If one only looked at his outer appearance, his dirty clothes were covered in dust, his blonde hair was messy, and there were patches all over his clothes. He looked like a drunkard that could be found in any bar.
However, as he stood there, yawning and picking his ears, there was no image to speak of, but it gave people a sense of distance that could not be crossed. Three minutes had passed, and none of the witnesses dared to take even half a step forward.
Everyone instinctively warned themselves. Perhaps he seemed safe right now, but as long as they took another step forward, they would be attacked and cut in half.
"What the worst opponent, Karo … no, Sword Saint Roland!"
Barton shouted out this name through gritted teeth. However, what followed was an overwhelming desire to fight. Perhaps this person really was the teacher who taught him sword techniques, but Barton had been unhappy with Karo for a very long time. Perhaps this was his chance to take revenge … and defeat Karo.
The future God of War's eyes were bloodshot, and he didn't even bother to hide his killing intent. Perhaps this was an obstacle for others, but for Barton, it was a rare chance to challenge himself.
"… Hurry up and come at me together. I still want to go back and rest."
Karo didn't even open his eyes to look at Barton as he chatted idly. Karo's disdain was clearly conveyed.
"I don't know how well he imitated his power, but he really did imitate his innate nature that deserves a beating!"
Barton unhesitatingly attacked first. The moment he attacked, he spun in place and transformed into a storm of swords.
He knew that he couldn't afford to be careless in the slightest when facing this person, even if it was only a projection. He immediately used his ultimate attack.
"Isn't Karo a mage? Didn't this thing duplicate the strongest martial artist in Barton's memories? Why did he appear? "
How could the other mercenaries not recognize Karo? He was a drinking companion that they drank together and bragged about. Although Karo had recently revealed his identity as an undead mage and seemed to have a very high status, and although they didn't know why his duplicate had appeared here, nobody believed that Barton would lose.
After all, it was common sense that a person's energy was limited. Karo sounded quite young, and he wasn't some long-lived species. It was already quite rare for him to be able to accomplish something in one area, let alone dual cultivation. Meanwhile, Old Barton had immersed himself in martial arts for at least thirty years.
"Perhaps there's something wrong with this thing. Wasn't Old Barton always worried that his daughter would be abducted by Carlo? In a sense, a son-in-law was indeed the strongest opponent of a father-in-law who was obsessed with his daughter. Yes, and an opponent that will be defeated one day. "
Some people were making sarcastic remarks, while others looked shocked or worried. Those who truly knew that person knew how worrying it was when that person appeared in the opponent's camp.
At this moment, Timlad had even stopped his calculations. His face was filled with worry as he looked at the situation in front of him. He asked Catalina this question.
"This spirit creature shouldn't be able to completely imitate it, right? Is there an upper limit or limit?"
"So this is a facility for warriors to practice their martial arts. Man-made spiritual creatures can't control the elements, so it's impossible for them to use magic. This should be considered a restriction. Of course, there was an upper limit. This device's ability was limited, and it could only simulate the combat strength of Legend-ranked individuals at most. However, martial arts information could be extracted from the target's memories, as well as supplemented from the Spirit World. It was almost a complete simulation … Actually, it didn't matter. How could an ordinary Legend-ranked individual possibly be a match for my father who was a Sword Saint? And Carlo, he's a sickly person. "
Catalina was quite confident in her father's abilities, especially since Carlo was physically weak. His strength wasn't even as great as hers, and he would complain incessantly at the slightest bit of hard work.
Martial arts techniques required the physical body as the foundation. In the end, martial arts techniques were just a way to strengthen the physical body and use the physical body. Due to natural differences, goblins would never be able to defeat giants in arm-wrestling no matter how much they cultivated. In that case, Carlo's physical body was already weak to begin with, so he definitely wouldn't be able to pose a threat to her father.
It was always good to make calculations before a battle. And, this training ground's simulation abilities had both a limit and an upper limit, as well as a power limit. This should have been a good thing, but the more Catalina spoke, the more bitter Timlad's expression became. Judging from the information he just obtained, he no longer had any hopes of making a breakthrough.
"… It would seem that there's no other method apart from using up all the spiritual creature's energy."
"That can't be, right? Carlo's really weak …"
Before he even finished speaking, Barton, who had high hopes for him, was sent flying backwards.
* Boom! *
The floor tiles were smashed apart. The bald old man's head was injured, and the web between his thumb and forefinger was split open. It was quite a serious injury. Meanwhile, his opponent was still standing there with a wooden stick in his hand. His eyes were closed as if he was about to fall asleep.
"How did he do it?"
In everyone's eyes, Barton had an overwhelming advantage and initiative in this battle. The spiritual creature, Roland, had only been constantly retreating, ready to tear Barton apart with his Whirlwind Sword. However, the next instant, it was Barton who was sent flying backwards.
