A few weeks later…
Oliver was behind his courtyard in the small secret area where he often hung out when he was alone.
But at the moment, he was not there to relax but for an entirely different reason.
Fifty marks were drawn on the ground, each some distance away from the other.
These marks were in the form of different shapes: circles, triangles, squares, and so on…
Since the time he had returned to his courtyard, he had been diligently practicing the [Six Thoughtful Steps of the Spirits.]
According to the movement technique, he must train his feet in such a way that they move with a grace that only spirits could exude, a fluidity that promotes his physical powers and espera alignment.
Rooted in the principles of balance, coordination, and intention, a calm mind serves as the core requirement.
Feet hip-width apart, knees slightly bent, Oliver was in a state of focus. His feet rooted to the earth beneath him, stabilizing his core muscles to adjust his posture and align his spine, he gazed at the various marks in front of him.
He closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath to center his focus and calm his mind.
He suddenly moved!
Swish! Swish!
From one shape to another, he stepped on the center of each shape, his movements partially mindful and a hint of grace becoming evident as he moved from one to another.
Taking the support of the earth beneath him, his body transitioned between the shapes, a strong intent of fluidity taking form.
If someone were to look at him at the moment, they would quickly notice that he was imitating gestures and flowing movements as inscribed in the technique scroll.
Oliver narrowed his eyes; he could see that as he moved, the distance between the shapes widened…
He had to move from one shape to the same shape distance away, meaning if he stepped on a circle, then he could only step on a circle next and then to another shape.
In fact, there was no such absurd method mentioned in the [Six Thoughtful Steps of the Spirits] technique, but from his wide knowledge of the novel, he knew that the teacher of the protagonist who taught martial arts recommended this method to train in the beginning.
According to that teacher, when training in movement technique, this was one of the best methods to choose from if one did not have any equipment or materials to support.
So, Oliver naturally adopted this method. He knew just how fast the protagonist became in the future.
Swish!
His pace quickened as he moved even faster, his eyes catching everything in his surroundings, nothing escaping his sight.
Apart from training his physical strength, he always focused on [Cosmic Void Gaze], his trump card at the moment.
And he could feel his mastery increasing gradually as days passed by.
'Fuck!'
He exclaimed as he suddenly lost balance and could not step on the next shape.
'Huff… I need to learn to coordinate my body with the line of sight…'
He thought as he wiped his sweat with a towel and drank a few mouthfuls of water.
'But how do I achieve that…?'
He wondered as he looked at the clear blue sky, his mind unable to help but wander to the scene he remembered from the novel.
In that scene, when the war between demons and exorcists resumed, all hell broke loose.
Countless lives were lost and formed, rivers of blood became as common as water…
The exorcists were unyielding, and demons were terrifying; the protagonist slaughtered demons left and right without mercy.
The ground cracked, and the area of the battlefield was described to have formed a crimson-black sky.
Both demons and exorcists brought out one artifact after another, massacring each other with no end.
Many powerhouses were killed as if someone was plucking out cabbages from a field.
Thousands of children lost their parents and vice-versa; it was one of the saddest periods of history.
Whenever the war between the two parties intensified, the world would suffer and cry tears of blood.
His mind went back as his eyes became focused again, and he saw the sky was still blue and beautiful.
He sighed… it was still too early for him to worry about the war.
There was a lot of time until then, and he knew all the clans would be dragged into the war no matter what.
He had to prepare for that time to ensure that he didn't die.
Suddenly, he heard it!
That familiar sound…
[Ding! Target has mastered the rapier technique belonging to the Mystic Purge Clan after undergoing rigorous training. The Press of Liberty]
[Ding! Obtaining 10x benefits. Sovereign Strike of Infinite Freedom has been obtained!]
Just as the notification ended, a tornado of memories rushed into his mind, making him clutch his head in pain and close his eyes.
"Kuh-!"
His muscles and bones stirred as his body became adapted to accept the reward.
A few minutes later, he calmed down.
Huff… Huff…
Taking deep breaths, his body relaxed as his tense forehead relaxed.
He clutched his hand, a strange yet familiar feeling spread through his body and mind.
He wanted to hold a rapier at this moment very badly, but unfortunately, he didn't have any.
He looked around and saw trees everywhere; he got up and went to a nearby tree, slowly climbing it until he reached a branch.
Twisting the whole branch from the tree, he jumped down.
Using his bare hands, he started to tear apart bits from the wooden branch, trying to make something similar to a rapier.
Although crude, he did make something similar to a rapier.
Holding the branch, he swung it into the air, producing a strong series of vibrations… it was as if the air was acting as the string, and he was the musician playing those invisible strings as he swung.
The [Sovereign Strike of Infinite Freedom] was an extremely powerful rapier technique from the knowledge he had obtained.
According to the information, this technique was so strong that…