The practice of the Eastern Kingdom had a profound influence on the melee professions.
Not to mention the advanced profession [Blademaster], which was most influenced by the Eastern Kingdom, many skills mastered by Rogues were influenced by the Eastern Kingdom. For example, the training of instinctive dodging, the mastery of flexible movements, and the legendary Rogue's top skill [Shadow Step]. This ability was very similar to the monk's [Shadow Step]. When the legendary Monk used [Shadow Step], he could also jump through the shadows. The effect was roughly equivalent to the Wizard's short-distance Blink spell.
If a melee profession could blink and teleport, the effect would be quite terrifying!
Not to mention that the Monk was famous for being good at super close combat.
The profession's specialty was [Rapid Strike]. Once the distance was closed enough, even the Rogue's reaction speed could not keep up.
Night fell.
The team that had been on the road for a day stopped temporarily. The traces left behind were suddenly cut off here. The leading Monk had just sent the rangers out to look for traces.
Forest Patrollers were actually rangers.
There were some differences in the names of professions in different places. In the southern part of the continent, rangers were more followers who served the gods. The Eastern Kingdom did not have much belief in gods. The rangers here were more like Druil. Most of them were close to animals, nature, and helping lost travelers. The rangers would determine whether it was possible to comprehend magic according to their own perception ability. They were a group of people who were good at tracking. In the wilderness, only they could easily follow all kinds of clues.
Cicada found a clean stone and sat cross-legged.
The Puppet Master wanted to come over and chat with her again, but he immediately retreated after being glared at by the girl.
The people in the team were busy, and soon a bonfire was raised. Two warriors were itching to fight by the bonfire. Cicada lost interest after a few glances. For a master of boxing like her, the training skills of the warriors were too crude. They were completely focused on the control of the body and did not pay attention to their inner and spiritual strength at all. The vitality of the warriors was very tenacious. Their daily physical training made them all rough and thick, and their vitality was more than two or three times that of other professions.
Cicada began to breathe, adjusting her state of mind with her heartbeat, and then sank into her inner perception.
This was a type of meditation technique.
The difference was that wizards used meditation to improve their spirit. Priests used meditation to feel the glory of the gods, Druil used meditation to feel the nature of the outside world, and monks used meditation to feel their inner self.
Meditation required a foundation.
Either Intelligence or Wisdom was sufficient, and it was very difficult for attributes below 12 points to enter the range of meditation.
The outcome of the battle between the two warriors was quickly decided.
The one who won seemed to be unsatisfied. He could not help but cast his gaze to the side of Cicada. There was a young man who was also sitting cross-legged. The only difference was that he was holding a straight blade in his hand.
He was a Sword Saint.
Sword Saints rarely made a move because their attacks were too fierce. They didn't wear armor because they learned their fighting style from the monks, so their attacks were very similar to the monks who practiced the [Diamond Body].
The young man opened his eyes as if he had sensed the other party's gaze.
Sword Saints also needed to meditate, but they were more focused on the energy called 'Qi', or in the ancient language, 'KI'.
"Do you want to spar with me?"
The young Sword Saint slowly opened his eyes. After seeing the other party nod, he slowly stood up.
Generally, those who could advance to Sword Saint had a strong will to fight.
However, they also needed to learn self-restraint like the monks. Meditation like this was almost a daily routine for monks, Sword Saints, and Fist Masters.
Cicada opened her eyes.
This Sword Saint was an outsider like her. He was a traveler who assisted the White Cloud Sect. She had not seen this Sword Saint in action, so she was quite curious about his strength.
Even in the eastern countries, the proportion of people who could advance to Sword Saint was not many.
As the young man slowly stood up, the warrior on the opposite side nervously gripped his weapon. The Sword Saint's attacks were notoriously ferocious, and the reason why he challenged him was because he wanted to understand this kind of power.
For many warriors who encountered a bottleneck, the best way to advance to Sword Saint was to find a way to advance.
"Please."
The young Sword Saint casually gripped his straight blade tightly and gestured to the nervous warrior in front of him. Sword Saints were born with a certain aura. This aura was mostly due to the fact that they did not wear armor at all. When they fought, it was like dancing on the tip of a blade, unlike other melee professions who relied on armor to avoid damage.
Clang!
The expected exciting battle did not happen. The warrior on the opposite side only lasted for a few seconds before losing.
