Nascent Soul Rebirth: Starting as a Wizard

Gareth lost his balance and fell to the ground, and Solo pressed forward, attempting to gain the upper hand.

But Gareth, true to his veteran status, locked his legs around Solo's waist the moment he fell, grabbed Solo's left arm with both hands, and twisted it in the opposite direction—the beginnings of an armbar!

Solo's expression changed, and he endured the excruciating pain, repeatedly striking Gareth's inner thigh with his right elbow in the same spot.

After three blows, Gareth's leg strength weakened slightly, and Solo seized this critical opportunity, breaking free with his right leg and flipping his body like a fish.

It's not about breaking away, it's about countering!

In the instant Gareth was distracted by the blow to his leg, Solo's left arm broke free of his control like a viper and instead wrapped around Gareth's right arm.

At the same time, his legs quickly crossed, locking Gareth's neck and torso, and his core strength exploded outwards—

A perfect, standard, textbook armbar choke!

Gareth's right arm was completely controlled, his joints were locked in reverse, and his neck was tightly trapped by his legs.

He struggled desperately, pounding the ground with his left hand, his face gradually turning red from lack of oxygen, but Solo's grappling technique was like cast iron, and he didn't budge an inch.

Five seconds.

ten seconds.

Gareth's struggles grew weaker and weaker, and his left hand, which was pounding the ground, became increasingly powerless.

Solo's voice came from above, slightly hoarse from the effort: "Admit defeat, or lose an arm?"

Gareth's one eye was wide open, filled with resentment and shock, but in the end... it was a clear-headed acceptance of his fate.

He stopped struggling and slammed his left hand on the ground three times—a common gesture of surrender in gladiatorial combat.

Solo immediately released his restraints, rolled to the side, and began coughing violently.

His left arm was in excruciating pain from the joint-locking action, and he may have suffered a minor strain.

Gareth lay on the ground, panting heavily, like a fish out of water.

A full half minute later, he struggled to sit up and looked at Solo, who was also sitting on the ground panting.

Silence spread between the two, with only heavy breathing as the sound.

Finally, Gareth slowly stood up and walked up to Solo.

Instead of offering his help, he stepped back, clenched his right fist, and pounded it heavily on his left chest—the highest form of knightly obedience.

"...I lost." His voice was hoarse, but incredibly clear. "From this day forward, the Knights of Grayrock Base will obey only the orders of Commander Solo."

I, Gareth Anvil, swear by my knightly honor and my life, that I will serve you with all my might, without a single disloyalty.

Solo also stood up, without any declaration of victory, simply nodding: "Your wounds need treatment, everyone—" He turned to the knights watching, "the seriously wounded will be carried into the barracks first, the lightly wounded will line up."

For the next two hours, Solo treated the injuries of more than twenty wounded knights in the barracks that served as a makeshift medical station.

His methods still blend simple surgical techniques with basic healing magic, resulting in focused and efficient work.

The knights accepted the treatment in silence, but their eyes had changed.

If the previous battles demonstrated Solo's extraordinary strength, then the pure, unreliant victory in hand-to-hand combat that just now truly earned the respect of these veterans.

He proved himself not only to be a "parachute wizard," but also a qualified, even excellent, knight commander.

Outside the barracks, night was falling.

Solo leaned wearily against the wall, his mind a jumble of thoughts.

He knew that winning the Knights' approval was only the first step.

The bigger problem is the invisible wall that stands between knights and wizards—a wall built from historical grievances, professional arrogance, and systemic isolation.

As Solo stitched up the last knight's wound in the barracks, he reaffirmed this judgment in his mind.

The past—Torin's lost left arm.

The medical malpractice from over a decade ago, the generational animosity—these are things of the past.

They should not become stumbling blocks that hinder the progress of these people, nor should they cause this base to continue to pay unnecessary costs.

It's unrealistic and unsustainable for him to treat the wounds of a dozen or twenty soldiers after each battle all by himself.

More importantly, many of these injuries could have been avoided:

If the protective runes on the armor can be maintained in a timely manner, if there is effective long-range fire support during combat, and if injuries are treated properly and immediately rather than being delayed until after the war.

There are no ordinary human soldiers in the base—in the rules of the wizarding world, ordinary people who have not signed a contract are not even qualified to participate in interdimensional wars.

Solo wasn't entirely sure if the Emerald Academy's decision to directly send so many low-level apprentices into the Rock Plane was entirely in accordance with regulations, but at least he was certain.

It is far more reliable to have these apprentices operate the rune guns, magic cannons, and heavy crossbows than to have slaves operate them.

However, getting these wizard apprentices to work in medicine is not that simple.

The Jade Academy has urgently recruited over a million junior apprentices in the past six months, the vast majority of whom only received three months of "crash course training."

Their curriculum was compressed to the bare minimum: they learned only a complete set of battlefield emergency-level medical sorcery—including the infamous "Quick Healing" spell.

The principle behind "rapid healing" is simple and brutal: it uses high concentrations of life energy to forcibly stimulate cell division, causing the wound surface to heal rapidly within seconds.

It can indeed stop bleeding quickly and restore the wounded to basic mobility, which meets the harsh requirements of the front line for "rapid recovery of combat effectiveness".

However, the cost is extremely high: internal bone fragments remain, necrotic tissue is not removed, and toxins may remain trapped inside the body, continuing to erode the body, not to mention the severe depletion of the injured person's life force.

This is a technology designed for slaves and cannon fodder, which from its inception only pursued "it works right now, without caring about the future."

The education these wizarding apprentices received was extremely one-sided—they were almost entirely ignorant of anything except for this set of magic tricks used for battlefield first aid.

As for truly systematic, low-level apprentice-level healing witchcraft?

Those formal medical techniques that require precise energy manipulation, understanding of human anatomy, and knowledge of pathological principles?

These crash course apprentices either had no prior training or only learned the basics, lacking true mastery.

In the tense environment of actual combat, their clumsy attempts at conventional treatments were not as "practical" as the simple and brutal "quick healing technique".

Surgical skills such as surgical debridement, vascular suturing, bone fragment repositioning, and foreign body removal?

Orthodox wizards need to spend years studying anatomy, pharmacology, and energy medicine—a systematic and lengthy education that cannot be covered in a three-month crash course.

These "rushed products," mass-produced and deployed to the battlefield, have neither the time nor the curriculum to access advanced knowledge.

However, the medical skills that Solo possessed were not particularly sophisticated.

The Xuanhuang Martial World is ultimately a mortal realm, and its understanding of human anatomy is even less advanced than that of modern surgeons on Earth.

Therefore, he only needed to teach these apprentices the most basic operations:

Removing foreign objects, suturing blood vessels, and performing simple wound cleaning, along with a few basic battlefield emergency spells and a low-quality life potion, is sufficient to achieve the desired effect.