A fantastical journey across the heavens, beginning with the Witcher.

Chapter 85 Extra Points

The following days returned to normal, and Li De began the formal training phase.

【属性：力量21敏捷19感知18活力23「意志20】

During this time, he accumulated three free attribute points. According to his original plan, he intended to add the attribute points to the lowest values, Vitality and Agility, to make up for his weaknesses.

However, plans can't keep up with changes. After signing a bond with Aether, he gained the special ability [Vigorous Life], which added 5 points to his Vitality attribute, making it the highest value among the five attributes.

He simply adjusted his strategy, allocating one point to Agility and two points to Perception, with both attributes exceeding 20.

At this point, all values ​​tend to be balanced.

It wasn't that he deliberately pursued a well-rounded character with balanced attributes; he simply knew that an extreme elevation in a single attribute could create fatal hidden dangers.

The five attributes are never isolated values; they are interconnected and none can be omitted.

Take strength and agility as examples.

The former is a comprehensive reflection of muscle strength, explosive power, and load-bearing capacity, rather than simply brute force.

The latter is a comprehensive reflection of agility, reaction speed, and balance, and it is not just as simple as running fast.

If the difference between the two values ​​is too large, it will lead to an awkward situation.

Either your strength far exceeds your agility, turning you into a clumsy "fat person" whose thinking can't keep up with your actions.

Although the sword swings were fierce, they were stiff and sluggish, unable to change moves flexibly or in time. This was tantamount to giving up the greatest advantage and instead competing with the monster in pure physical strength.

Either agility far exceeds strength, turning one into a weak "skinny person," or thinking is far faster than acting.

His mind had already anticipated the attack route and commanded his longsword to parry and counterattack, but his body couldn't keep up with the instructions. The enemy's attack had already struck his face, but his own sword was still hanging in mid-air, and he had only managed to dodge halfway.

This sense of disparity can severely impact combat effectiveness.

It's like having a top-of-the-line CPU and graphics card, but with an insufficient power supply. No matter how powerful the performance is, it can only achieve half or even less of its potential.

Moreover, he knew a principle: the capacity of a bucket depends on the shortest plank.

Now that he has the opportunity to make up for his shortcomings, he naturally won't leave himself any fatal flaws.

Li De did not separate agility and perception into separate training sessions, but instead combined the two training methods together, which directly doubled the difficulty.

In a corner of the training ground, he planted wooden stakes of varying heights and thicknesses in a disorderly manner, and set up a frame with the character "加" (jia) on it, hanging a batch of sandbags that could swing back and forth to simulate chaotic battlefield terrain and swarming enemies.

Once he was ready, he leaped and landed steadily on two wooden stakes as thick as a wrist.

He raised his wooden sword and assumed a starting stance.

Then—charge! Despite the uneven wooden stakes in front of him, requiring him to constantly adjust his center of gravity with each step, his speed did not decrease at all, and his posture was terrifyingly stable.

Slashes, thrusts, parries, and spins—every strike hit the stationary sandbag with pinpoint accuracy.

The sandbag that had been hit began to shake, forcing him to concentrate fully on dealing with the rapidly changing situation.

Not far away, Ciri was holding a small wooden sword, obediently practicing the tedious basic movements.

The repetitive and monotonous moves quickly wore off her interest.

Upon catching a glimpse of Li De practicing his sword, the little girl was immediately captivated, and her hand movements gradually became distorted.

In a daze, she replaced the graceful figure moving, attacking, spinning, and leaping on the wooden stake with herself.

"Snapped!"

Geralt gently patted Ciri's back with his wooden sword, pulling the dazed girl back to reality.

"Focus on your practice and don't look around."

Ciri snapped out of her daze, immediately grabbed Geralt's arm, and pleaded sweetly, her big eyes shining brightly: "Daddy, I want to learn this! I want to learn this!"

In her eyes, basic training was tedious and boring, nothing more than repeatedly swinging a wooden sword and having to correct her posture over and over again to feel the so-called "sword is an extension of the limbs" feeling, which was far less fun than jumping and dodging on wooden stakes and making graceful moves.

"You're still very inexperienced. Before you can run, you need to at least learn to roll over and crawl."

"Is it really that bad? I think my movements are perfect."

The little girl muttered under her breath, not quite convinced.

"Okay, then go up and try it. If you can count to 10 without falling, I'll teach you the advanced stuff."

"You said it! You can't go back on your word!"

Jero nodded and gestured for the little girl to proceed. She excitedly went to the corner where she wasn't wearing makeup, blinked twice, and then looked back at her father.

"Daddy, can you carry me upstairs?"

Geralt placed the little girl on the stake, watched her wobble as she regained her balance, and then began to count down.

"3, 2, well, we haven't even counted to 1 yet."

He reached out and caught the small, thin figure as it fell.

"So, my swordsmanship master, would you like to try again?"

"I—I just made a mistake—"

The little girl muttered something about how a beginner's loss only counts as half a loss. She was just unfamiliar with this practice method, but she didn't cheat. She honestly went back to practice her basics.

Li De was already immersed in a state that could be described as mysterious. He forgot the passage of time, his mind completely absorbed in swordsmanship, his consciousness and actions becoming one, and man and sword becoming one.

The sword is an extension of the limbs. This is a key point that every swordsman must understand. Without reaching this level, no matter how strong one's physical abilities are, one will only be waving the sword around like a stick.

Li De had already grasped this level of understanding before he even completed his apprenticeship.

At this moment, he touched upon an even deeper realm—feeling the rhythm of the sword.

It sounded mysterious, but he could clearly feel that the wooden sword in his hand seemed to come alive, pulsating gently along with his pulse and resonating with his heartbeat.

The power remained unchanged; it was still as fast and as strong as ever. But he had a feeling that he had surpassed his previous self.

[Demon Hunter Swordsmanship Lv8→Lv9]

Li De was completely oblivious to the system notification after the upgrade, immersing himself in his practice until the sun began to set before jumping off the wooden stake.

The practice lasted for more than ten days.

That morning, as the sun was just beginning to illuminate the spire of Kaer Mohen, Lambert, pulling Eskar along, excitedly went to find Lid.

"Have you rested enough? Come on, let's go to a nice place."

He patted Li De on the shoulder, his eyes full of excitement, "We were about to dig to the main gate of that elven ruin we were exploring before, but Geralt pulled us back to Kaer Morhen. If we don't go now, someone else will get it."

Life in Kaer Morhen was very comfortable; there was a place to vent one's energy, both day and night.

But his inherent adventurous spirit was at work, as if calling out: Go! Go! There are so many good things in the Elven Ruins, no punching bag is as satisfying as fighting a real monster!

"No problem, when do we leave?"

"We'll leave soon. If we're quick, we should be there by tomorrow night."

The two were overjoyed and turned to invite Geralt, but were directly rejected by the white wolf.

"I'm not going. I want to stay in the castle and train Ciri."

Geralt glanced at the little girl chasing and playing in the distance, her eyes full of helplessness.

I even feel that taking care of a child is more tiring than killing monsters. How come I never noticed this child was so troublesome before?