There were a total of three moves.
Horizontal slash.
Horizontal slash.
Qi slash!
The Sword Saint probed with the first two moves. After the third move, he found that the opponent was not his opponent at all. The Qi slash directly knocked the warrior's weapon away.
A professional who was preparing to enter the legendary realm like herself.
Cicada quickly realized that this was a Sword Saint who was preparing to enter the legendary realm. He was probably working for the White Cloud Sect to obtain some cultivation methods.
Sword Saints focused on the cultivation of 'Qi'.
For monks, 'Qi' was their most basic thing. It was also the product of their internal self-perception.
The young Sword Saint turned his gaze to Cicada.
The people around clearly felt a fighting spirit. Perhaps for this Sword Saint, besides the leader of the legendary monks, only Cicada was worthy of fighting with him.
So, Cicada stood up.
As a girl who looked tall and slender, Cicada was much more dangerous than her appearance suggested.
"Please."
Cicada put her hands together and made a gesture of invitation. She had been trained as a monk since she was a child. Fist Master was originally an extension of the monk's profession.
The young Sword Saint narrowed his eyes slightly.
In an instant.
The sharp blade slashed directly at Cicada in front of him. The speed was faster than before. The Sword Saint did not use his full strength just now.
Sword Saints were known for their fast attack speed.
Monks were the fastest when it came to bare-handed attacks. When it came to weapons, no one could be faster than a Sword Saint.
In the face of the Sword Saint's fierce attack, Cicada dodged sideways as if she had expected it. With a low shout, she slapped out with her palm.
"Piercing Shock Palm!"
Clang.
The Sword Saint, who did not wear armor, did not dare to take Cicada's attack head-on. In an instant, he blocked the opponent with the back of his sword. This palm clearly hit the back of the sword, but the young Sword Saint's body shook, and a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.
"Hidden Power?"
"Penetrating Power?"
There was a burst of exclamation all around. This kind of skill could only be mastered by high-level monks. There were a large number of monks in the Eastern countries, but many monks were not talented enough and were similar to ordinary Warriors. They cultivated the skills of fast strikes and bare-handed attacks. Only those with better talent could learn the Diamond Body and Ethereal Body.
The Sword Saint's eyes were obviously dignified.
Cicada's bare-handed attack actually made the sound of metal colliding with the weapon. This ability was called 'Qi Strike.' Cicada's hands were at least equivalent to grade 1 rare weapons.
In other words.
The girl in front of him, who looked weak, could already catch the attack of a rare weapon with her bare hands.
Pugilist was more focused on the training of bare-handed attacks. Ordinary monks needed to be level 10 to be able to train their hands into rare weapons, and level 13 to be able to strengthen them into + 2 rare weapons. However, Pugilist had the ability to increase one level every two professional levels. As a high-level professional, Cicada's hands were at least equivalent to + 3 rare weapons.
Unbelievable.
A pair of white and slender girl's hands were actually similar to + 3 rare weapons.
Cicada did not stop attacking.
After a short fight, her storm-like continuous skills had been launched, and the Sword Saint was almost instantly suppressed by the crazy attack frequency.
This was because Cicada's' Ethereal Body 'was not practiced to perfection.
The real Ethereal Body was level 19, compared to 'Diamond Body', which required level was only 17.
The Sword Saint began to retreat.
Cicada did not give him any chance at all. It was a completely one-sided suppression.
However.
Just after the Sword Saint was forced back seven or eight steps in a row, his eyes suddenly burst with a glimmer of light, and then he shouted to the girl in front of him, "Be careful!"
It was at this moment!
The situation instantly reversed. The Sword Saint's attacks suddenly became incomparably ferocious. His straight blade had already turned into an afterimage. When he brandished his war blade, it even formed an invisible blade wind. The surrounding people who were too close to the Sword Saint felt the blade wind cutting them. Some people even had red marks on their skin.
At that moment.
Outside the forest very close to them, Søren, who was hiding in the shadows and casually watching, also narrowed his eyes and muttered, "Whirlwind Attack!?"
It was the prerequisite battle technique of the Whirlwind.
Søren could also use this attack, and the Sword Saint in front of him could also use it. In terms of data, it meant that he had at least received a hint of the 'Whirlwind'.
This Sword Saint had something up his sleeve!
