King of the North: My Lord's Diary Weekly Summary

Ronald shook his head: "There should be relevant standards of measurement within the kingdom, and some long-established families and top knightly orders also have more detailed divisions, but a completely open, unified and universal system has not yet been formed."

I've heard that the royal family and several grand dukes are trying to push this through, but that's a matter for the higher-ups.

"So, what level are you at right now?"

Wayne asked the question that concerned him most.

Ronald thought for a moment, seemingly considering how to use an analogy: "Hmm... let's put it this way, if we compare it to the raider leader Kesha we encountered before..."

"Right now, I could probably handle three opponents like him at once, and I'm confident I could kill them quickly."

Wayne quickly assessed the situation in his mind:

He had seen Keza's skills before. Although he was suppressed by Ronald, he was definitely a fierce veteran.

Ronald's ability to take on three opponents and kill them all demonstrates a skill far exceeding that of ordinary elite soldiers.

It seems that "sense of Qi" and its refinement are indeed the threshold to transcendence in this world.

"So, you don't even have a very clear concept of 'rank' yet?"

Wayne confirmed.

"Yes, sir."

Ronald candidly stated, "It's more of a feeling and a comparison with my past self."

The instructor had mentioned before that when one's control over "qi" reaches a certain level, a qualitative change may occur, and at that time there may be clearer signs.

But I haven't reached that point yet.

Wayne nodded, not surprised by the answer.

It takes time for a power system to develop from its infancy to full standardization.

"Sir, why are you asking about this all of a sudden..."

Ronald's eyes lit up, and he looked at Wayne with undisguised excitement and anticipation: "So, you want to start improving your strength?"

He knew Wayne all too well—potential and charismatic, but unable to endure hardship, always uninterested in martial arts that required sweat and toil, preferring to spend his time socializing and indulging in pleasure.

If Wayne really starts to value his own military strength, that would be a huge change.

Wayne met Ronald's burning gaze, nodded calmly, and a confident smile curved his lips: "Of course."

"Ronald, want to find a place to practice with me later?"

Although he had acquired the Frostraven bloodline, which improved his coordination and agility, and given him a new "gland" on his chest that could generate cold, Wayne knew very well that this did not equate to combat experience and strength.

He needs real combat experience, even just practice, to familiarize himself with his enhanced body and explore how to integrate his new abilities into combat.

"no problem!"

Ronald's smile widened: "By the way, sir, we just passed a rabbit burrow."

Wayne looked in the direction he indicated, and sure enough, amidst the white expanse, there was an inconspicuous hole with its edges outlined by the snow.

There were still a few fresh tracks on the snow near the cave entrance.

"A rabbit..."

Wayne said thoughtfully, "I remember that for Muyuan, this is a pest that steals grass roots and destroys grasslands."

Ronald's smile turned somewhat sly, and he raised an eyebrow: "That's right, sir."

Moreover, they are "very nutritious pests."

The two men simultaneously reined in their horses, deftly dismounted, and tied the horses to two sharp rocks nearby.

Ronald did not take a sword, but instead took a light hunting bow and a quiver of arrows—as a knight, proficiency in archery and horsemanship was a basic skill.

He hung the arrows at his waist, held the bow in his hand, and gestured for Wayne to also take a weapon.

They moved stealthily, approaching slowly from two directions, blocking any possible escape routes for the rabbit.

The snow in the North absorbed sound well, with only the slight "crunching" of boots sinking into it.

When they were still a dozen meters from the cave entrance, Ronald made a gesture, and the two stopped.

He pointed to his eyes, then to the opening of the hole, indicating that Wayne should observe carefully.

Wayne stared intently; the cave entrance appeared quiet.

The two began to use the hunting techniques taught at the previous training camp—which was also when Ronald defeated the grizzly bear—to rub stones on the ground to make noise at the entrances of several burrows.

Soon, the first hole that Wayne and his men had deliberately left untouched began to emit faint sounds.

Sure enough, they had it!

They exchanged a glance. Ronald continued to guide the rabbit into the hole with the stone, while Wayne held his breath and guarded the entrance.

Soon, a pair of long ears slowly emerged, and Wayne could see what it looked like.

It was a snow hare, a common sight in the North, larger than any rabbit Wayne remembered, with thick fur.

It twitched its nose slightly, then simply pushed off the snow with its hind legs and shot out like a gray arrow!

"So fast!"

Wayne was startled.

This rabbit's explosive power is clearly abnormal.

Almost at the same time the rabbit darted out, a soft twang of a bowstring was heard from the side, and an arrow was released from the bow!

However, the rabbit seemed to sense something in mid-air, and forcibly twisted its body. The arrow grazed its hind leg, taking only a few strands of rabbit fur with it, and embedded itself deeply in the snow!

"what?"

Ronald also seemed slightly surprised.

Although he didn't shoot with all his might, with his archery skills, he should have been able to easily shoot a rabbit.

The rabbit landed and, without pausing, sprinted off again, this time taking a zigzag route, displaying exceptional cunning.

Wayne moved too.

He took a deep breath, then suddenly increased his speed, cutting off the rabbit's path from the flank!

When Wayne focused all his energy on running, he found himself running faster than he had imagined.

Sure enough, the bloodline significantly improved his attributes—the distance between him and the rabbit was rapidly decreasing.

The rabbit seemed to have eyes in the back of its head, but it didn't expect the human to be so fast, and was a moment too slow to change direction.

Wayne seized the opportunity, drew his sword directly, and without using any fancy techniques, simply waited for the right moment and delivered a clean and crisp diagonal slash!

The sword's edge sliced ​​through the air, carrying a chill.

In the nick of time, the rabbit twisted its body again, and the blade almost grazed its back!

At the same time, it kicked backward with its hind legs with such speed that it kicked up a small puff of snow and kicked hard at Wayne's wrist!

They're actually fighting back!

Wayne's wrist went numb, and he was horrified.

This rabbit is not only fast and has unpredictable reactions, but it also has ridiculously great strength!

It doesn't look like a small herbivore at all!

Just then, another arrow pierced the air!

Ronald seized the moment when the rabbit paused after attacking Wayne.

The arrow was swift and accurate, and with a "thud," it pierced straight through the side of the rabbit's neck!

The rabbit was thrown off balance by the force of the arrow, twitched a few times on the snow, and then lay still.

Wayne and Ronald stepped forward. The rabbit lay in the snow, the arrow embedded deep inside, demonstrating the force of Ronald's shot.

It is robust, with muscle lines faintly visible beneath its thick fur, sharp teeth, and eyes that even retain a hint of lingering ferocity unlike that of ordinary animals.

"This rabbit..."

Ronald pulled out the arrow, picked up the still-warm prey, and frowned slightly: "Something's not right."

The speed was abnormally fast, and the reaction was too quick. That kick was almost as powerful as a wolf cub's.

Its fur color is that of a typical snow rabbit.

Just then, another, even faster figure appeared behind Ronald!