Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

Although Dago still dragged down the overall swordsmanship level in the training ground, he seemed to have some basic swordsmanship skills. He must have practiced for at least ten days to have this kind of momentum!

What they didn't know was that a constant +1 progress value was flashing in Dago's eyelids, prompting him to keep swinging his sword.

However, the senior trainees still believed that Dago was not there to train. They thought that if he were given another half hour, he would be exhausted like a dog.

I know he's probably here to get a six-pack; I've heard of that!

The senior student immediately understood Dago's purpose and stood aside to observe, preparing to laugh at this guy who insulted swordsmanship.

Although he lacked wizarding talent, a swordsmanship apprentice like him, who had trained for many years, possessed his own unique pride.

However, he can only swing his sword a thousand times in one training session, which takes an hour.

For a swordsmanship novice like Dago, being able to keep going for more than ten minutes is already quite impressive.

He silently counted the number of times Dago swung his sword, waiting for him to run out of strength.

Time passed by, second by second.

"How many minutes has it been?"

"Ninety-nine minutes have passed. Has anyone counted how many times the sword has been swung?"

"I was the one who started counting. When I got to around 1,900, I just saw his sword cut into the second protective layer of the rune wooden dummy. I was stunned for a moment, and I can't remember the details."

"Doesn't that mean he's almost reached the third protective layer of the Runewood Golem's limit? At that level, even a typical level three apprentice wizard could be killed instantly."

"Yes, that level can directly cut through the protective shields of an apprentice-level cultivator..."

When the middle-aged academy master opened the training ground door, he saw an unbelievable scene: the students who usually spent their days sweating and wasting their youth had all thrown down their training swords and were gathered together, seemingly discussing something.

When the instructor, brimming with curiosity, walked into the crowd, he only saw a group of students staring blankly ahead with expressions like those of ordinary fish.

Following their lead, the curator finally discovered the new trainee being trained, the wizard Dargo.

The academy master found the senior student and asked him what had happened. He saw that the student looked like his Dao heart was broken.

"I saw someone I shouldn't have seen. He made all my years of sword training a joke. There really are super geniuses in this world who can achieve in just two hours what I've worked hard for years to achieve."

The senior student stared blankly, looking utterly incredulous.

"Was he just putting on an act for me from the beginning?" the curator wondered, not understanding what this meant.

"Although I thought so before, or rather, that was all I could think, which is why I kept watching him train. I hoped to see him hit a bottleneck and encounter things he didn't understand. I expected him to stop making any progress in swordsmanship... But now, two hours have passed, and my petty jealousy has turned into deep despair."

"When I saw him, I had only one thought in my mind: I shouldn't have practiced swordsmanship; I should have gone back to farming."

The school owner could hardly imagine what kind of genius could defeat a student who had been immersed in swordsmanship for years so desperately in just two hours, to the point that the student even wanted to go back to farming.

Only then did the middle-aged master carefully observe Dago's training movements. His sword swings were as steady as a mountain, as fast as lightning, and as precise as an eagle swooping down on a rabbit. Every move he made followed the basics of swordsmanship perfectly, without any flaws or defects.

Normal people need to rest after a few minutes of training, but according to advanced students, Dago has been training continuously for two hours without stopping!

This explains why the trainees in the training ground were all watching Dago. What kind of monstrous physique does he have to possess such terrifying physical strength? Even wizards aren't known for their physical prowess!

After watching for a while, even the gym owner joined the crowd, his gaze irresistibly drawn to Dago's training posture.

He seemed to sense the instability in his own Dao heart!

Dargo's movements were full of the beauty of swordsmanship and the fragrance of power. What was even more terrifying was that he seemed to be improving every second. Every swing of his sword was stronger, faster, and more precise than the last.

This was a sword performance full of artistic flair, constantly testing the moral character of every swordsman present.

Clang~~~

The moment Dago's wooden sword pierced the rune-covered wooden figure's third ring, everyone gasped, and the temperature in the training ground dropped several degrees. They had seen an unseen figure.

A novice who had just mastered basic swordsmanship successfully broke through the three layers of protection of the rune wooden dummy after two hours of continuous training, heading straight for the core of the rune!

In other words, he could pose a deadly threat to a level three apprentice wizard with just his wooden sword!

For an ordinary person, this is already a great honor.

At the same time, Dago put down his wooden sword, finally putting everyone's minds at ease.

This monster, disguised as a handsome young man, finally grew tired and developed the weaknesses of a human being.

If Dago continues training, they really will have to report to the city's wizarding association so they can interrogate him and find out if he is the incarnation of some demon.

Although this is already an outrageous achievement, a full two hours, averaging one sword every three seconds, twenty swords per minute, two thousand four hundred swords in two hours... Just calculating this number makes the students breathless.

The owner quickly handed over a towel and a water cup, ready to help Dago's tired body at any time.

But all we saw was Dago take the towel, wipe himself, take a small sip of water, and give the owner a warm smile.

There's no sign of exhaustion in there at all; it's just the owner's imagination!

Crack! Crack! That was the sound of the sect leader's Dao heart constantly shattering!

At this moment, Dago saw himself surrounded by trainees in the training ground, all of whom looked utterly hopeless, and he sighed inwardly.

He unleashed his surging spiritual energy field, hovering above the training ground, and addressed the crowd: "Please do not be discouraged. The path of swordsmanship is long, and we must persevere to walk it."

Everyone then realized that this person was a formal wizard, which explained his monstrous strength and talent.

Then everything they see is understandable, and the dream can continue!

Everyone then seemed to come back to life. Only a few students with magical talent understood that being a formal wizard at such a young age was a truth even more terrifying than his swordsmanship talent!

What an amazing talent! It's like getting into Tsinghua University at the age of ten!

As for Dago, he definitely showed off and then ran away!

He flew out of the dojo's entrance and landed safely on the ground. He then brought up the system panel.

The words "Basic Swordsmanship (Transformation 897/10000)" were clearly printed on it!

It took a while for Dago to find Stuart, who was squatting by the grass counting ants.

He slapped him hard on the shoulder, scaring Stuart half to death.

He turned around and saw it was Dago, then patted his chest and took a deep breath.

Stuart shouted, "Terrifying!"

Dago laughed and said, "You're counting ants on a salary; you should have your wages deducted."

Startled, Stuart quickly apologized to Dagger and promised it wouldn't happen again.

This scene made Dago feel a little sad. How was Stuo's appearance any different from his past self? Many people are like a spinning top that is constantly being pulled, spinning and spinning, and can never stop.

Dago said it was just to scare him and he shouldn't take it to heart; he wouldn't be shortchanged by the magic stones.

The two then set off for Dago's next destination, the Wizard Tower in Cletam.

According to Stuart, the wizard towers of the Thorn Ring were areas inaccessible to commoners like them.

Stuart said: The footprints of the fathers carved deep furrows in the mud, and the shadows of the descendants grew along the edge of the furrows, thinking they were roads, but in fact they were the fences of destiny.

Countless people flock to wizards and revere them like gods, not just for the sake of power, but because it is also an alternative way of life that they dream of.

But what Dago wants to say is: you want to go to the other side of the mountain, but don't the people on the other side also want to come over?