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What should I do? Butler was in a state of panic. He had just confirmed that Garen had left, and now he reappeared here, which could only mean that the opponent's strength far exceeded his own. In this case, there was no point in risking everything; even if he took the boy hostage, he couldn't guarantee a safe escape and might even provoke the other's wrath.
Damn it, how could the Solomon Clan have such a powerful figure! According to the intelligence, this guy was clearly just a nameless nobody, at most someone with slightly superior combat skills! How could he be a Blood Dancer?!
Butler cursed the informant in his heart. The fact that Garen was here meant he was different from those assassins sent to kill Su Ye; he valued his life! Because of this, he would never joke with his own life. After hesitating for a moment, Butler ultimately decided to drop his weapon and surrender.
But just then, he suddenly heard a whistling sound!
He saw the boy actually raising his spear and charging at him with full force!
With a clang, Butler quickly flipped his dagger and deflected the spear away. But at that moment, he suddenly felt a chill and turned around to see Garen staring coldly at him.
"Pick it up," Garen's deep voice rang out.
Han Yun immediately ran to retrieve the spear, but due to the collision with Butler, his hands were still trembling violently. The boy took a deep breath, forcing himself to steady his shaking fingers as he pointed the spear at Butler.
Whoosh!
Seeing the spear thrusting toward him again, Butler felt a bitter taste in his heart. At this point, how could he not realize that Garen intended to use him as a sharpening stone? That look earlier was an outright warning!
Suppressing all his strength forcefully, Butler felt his body sink under four times gravity, slowing his movements to the point where the spear came right in front of him! Fortunately, as a Blood Dancer, Butler had accumulated considerable combat experience. He threw his dagger with all his might; it struck the spear with a clang, and then his left hand shot out quickly to firmly grasp the front edge of the spear!
In close combat, being controlled by the enemy's weapon was the worst scenario. Han Yun lacked experience in this regard and provided Butler with an opportunity. But suddenly recalling Garen's expression, Butler hesitated for a moment before immediately releasing his grip on the spear.
"Watch your movements!"
"Blind imitation will only make you lose your agility! If the image of the Gladiatorial Arena becomes your shackle, then it must be discarded! All techniques, skills, and details exist for one purpose—to defeat the enemy!"
At that moment, Garen's voice came through.
"Yes, mentor!" Han Yun tightened his sore muscles and aimed at the enemy once more.
"I can't see your precision!"
"If you're aiming for his arm, by the time he sacrifices his limb, you'll have already lost your head!"
"Speed! Speed! This kind of speed only gives your opponent more room to think! Eliminate all unnecessary movements!"
"Is your weapon just for show? Simplify it, speed it up! The moment you pick up your weapon, all you should think about is winning!"
...
"Clang!" "Clang!" "Clang!" "Clang!"...
The Gravity Training Room echoed with the sounds of metal clashing. In any learning process, "immediate feedback" is the most crucial element. With Garen correcting him at every turn, Han Yun's movements became increasingly proficient.
In the first twenty minutes, Butler didn't pay much attention. Although Garen's corrections and suggestions were impeccable, he noticed that this young man's talent was not extraordinary; movements that others could learn quickly took him two or three attempts to execute.
However, gradually, Butler's surprise grew. The young man before him seemed tireless, exerting himself with increasing intensity! It was important to note that under four times gravity, even Butler felt fatigued. If it weren't for his Second Rank physique continuously replenishing his energy, he would have likely collapsed by now.
The young man was relying entirely on his own willpower!
No! At this rate, it would be himself who would be dragged down! God knows how long this young man could hold on!
"Clang!" Butler swung his spear aside and immediately lunged forward, striking Han Yun's chest with the hilt of his dagger. As a seasoned warrior, Butler was well aware of the human body's weaknesses. If Han Yun were hit by this blow, he wouldn't suffer serious injury, but he would definitely be out of combat for a while!
However, at that moment, Han Yun discarded his spear and lunged forward, throwing both fists at Butler's head!
Instructor Garen had said that a weapon is an extension of the body, meant to defeat the enemy. Therefore, as long as victory could be achieved, sacrificing a part of the body was not out of the question!
But in doing so, Han Yun had placed himself directly in front of the dagger's blade!
"Crazy! Crazy!" Butler panicked. His goal in winning was merely to plead for mercy from Garen, but if he injured Han Yun, the consequences would be unimaginable!
Just as Butler suddenly retreated, Han Yun's fists were already upon him. "Bang! Bang!" The punches landed squarely on Butler's forehead. His body jolted as Han Yun seized the opportunity to knock him down, following up with a flurry of punches.
Although Han Yun's strength wasn't great, Butler had suppressed all his power. With this kind of assault, within just half a minute, various bruises appeared on Butler's face, leaving him unrecognizable.
Of course, the most crucial point was that Butler dared not retaliate!
He clenched his fists tightly, forcing himself not to unleash his fury. His eyes burned with rage... but with Garen watching, he could only swallow his anger.
"Stop."
Han Yun immediately ceased his actions and cautiously looked at Garen. Seeing that Garen was not angry about him discarding his weapon, he finally let out a sigh of relief.
"Not bad."
Garen stroked his chin and continued, "But right now you're practicing with a spear. Go pick it up."
Pick it up?! The words fell on Butler's ears like a dagger, nearly making him spit blood as the darkness in his eyes erupted.
Do I have to fight? Isn't this enough?! A dignified Second Rank Blood Dancer, who could hold a respectable position in any Clan, was now being forced to endure humiliation here, at the hands of a mere human slave!
"Yes!" Han Yun slowly got up and walked toward the spear.
But just as he rose, Butler suddenly threw a punch. With a loud thud, it struck Han Yun's back, sending the young man flying into the wall like a shadow.
"Didn't you want to kill me?! Come on!" Butler trembled with rage, shouting hoarsely at Garen. "Show me your true strength! Today, I must make you understand what the dignity of the Blood Clan really is!"
Garen's expression gradually darkened, a glint of killing intent flashing in his eyes.
But at that moment, a weak voice echoed through the Gravity Training Room.
Han Yun trembled in pain but still gritted his teeth and crawled to retrieve the spear from the corner where it had fallen.
"I can still do this."
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