Søren suspected that the Sword Saint had received guidance from a legendary professional who had mastered the Whirlwind, or that he himself had mastered the Whirlwind technique. Søren had already received a hint of the Whirlwind. If he had a proper training method, it was only a matter of time before he mastered the Whirlwind technique.
On the other side.
After being forced back by the Sword Saint's attack, Cicada immediately retreated and said slowly, "I lost."
The Sword Saint had obviously held back. Otherwise, the Whirlwind attack would have been enough to kill her in an instant. It was simply too fast.
She had misjudged.
Not only did the Sword Saint want to enter the legendary realm, he had already touched the threshold of the legendary realm.
A Fist Master against a Sword Saint.
She had already lost when she lost the initiative. There was no need to continue fighting.
Her companions looked at the Sword Saint with shock and admiration. Some even wanted to get close to him and see if they could learn some of the Sword Saint's techniques.
At that moment, Cicada couldn't help but turn her head and look at the forest in the distance. She kept feeling that someone was spying on her.
Night fell.
The others were resting while waiting for the Forest Patrollers to return. Cicada also meditated again, but she still maintained her perception of the outside world.
She looked like she was only sixteen or seventeen years old.
But her real age was already twenty-one years old. Monks had a level 17 ability called Ageless Body. Usually, when a monk cultivated this ability, their body would stop aging. Although this wouldn't extend the monk's life, before they died of old age, they could ensure that their body wouldn't continue to age.
Cicada's appearance was because of this ability.
She walked the path of the [Ethereal Body], so she came into contact with the Ageless Body early. Therefore, she had stopped aging when she was sixteen or seventeen years old. Although she still grew a lot taller, her face didn't change much. If she could go one step further, she could use the Ageless Body's ability to keep herself at her peak. Her body state would be maintained at around twenty years old until the day she died of old age.
…
On the other side.
Søren couldn't help but fall into deep thought. The technique that the Sword Saint used just now obviously used the energy of 'KI.'
As a Rogue, Søren didn't have this ability unless he was also a level 1 Monk or Sword Saint. With Søren's current conditions, it was also possible for him to be a Sword Saint, but it would be very difficult to bear the Slaughter EXP penalty. Because he was a Wizard, Søren could also simulate a similar combat ability with the help of Greater Haste and Divine Power. Divine Power was far beyond the power of ordinary things. If he could figure out the key, perhaps he could try to use other methods to master it.
However.
There was a more troublesome problem here.
That was, Søren didn't know how to use the 'Aura Slash' at all. Even from a layman's point of view, it could be seen that the Sword Saint's explosion was completely done by relying on the 'Aura Slash'.
He needed to communicate with the Sword Saint.
Moreover, Søren himself had also received information from the whirlwind, so perhaps both sides could gain something.
The night was getting darker.
Just as Søren was thinking about how to approach this group of people, there was a sudden disturbance in the distance.
Immediately after, the legendary Monk stood up, shouted at the others, and quickly rushed over. The others also set off to chase after him. It seemed that the scattered rangers had found something.
Søren also quickly caught up.
After passing through a forest, the monk immediately found a corpse. He took a look at it and suddenly frowned, "Gnolls!?"
The one who died was the ranger he sent out.
There were two high-level Monks accompanying this ranger, but there were no corpses nearby. The chest of the deceased was torn open by a great force. It was a clear claw mark, and there were still gray hairs on the weapon of the deceased.
It didn't look like a trace of a human.
"Let's go!"
"I'm afraid our spies have been discovered! They are in danger now! "
The legendary monk took the lead and rushed out, followed by Cicada and the young Sword Saint. Soran also caught up a few minutes later. He looked at the traces around, frowned, and said, "Abyss Gnolls!?"
The King of Gnolls, Yeenoghu!
This powerful Lord of the Abyss had been looking for the artifact [Flail of Time]. Although he already had a + 3 artifact flail, he had never given up looking for a more powerful artifact [Flail of Time] for hundreds of years. The corpse was stained with the aura of the Abyss. Ordinary people might not be able to feel it, but as a god, Søren could feel more.
It was the Gnolls from the Abyss who did it!
Moreover, it was a very dangerous high-level Gnoll assassin. It might have been directly teleported from the bottomless abyss.
(PS: Two in one. This volume is about to end.)
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