Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 477 Conspiracy
As the class with the strongest solo capabilities, three monks together forming a team can also be considered solo players.

"Too fast, even the monsters can't catch up."

The three monks either transformed into shadowy figures leaping through the cave, or into charging steeds crashing into monsters, or even more cheatingly, floated directly overhead (Rean: Are you stupid? I have wings).

They were too lazy to deal with the almost endless monsters that would regenerate endlessly every so often.

But when passing by, they would casually scoop it up.

Often, the first shadow to pull or trip them, the middle horse to ram them, and the last fire dragon to finish them off with a punch—that's it. What kind of fantastical version of the three Kamaitachi brothers is this? The prey doesn't even see how they die.

Rean is the slowest because he often needs time to take away valuable materials before he can catch up.

Even with wings, he still felt he couldn't keep up with the two warriors in front of him.

"True inheritors of heroic spirits can indeed evolve in actual combat."

The running speed is getting faster and faster.

Adjust the body's reflex nerves, making them increasingly sensitive.

This is not simply about being fast, but rather a unique sense of time as if one is always in a state of acceleration. There is even a rumor that for top monks, the "acceleration spell" that combat practitioners crave most is meaningless, because even extraordinary spells cannot make them faster when they have already exceeded their limits.

"Is this rate of growth, this convergence in movement styles, actually a reflection of each other?"

There's a reason why martial monks form monasteries and martial arts groups. They are skilled at observing, imitating, and learning, and can easily gain inspiration and improve from each other.

Rean, the slowest of the three, had his reflexes sped up; Felipe, the least agile, avoided losing his balance with precise movements; and Talia, dancing with blades, expanded her field of vision.

The physical body is evolving, and the machine is being updated. But the evolution of the "operator" is even more outrageous.

In just a short while, Rean learned the assassin's small, quick steps, the running horseman's long strides, while Felipe was mastering Talia's Shadow (Elemental) Burst Step, and Rean was learning Wu's turning and power-generating techniques.

Talia, however, was already scaling walls and rooftops. She realized that she didn't need to step on the ground at all. With her Shadow Speed ​​activated, the walls and ceilings, which had no obstructions, were much easier to traverse than the ground.

She had always had this ability; it was just that broadening her horizons allowed her to see herself more clearly.

She has no need to be bound by her identity as a Shadow Assassin or her past. No matter how evil the source of her power may be, it is now an integral part of her.

"Face your own feelings?" she asked, even faster.

Even the spectators outside could see the team's outrageous rate of evolution; it wasn't this outrageous yesterday.

"What's going on with this team? They never stop! Even the little mirror demon, floating in the void, can barely keep up. What's even more absurd is that the centaur father and daughter team of low-level superhumans can keep up the whole time!"

"That father, who looks like a typical office worker, is ridiculous enough, but what's with that backpacker daughter?"

Figel was not thrown off. Her boots were full of blood, her feet were numb with pain, and her keratinized hooves had completely lost the sense of pain, which allowed her to endure the agony.

His pupils were no longer just bloodshot, but completely blood red. With just a glance, Rean knew that he had activated at least several racial talents.

"She probably took the wrong path before."

Instead of hesitating and pondering what you can do and when you'll reach your limit, it's better to grit your teeth, close your eyes, and charge out, as if it were an evolutionary instinct.

Some people, especially orcs, only needed to step on the gas pedal from the very beginning. They didn't have brakes at all!
"Father and daughter are actually the same type, even though they don't look alike at all."

Rean did not stop her, because he sensed that this might be a "trial" for Figel, and if she could really persevere, she would gain a lot.

Felipe did not stop it. He felt it would be good for his daughter, and the pain and risks involved were not worth worrying about.

He didn't stop her, and Rean and Talia didn't say anything either. But a faint halo began to cover Figel, and she seemed to have awakened some extraordinary bloodline.

