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As dusk approached, a tall figure walked through the corridor, the Red Cloak fluttering slightly before finally stopping at the entrance of the Gravity Training Room.
"Here’s what you wanted," Su Ye said as she opened her spatial ring and placed a palm-sized blue crystal on the table.
"It looks quite new," Garen remarked, examining it closely. Based on what he had read in the vampire texts, this was undoubtedly a Memory Crystal.
"Solomon wouldn’t bother with such meaningless trinkets; this was made on short notice," Su Ye replied, her posture naturally exuding pride, though her eyes revealed a hint of fatigue.
It was important to note that while the Memory Crystal wasn’t particularly valuable, its production involved a lot of intricate steps. The fact that it was completed in just two hours spoke volumes about Solomon's exceptional skills and Su Ye's remarkable leadership abilities. Moreover, considering the upcoming competition in seven days, the quality of the crystal would certainly be top-notch.
The young man grasped the spear and curiously examined it from the side; as a lowly slave, he had never encountered such high-grade items before.
"From here on out, it's my responsibility. You can go rest," Garen said as he flipped through the instructions for using the crystal.
"Is this really enough?" Su Ye asked skeptically, doubting that Han Yun could win with just a Memory Crystal. "And as far as I know, you’re not skilled with a spear."
"I’m not, but others are."
Su Ye glanced around before her gaze settled back on the crystal. Realization dawned on her. "He’s in your memory?"
Garen nodded.
Su Ye didn’t press further. She gave Garen a deep look before turning to leave. Even with their Embrace connection, she couldn’t fully penetrate his memories; if he wasn’t willing to explain, there was no point in asking.
As Su Ye’s figure disappeared at the end of the corridor, Garen continued to peruse the usage instructions.
“Master, are you going to use this on me?” Han Yun took a couple of steps closer, his clear eyes fixed on the surface of the crystal.
“Don’t rush,” Garen replied, placing the instructions down and pressing his left hand against the Memory Crystal. The blue surface shimmered like the sky, waiting for Garen to inject memory fragments.
According to the instructions, all he needed to do was imprint the images in his mind into it.
But which segment should he choose?
Although Zhao Xin was remarkable with a gun, he had taken a path that fused marksmanship with runes. If Garen simply showcased it, it would only have a counterproductive effect on Han Yun. After all, the little guy hadn’t even successfully condensed Fighting Spirit, let alone Rune Power.
What about the battle with Alistar in Zuan? No, at that time Zhao Xin primarily relied on Rune Power; his marksmanship was secondary. The duel six years ago in Debon Garden? That wouldn’t work either. Although neither side used Rune Power during their private sparring sessions, Zhao Xin’s marksmanship had already reached its peak by then. Even a seemingly casual shot contained profound meaning, something that couldn’t easily be learned.
Garen stroked his chin, realizing today just how deeply Zhao had hidden his skills!
Wait!
Suddenly, Garen thought of something, a smile curling at the corners of his mouth. The blue crystal began to emit a thick mist that gradually formed into blurry images.
“Remember these battles well; I’ll check back in two hours.” With that, Garen stepped into the Gravity Training Room to test the gravity standards inside.
Han Yun’s youthful face was filled with astonishment as he slowly placed his small hand on the crystal. Immediately, he was taken aback.
At the moment their hands touched, scenes unfolded before Han Yun’s eyes.
These memories belonged to Garen, so from Han Yun's perspective, it felt as if he were seated in the front row of a Gladiatorial Arena, surrounded by a roaring crowd that surged like waves. In the massive arena, two burly warriors faced off against each other.
The man on the right was clad in heavy iron armor, wielding a massive spiked hammer. Standing at 2.4 meters tall, his muscles bulged like coiling dragons. Yet, the cheers from the audience did not seem to be directed at him.
What truly ignited the crowd was the black-haired man. Standing about 1.8 meters tall, his muscles were nowhere near as intimidating as his opponent's, but he held a silver-tipped spear inverted in his palm!
After a brief introduction, both men unleashed their thunderous techniques.
Due to Garen's memories, what appeared to be a dazzling blur of combat to the average person slowed down immensely for him, becoming clear and structured, with every hidden detail magnified!
When the final thrust pierced the enemy's throat, the scene finally came to an end. At some point, Han Yun's clothes had become soaked with sweat as he looked down at the spear in his hand, feeling inexplicably unfamiliar with it.
Though it was merely a spear to him, something he found satisfactory as a weapon, in that scene, it seemed to pulsate with explosive vitality in the hands of that man!
After a moment of silence, Han Yun continued to watch intently.
...
Indeed, what Han Yun was witnessing was the "Meat Grinder Tournament" from many years ago.
At that time, Zhao Xin was still part of the Zuan faction, and the rules of the tournament aligned perfectly with Zuan's style: each victory would increase the number of enemies in the next battle. This meant that Zuan did not wish for participants to survive; they merely sought entertainment through this method.
