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Hours later.
The fierce wind howled as avalanches cascaded down the nearby mountains. The deep snow blanketed half the world, cracking the ground into countless fissures that, from above, resembled a massive spiderweb. Debris scattered everywhere, creating an utterly desolate scene.
"Sudden!"
From the snowdrift mixed with snow and rubble, Garen crawled out, his black suit tattered and soaked in blood. A clean cut marred his left shoulder, blood gushing forth, while his entire left arm was lost hundreds of meters away.
The sound of snow shifting surrounded him.
In the distance, a figure leaning on a sword watched Garen with indifferent eyes, a mocking gaze directed at him before the figure gradually faded away.
[Trial Space: First Layer Tenth Layer Challenge Failed!]
[Please decide whether to retry the challenge.]
"Give up the challenge." Garen took a deep breath, his expression complex.
Given the nature of the Holy War System, it would not create a Garen that was excessively powerful. In fact, Garen realized that the enemy in the Tenth Layer was essentially his past self—or rather, himself during his time in Demacia.
Back then, Garen often sought out Quinn and Zhao Xin for one-on-one duels. The first reason was to maintain peak condition and avoid losing his edge. The second was to constantly search for breakthroughs in his techniques.
After arriving in the Godeyas Continent, Garen had been unable to find opponents of comparable strength, leading to a decline in his combat abilities.
But he never expected to regress to such an extent!
Faced with his past self, Garen found himself utterly powerless. Not only was he unfamiliar with various combat strategies, but even his reaction times were sluggish—he was full of openings everywhere.
The garden of West Castle.
Garen opened his eyes, noticing that the brightness around him had not changed, and even the hot drink on the table retained its warmth. He had spent a long time in the Trial Space, but in the real world, only a few minutes had passed.
"Send this to Su Ye." Garen handed the letter to a servant and then silently walked toward the Gravity Training Room.
Despite suffering a crushing defeat, being able to fight against his past self made Garen aware of many of his flaws.
Indeed, during his time on the Godeyas Continent, Garen had relied too heavily on power—first Rune Power, then Blood Power. In recent days, he had often contemplated how to combine Rune Power and Blood Power in his usage.
This line of thinking was not necessarily wrong, but it was destined to be difficult to sustain.
Garen couldn't help but recall what Seydon Solomon had once said: controlling power or being controlled by it. In fact, both paths could lead to astonishing strength, but only the former was the necessary path for true strength.
However, Garen was not overly anxious; after all, his decline in combat ability was not solely due to his arrival on the Godeyas Continent. The seeds of this decline had likely been sown long before, back in Demacia.
Yes, during his days as the commander of the Fearless Vanguard, while he had gained much improvement, he had also unconsciously forgotten the state of cultivation he had initially embraced.
In the Gravity Training Room, Han Yun was still wielding a spear.
It was evident that he was trying to mimic Zhao Xin's spear technique, but throughout the process, he seemed unable to muster much enthusiasm.
"Is there a problem?" Garen asked as he entered the Gravity Training Room.
"Master!" Han Yun put down the spear and scratched his head with a smile. "I can handle it myself."
Garen said nothing more. He reduced the gravity multiplier and signaled Han Yun to take a break while he sat down on the windowsill and began to ponder deeply.
At the same time, Han Yun was deep in thought.
After a moment of silence, Garen's gaze fell upon the Rune Fragment. The Exquisite Rune Fragment could retain a significant amount of Rune Power. From Garen's observations, it might only take four or five pieces to form a complete Purple Stone rune.
This meant that Garen's power would surge once again!
However, in the end, Garen withdrew his gaze.
While absorbing Rune Power to increase strength could solidify his foundation without any side effects, it would gradually lead to a decline in his inner state, creating an unhealthy dependence on power.
His defeat in the Trial Space was the best proof of this.
After spending a moment in the Gravity Training Room, Garen decided to leave. Given Han Yun's current state, his marksmanship practice was already proficient; what he lacked was a breakthrough in details, which could not be achieved in a short time. Blindly pushing for progress would only have adverse effects.
As for the remaining time, Garen dedicated himself entirely to the Trial Space.
He challenged the Tenth Layer once more!
To resolve his current issues, the unique path for Garen was continuous combat against opponents of equal level. In this regard, no one was more suitable than "Garen" from the Tenth Layer!
Compared to nine Rune Fragments, this level of combat training was Garen's greatest gain.
Within forty minutes, Garen had failed seventy-six times in the Tenth Layer. By the time he left the Trial Space, he felt mentally exhausted. Although his physical body did not enter the Trial Space, the mental investment alone was quite draining.
After resting for a night, Garen continued to immerse himself in the Trial Space for the next three days.
In the depths of an icy wilderness.
The man pointed the tip of his sword at Garen's forehead and coldly said, "If this is all you have, then you are not worthy to be my opponent."
Having just come from a fierce battle, Garen looked quite disheveled. He glanced at the bloodstain on the man's left shoulder and replied, "Tomorrow, there will be much more than this."
The man narrowed his eyes. "I look forward to your challenge."
As his voice faded, the man's figure gradually disappeared.
Garen stepped out of the Trial Space and fell into a long contemplation. After countless battles over the past three days, his combat power had significantly recovered, almost returning to its former state.
Yet strangely, he still could not secure a victory.
It was as if compared to his past self, he now lacked something crucial.
...
Only two days remained until the match with Lion's Eye.
As night fell, Garen pushed open the door to the Gravity Training Room and found Han Yun diligently practicing, his black hair damp with sweat.
"Take a break," Garen waved his hand and reduced the gravity multiplier.
Han Yun hesitated for a moment but ultimately set down his spear and walked to the window to gulp down some Clear Water.
"How do you feel?" Garen sat down, eager to hear about the young man's training results.
Han Yun was silent for a moment before suddenly saying, "Master, please train with me for a while!"
"In your current state, it's difficult to make significant progress in a short time," Garen said after a moment of thought.
"Tomorrow is the last day..." Han Yun's gaze was filled with anticipation. "Master, what should we do on the last day?"
It was clear that Han Yun had a strong competitive spirit, and his efforts were certainly deserving of that ambition.
However, he was too eager.
Garen looked at the young man and said, "Tomorrow? Get a good night's sleep!"
"Why?" Han Yun was taken aback.
"A well-fought battle requires ample preparation. But preparation doesn't only mean training and learning; it also involves your mood and mindset."
Just by mimicking Zhao Xin's spear techniques, Han Yun had already made remarkable progress. Coupled with his tireless training over the past two days, defeating his opponent shouldn't be too difficult. Moreover, he had begun to grasp the application of spear techniques. The next step would be to achieve a deeper understanding of those techniques, which would be hard to accomplish in such a short time.
Rather than rushing to break through, it would be better to maintain a calm mindset in advance.
Han Yun began to understand Garen's point. He fell silent for a moment before suddenly turning his head.
"Master, do you think I can win?"
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