"There's definitely something wrong with this family's bloodline. We should have someone investigate this thoroughly when we get back." This is probably beyond Victoria's ability to handle; it would require a great alchemist or even an evolutionist specializing in bloodlines.

Rean seemed to be deep in thought. His scattered, multi-dimensional thinking even gave him time to be distracted. But his "single-mindedness" allowed the extra units of thought to constantly imitate, learn, and evolve.

Kuku and Rex's seemingly opposite mental abilities have become Rean's most permanent mental traits. The result of their complementary abilities is that Rean has surpassed Rex's "computing power" and "concentration" in his early years, and Rean has gradually reached the threshold of a true master.

Perhaps, all that's missing is that one determined step to take.
"Am I the same? If I hadn't taken that step, I'd still be trembling in that cramped hotel in the dock area."

Rean looked at Talia ahead. This "guide" had a very special connection with him. And now, it seemed that it was his turn to guide her again.

It seems that forming a team might indeed be a good idea to consider these two "adventure newbies" who have no teammates.

Although both are monks, their roles are completely different. Felipe can be a monk and healer, while Talia is the most important trap remover, vigilant, and tracker in the team. Her combat power is so great that she can even be considered a freebie.

As for Rean himself, the monk is only one part of his professional system. After Wu leaves, he will probably pick up his sword again.

"Since we're already here, let's find a decent prey."

Looking around, it seemed that this time the time spent entering the "dark zone" was only about a third or even a quarter of the time last time. The speed of the monk squad was simply too outrageous.

This time, however, Rean was even more confident.

Another advantage of the high-speed monk squad is that if they can't win a fight, they can definitely outrun the enemy. All three members have a bunch of survival abilities, so they won't die unless they want to.

"Let's give it a try. How about hunting a giant spider or a Tyrannosaurus Rex? Hmm, this place seems to have the scent of real dragons."

The formation of a new hunting party often requires a sufficiently heavy prey as a sacrificial offering, and then a sufficiently heavy dragon head is needed to hang it on the wall.

While Rean was still pondering where to find a suitable first target for this newly formed squad, someone else had already identified him as the target.

"Lure him into your trap? But can you really handle it? Putting aside everything else, consider the speed he demonstrated during the adventure."

"Therefore, we need a small gift from you, an ancestral incense stick, which is harmless in ordinary times, but useful when necessary."

Kane Sudar went to the appointment, and what he received was indeed the secret agreement about his brother's death.

He received a gift: an incense specifically designed to induce a deep slumber in the Dragonborn once activated. Even if he could resist it, he would still become drowsy.

Back then, Radiant City used special incense against the Order of the Beasts, while the Order of the Beasts also had a poisonous incense against the Dragonborn.

As for the trap, and whether the cloaked figure in front of him is actually a member of the Order of the Beast, that's not important at all. Aren't there enough people who want Rean dead already?

The aristocracy wanted him dead because he helped the princess suppress the emerging aristocratic class, while the traditional monarchists also wanted him dead because he had gained too much of the princess's trust and even love.

Kane Sudar received the gift and went straight to the docks to deliver it to his brother's house.

But what followed was scorn and ridicule. Success is good, and failure is not bad either; at least the fact that brothers murdered each other makes the "perfect man" seem less perfect.

Why would your brother hate you so much that he would even try to murder you? This rumor alone is enough to cast a shadow over Rean, and it would be even better if it could affect his mental stability and prevent him from facing his true self (the Paladin is a very troublesome profession).

"That's probably what they're thinking: they want you dead, but if you don't die, and you kill me, they'll use it as propaganda material to create a huge campaign to destroy you."

Rean had just met Kane when he was met with his brother's "tattling."

He was a little confused.

This brother, doesn't he want to die? The deterioration of their relationship is no longer something to hide.

"How could those peasants understand the tacit understanding between noble bloodlines? No matter what, I'm still your brother. I know it's shameful for you to fail, but you absolutely cannot bring disgrace to Sudar!"

(End of this chapter)