Surprisingly, Zhao Xin toppled his enemies one by one with his spear, ultimately facing an astounding three hundred foes—breaking the previous record by six times! It was then that Jarvan II offered him a chance to defect to Demacia and helped him escape, while Garen was just a bodyguard at that time and participated in the entire process.
In summary, although Zhao Xin's spear techniques were nowhere near as terrifying as they would later become, his achievement of defeating three hundred opponents provided ample material for Han Yun to learn from.
Garen extracted four highly instructive duels from his memories. Even if Han Yun only mastered a move or two, he would have no trouble against peers of his age. While he maintained doubts about Zhao Xin's character, Garen still recognized his spear skills...
Two hours later, Han Yun walked into the Gravity Training Room.
“How did it go?” Garen asked with a smile.
Han Yun silently lowered his head, his expression somewhat dejected. The young man was well aware of his own talent; even compared to his peers, he was slightly lacking. However, thinking about all that his mentor had done for him made him feel guilty for not living up to those expectations, which left him feeling frustrated.
“Talent isn’t everything,” Garen said, ruffling the boy's hair playfully. “If you could learn it just by watching a few times, then what would I be here for?”
Han Yun paused for a moment, feeling an inexplicable pang in his heart at Garen's smile. He fought back the urge to let tears well up in his eyes. “Mentor, I won’t let you down!”
“Alright, show me the gun technique you just learned,” Garen said as he moved to the center of the Gravity Training Room.
“Okay.”
Han Yun nodded heavily, but as soon as he took a step forward, he felt as if he were carrying an immense weight on his back, making each step difficult.
However, after regaining his focus, Han Yun gritted his teeth and continued forward in silence. By the time he reached Garen, he was already drenched in sweat.
Garen's gaze showed appreciation.
It was clear that Han Yun lacked both physical ability and comprehension skills. But Garen didn’t place too much importance on talent. Back in the Fearless Vanguard Legion, he had seen countless exceptionally gifted warriors who ultimately fell on the battlefield. In contrast, it was often those with unwavering resilience who persevered.
In this regard, Han Yun performed admirably. The moment he sensed the gravity around him, he didn’t cast a pleading look at Garen nor did he utter a single word of complaint.
Often, this aspect is the hardest to learn.
In the Gravity Training Room with Triple Gravity, every movement of Han Yun consumes a tremendous amount of energy, leading to a lack of precision. However, only by persevering in such an environment can his marksmanship improve rapidly in a normal Gravity setting.
Of course, Triple Gravity is not particularly daunting for cultivators, but for Han Yun, who lacks Fighting Spirit, it is already at his limit.
"Keep your back straight! As a warrior, you must never slouch! Raise your elbows!" Garen sternly corrected Han Yun's mistakes.
At the same time, Garen mimicked the attacks of Zhao Xin's opponents in the Gladiatorial Arena to maximize his coordination with Han Yun.
"Yes!" After just two movements, Han Yun's arms began to feel numb, yet he still strained to follow Garen's instructions.
"Do not hold back! Imagine me as your enemy! Use all your strength when you shoot!"
"Not enough! Your speed is still lacking! This is not your limit! Show me your speed!" Garen slapped away the spear and coldly stared at Han Yun.
The young man did not get angry; instead, he silently picked up the spear from the corner and recalled the previous movements.
"Your speed is barely adequate, but where is your strength? Don't sacrifice power for speed! The muscles in your waist are meant for generating force!"
"If you can't be ruthless with me, you will never become strong! Truly experience the atmosphere of the Gladiatorial Arena. Failure means death!"
"If you want to leave that place, you must pierce through every enemy's Heart with the spear in your hand!"
The polished floor reflected two shadows as gunfire echoed softly. Han Yun was drenched in sweat, having discarded his shirt an hour earlier to train bare-chested.
Seeing the young man gasping for breath, Garen recalled the Newbies from Blackstone Town.
However, unlike those Novices, Han Yun had never protested throughout the training. It was as if he would not stop moving as long as Garen did not call for a halt. Gradually, Han Yun's face turned pale.
"Take a fifteen-minute break." Garen tossed him a can of Clear Water and then adjusted the Gravity in the Gravity Training Room to double.
Under the intense Gravity training, suddenly returning to normal Gravity felt refreshing, but it also caused severe pressure on the Heart. Garen waited three minutes before slowly adjusting the Gravity back down.
Han Yun sat on the steps by the window, silently recovering his stamina.
Of course, what he held was not ordinary Clear Water; it contained some Power Components. While it couldn't be used to cultivate Fighting Spirit, it could accelerate physical recovery.
Through the glass window, Han Yun saw the dark castle.
Having been a slave for nearly ten years, he had never stood in such a place, overlooking a fortress. He unconsciously tightened his grip on the spear beside him, his resolve growing stronger.
To change everything he found unsatisfactory, he could only rely on the weapon in his hands.
At that moment, Han Yun suddenly noticed something. "Instructor, there's movement outside!"
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