Timlad's recording device was replaying the scene from just now, but he still couldn't see anything. In the end, after the recording was slowed down by several dozen times, he finally saw everything clearly.
"He clearly saw all of Roland's movements while spinning at high speed. He lured Roland into digging a hole with his sword, and then lured Roland into stepping into his own hole. He lured Roland into self-destructing just by moving. The difference in combat techniques and experience is far too obvious … But since he saw through everything, why didn't he just use his sword to stop Roland? Why did he have to go through so much trouble? Look, not only did this spiritual creature inherit Roland's combat experience, he even inherited Roland's twisted personality."
Although Timlad was inwardly commenting on Roland's strange personality, he had a serious expression. Victory was right in front of him, but he was stopped here. Of course he was displeased.
"Perhaps this is the worst opponent we've ever met."
"Father is clearly a Sword Saint. Isn't it said that Sword Saints have the ability to challenge those at a higher power level than themselves?"
Catalina wasn't skilled in martial arts, but she was able to compare information and statistics. As a barmaid, she had many legendary stories of Sword Saints defeating stronger opponents.
"Sword Saint? Ha, the one standing right in front of me is perhaps the strongest Sword Saint Aichy has ever produced in the last three hundred years. "
Timlad had a helpless expression. He wasn't exaggerating at all. Ever since the Hades were established, much information had been obtained from the Gentlemen Alliance. Even Timlad was astonished by Roland's inhuman past.
"Have you heard of the Red Lotus Sword Saint Adam? Yep, he's the one who's viewed as the strongest Sword Saint of the current generation. He's also a strong competitor for the title of the strongest human … "
Timlad noticed that everyone was staring at him as he spoke, so he paused for a moment. He was worried that saying this would affect the mercenaries' morale, but he was also worried that others would be foolish enough to challenge him if he didn't explain himself.
"… The Red Lotus Sword Saint's teacher is this person right in front of you. He's the one who single-handedly taught the strongest Sword Saint of the current generation. Since this clone has copied his terrible personality and swordsmanship, who do you think will be able to defeat him in swordsmanship? "
This time, not only were the mercenaries shocked, even Barton himself was stunned. He didn't know that he had such a famous senior brother, nor did he know that this sloppy-looking "young man" had such a "glorious" past.
"It's said that he became a Sword Saint after only one year of swordsmanship cultivation. He's so talented in swordsmanship that he can imitate others' profound mysteries just by looking at them twice. He knows more than twenty profound mysteries and the vast majority of common swordsmanship techniques. In fact, he's even taught three Sword Saints to his disciples. Are you all certain that you can defeat such an existence?"
Alright then, the moment I said this, everyone instantly fell silent.
"All of you, come at me together."
The same words, but different reactions. Since Roland displayed his astonishing power, this time, no one dared to refute this man who was wearing a grayish-white cloak while pretending to be a thinker and standing at a forty-five degree angle to show off.
"… He even copied his personality. He's … no, he completely copied him! Ha, we finally have hope! That Winston over there, yep, you, bring out your pride as a Legend-ranked mercenary and challenge him. That's right, just you alone. "
"We don't need you to win. Just do your best to use your ultimate attacks on him and waste his stamina."
As Timlad made his arrangements, the device in his peripheral vision already showed him the results of the battle.
"His combat strength … His strength, agility, and stamina aren't even at 5 points, and he's so good at acting. He almost scared us."
That's right, since this was a replica of the real Roland, it was only natural that this replica would also copy Roland's current weak state. Even if Roland was able to defeat Roland by relying on his experience and techniques, his incredibly weak body wouldn't be able to handle much stamina consumption. Rather than directly fighting against Roland and defeating him, it would be better to take turns to exhaust Roland's stamina.
Spiritual and elemental creatures' stamina and energy were the same. As long as they ran out of stamina, they would naturally disappear.
However, Winston, who had high hopes for him, didn't even last for half a minute before he was sent flying out by a sword energy that just happened to cut through his helmet.
"Casually tossing out sword energy? Sword energy requires stamina as well. Don't attack him together. That'll give him a chance to borrow power and create chaos. Let's attack him one by one. Since this is a training device, there's definitely a restriction on killing people! There might even be restrictions on attacking or leaving this area. "
Alright then, all of Roland's weaknesses had been figured out. This time, it was the spiritual body Roland's turn to smile wryly and helplessly.
But before the next warrior could carry out this shameless plan, the already injured Old Barton rushed out first. He didn't intend to give up on this rare opportunity to challenge Roland.
"All of you, back off. This is my personal challenge!"
"Your courage is commendable, and you're also commendable for taking advantage of opportunities to improve yourself. However … you're completely unqualified to be the leader of the army and let your emotions affect your decisions."
While Timlad inwardly cursed Roland, he was actually cheering him on. Although Barton's answer just now had caused him to lose a lot of points in the eyes of the examiners, since someone was willing to be cannon fodder and exhaust the spiritual Sword Saint's stamina, why not?
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