Association in the city to interrogate Dago about whether he was an incarnation of some demon.
Although even now it was an extremely outrageous achievement, a full two hours, an average of one sword every three seconds, twenty swords per minute, two thousand four hundred swords in two hours... Just calculating this number made the students feel breathless.
The curator quickly handed over a towel and a cup of water, ready to support Dago's tired body at any moment.
However, Dago merely took the towel, wiped himself, took a shallow sip of water, and gave the curator a gentle smile.
There was no sign of exhaustion there at all; it was purely the curator's imagination!
Crack~ Crack~, that was the sound of the curator's dao heart continuously shattering!
At this moment, Dago saw himself surrounded by the students of the training ground, all with expressions of utter despair, and he sighed inwardly.
He activated the surging mental power field on his body, levitated in the air of the training ground, and said to everyone, "Please do not be discouraged. The path of swordsmanship is still long and requires us to persevere."
Only then did everyone realize that this person was a Formal Wizard, no wonder he possessed such monstrous physical strength and talent.
Then everything they saw was understandable, and this dream could continue!
Only then did everyone look as if they had come back to life, and only a few students with Wizard talent understood that to be a Formal Wizard at such a young age was a truth even more terrifying than his swordsmanship talent!
This was truly astonishing talent, like getting into Tsinghua University at ten years old!
As for Dago, he definitely showed off and then ran!
Flying out of the dojo entrance, he landed safely on the ground and called up his system panel.
He saw "Basic Swordsmanship" (Transformation 897 / 10000) prominently displayed on it!
After a while, Dago found Stu Ao squatting by the grass, counting ants.
He slapped him hard on the shoulder, scaring two of Stu Ao's three souls away.
Turning his head, Stu Ao saw it was Dago and patted his chest, taking deep breaths.
Stu Ao exclaimed, "You scared the life out of me!"
Dago smiled and said, "You're counting ants on the clock; your wages should be deducted."
Scared, Stu Ao quickly apologized to Dago, saying it wouldn't happen again.
This scene made Dago a little sad. What was the difference between Stu Ao's current state and his own in his previous life? Many people are like constantly whipped tops, spinning and spinning, unable to stop.
Dago said he was just scaring him and that he didn't need to take it to heart; his Magic Stones wouldn't be reduced.
Afterward, the two set off for Dago's next destination, the Wizard Tower in Kleitamm City.
According to Stu Ao's description, the Thorn Law Ring's Wizard Tower was an area inaccessible to commoners like them.
Stu Ao said, "The footprints of our ancestors dug deep grooves in the mud, and the shadows of their descendants grew along those grooves, thinking it was a path, but it was actually a predestined fence."
Countless people flocked to Wizards, revering them as gods, not just out of admiration for their power, but also because it was another way of life they yearned for.
However, what Dago wanted to say was: You want to go to the other side of the mountain, but how could the people on the other side not want to come over?
