Soon, two days passed.
At noon, Charles left the training tower, marking the first time he had come out at this hour in days.
He had tried both the fourth and fifth levels of the training tower.
He was looking for that feeling of life-and-death crisis, wanting to engage in a true battle for survival, but the results were disappointing.
Inside the training tower, he always felt like something was missing, perhaps it was the subconscious knowledge that even if he lost a battle, he wouldn't truly die.
Charles found himself unable to merge and create the combat techniques he had comprehended, he simply couldn't do it.
"It seems I still need to find a real life-and-death battle. I'll have to give the underground octagonal cage a try." Charles sighed.
If possible, it would be better to complete the creation of his own combat techniques in the training tower.
