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Chapter 31 Doug's Embarrassment!

Liuyun City.

The Duke of Barthélemy's Palace.

The midday sun was scorching, as if it were baking the ground until it was coated with oil.

Inside the training ground, the heat was intense.

But this level of attention is nothing to the two people in the arena.

"boom!"

A loud bang.

The thick obsidian ground exploded with a spiderweb-like crack, sending fragments of rock flying everywhere.

A burly figure was sent flying backward like a cannonball.

His feet carved two deep furrows in the ground, and he barely came to a stop when he crashed into the edge of the magical railing.

Doug Bartley wiped the sweat from his face; his short hair was sticking wetly to his forehead.

He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently like a bellows.

My arms are shaking.

That's a spasm caused by excessive muscle strain.

"Again!"

Doug gritted his teeth, a fire burning in his eyes.

He doesn't believe in superstitions.

I am a level nine warrior, someone who crawled out of piles of corpses on the battlefield. What kind of formidable enemies haven't I seen?

The young man standing opposite him was dressed in a simple black training uniform, his hands hanging casually at his sides, without even a weapon in hand.

That was his son, Raven.

Raven remained calm, even somewhat nonchalant.

He stood there, seemingly blending into the surrounding space.

That feeling was very strange.

Even though the person is right in front of you, if you close your eyes and try to sense them, it feels like there's nothing there at all.

"Father."

"Your strength has been scattered."

"A level nine warrior can handle heavy tasks with ease, and also handle light tasks with great difficulty; that's true."

"But you're too fixated on weight."

"Momentum is not something that can be created by brute force."

Raven spoke softly.

His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached Doug's ears.

Doug's face twitched.

awkward.

It's so embarrassing.

Back in the day, who was it that taught this kid how to hold a sword?

Who told this kid that a man should be as steady as a mountain?

Now look what's happened.

Feng Shui turns.

The son has become a saint, and the father still has to obediently listen to his instructions.

Where do I put my face?

Doug thought to himself, but his hands didn't stop moving.

He pushed off with his foot.

The ground suddenly collapsed.

Doug transformed into a streak of red light, his heavy sword carrying immense power as he cleaved down at Raven.

This sword strike was enough to split the city wall.

The air was forced to burst, emitting a piercing shriek.

Faced with this fierce attack, Raven merely raised his eyes slightly.

He didn't hide.

He didn't even release his fighting spirit.

Until the very moment the heavy sword was about to strike.

Raven moved.

It's not a block.

It's not a head-on collision.

He simply extended two fingers and lightly touched the side of the sword's spine.

"bite."

The crisp sound stood out starkly against the booming sound of the air being torn apart.

It's just this seemingly insignificant point.

Doug felt his violent power collide with a slippery ball of cotton.

The heavy sword, which was originally slashing down in a straight line, unexpectedly veered to the right.

"How is that possible?"

Doug's pupils dilated.

He tried desperately to regain his balance, but the force that shifted was extremely strange.

"Boom!"

The heavy sword slammed heavily onto the open ground beside Raven.

Smoke and dust rose everywhere.

Raven remained standing in the same spot, his clothes perfectly straight.

Doug, however, lost control due to excessive force and ran forward, nearly falling flat on his face.

"Roar roar roar!"

"Old Doug."

"Your pose is awful."

"That last move was like a clumsy bear trying to catch a butterfly."

A strange laugh came from the side.

In a corner of the training ground, a giant frost dragon, over a meter long, lay sprawled.

Little White flicked its tail, stirring up a gust of cold wind, while mocking Doug with a frenzy of laughter.

"Shut up, Little White!"

"I am your master's father, which means I am your elder!"

"No respect for elders!"

Doug straightened up and glared at Little White.

"cut."

I admire the strong.

"If you can beat the boss, I'll call you my ancestor, not just an elder."

"The problem is you're not good enough."

Xiao Bai rolled her eyes.

It exhaled two streams of white vapor from its nostrils, instantly freezing a weed in front of it into an ice sculpture.

The magical beasts of the Holy Realm are already as intelligent as humans, and are even more cunning than humans.

Ever since I started following Raven.

Xiao Bai's verbal skills are constantly improving.

Doug was speechless.

Beat Raven?

I'm afraid there's no hope for it in this lifetime.

"I'm not practicing anymore, I'm not practicing anymore."

"If you keep practicing like this, you'll destroy all my confidence."

Doug sighed and sheathed his greatsword back into its scabbard.

He plopped down on the stone steps, showing none of the airs of a duke.

"You've already touched the threshold."

"That sword strike just now already had the momentum."

"But at the last moment, you still thought of using force to overwhelm your opponent, instead of going with the flow of nature."

Raven smiled, walked over and handed his father a towel.

"To conform—"

Doug wiped his sweat, lost in thought.

He understands the principles.

But in practice, it's as difficult as climbing to the sky.

This is the chasm between Level 9 and the Holy Realm.

Many brilliant geniuses are stuck at this step, never managing to cross it before they die.

If Raven hadn't become a Saint, he could still be trained and explained techniques to him.

He probably won't have the chance to reach that level in his lifetime.

Take your time, there's no rush.

Raven comforted him.

In truth, he knew that although his father was quite talented.

However, he was able to cultivate to level nine entirely because he earned resources through his military merits back then, plus the instincts he developed through countless life-and-death battles.

To break through to the Saint Realm, training alone is not enough; one also needs a stroke of luck.

"Oh, right."

"The royal envoy has left?"

Sudden.

Raven seemed to remember something.

"I'm gone."

"He left behind a bunch of good things, and that imperial edict that made the entire empire envious."

"Hereditary dukedom"

"The territory of Liuyun City and the surrounding three provinces."

"And—the privilege of establishing a duchy."

Speaking of this...

Doug's expression turned somewhat strange.

Speaking of the last few words.

Doug's voice didn't carry much joy; instead, it was tinged with mockery.

"What's wrong?"

"Dad, aren't you tempted?"

"The Duchy of Bartley, that sounds impressive."

"From now on, you will be the founding duke, and may even be called a king."

"Mother will probably be ecstatic, and Avril too, she'll be a real princess then."

Raven leaned against the stone steps.

He put his hands behind his head and looked at the azure sky.

Xiao Bai perked up his ears, seemingly quite interested in the topic as well.

To establish a principality?

That means there will be countless gold coins and sparkling gems.

Dragons love these mundane things the most.

Don't give me that.

"Do you think I don't know what tricks you're up to?"

Doug glanced at his son sideways.

He could certainly guess what Raven was thinking.

"The so-called duchies and thrones are all empty shells."

"Without strength, even if the emperor gave me the entire empire, I wouldn't be able to protect it; instead, it would bring ruin to my whole family."

"As long as you are strong, as long as we are strong ourselves."

Even if I am just a viscount, even if I live in a thatched hut.

"Those dukes and princes still have to bow and scrape before me!"

"This is true nobility!"

"An uncrowned king is a million times better than any damned grand duke!"

These words.

Doug spoke with absolute certainty.

Upon hearing this...

A hint of surprise flashed in Raven's eyes.

He hadn't expected that.

My father, who usually seems so carefree, actually sees things so clearly.

He had prepared a whole host of arguments to persuade his father to give up the idea of ​​establishing a nation.

It seems I was overthinking it.