I opened a clinic in the Abyss World

clang!

The two swords clashed, and for the first time, Charlotte blocked the judge's blade.

His hand holding the sword went numb, and the sword almost slipped from his grasp, but his eyes remained sharp!

strength!

Their powers are equal!

He had initially thought this was a disadvantageous duel, but now it seemed that the Judge's power level was the same as his, and he did not have the upper hand.

A one-sided, chaotic victory is an absolute advantage in terms of skill.

This is a fair fight.

Of course, this is only relative.

"Not bad, but having the courage to draw your sword isn't enough," the judge chuckled softly.

The shadowy figure darted past like a ghost, and the black longsword swung back and slashed, sending another severed head flying into the air.

"Sword of Judgment, Second Form: Spinning Slash".

As Charlotte ascended to the heavens, she witnessed the graceful arc of the longsword and the Inquisitor's ghostly steps as he moved between light and shadow.

Charlotte stepped back to the edge of the stone platform, looked at the judge, and asked, "What kind of footwork is that?"

"Three Thousand Light and Shadow Techniques, once you've mastered them, they're yours," the Judge replied, his figure leaping forward once more, instantly covering several meters and beheading Charlotte with a single sword strike.

……

From pain to numbness, Charlotte lost count of how many times she had been killed.

But each time he is killed, the memory does not disappear; instead, it becomes exceptionally vivid because of the pain of the moment of death.

His sword was no longer drawn in advance, but was sheathed like a judge, waiting for the judge's countdown to end before drawing it.

clang!

  

The longswords clashed once more.

The judge stepped forward with his left foot, sidestepped, and swung his longsword toward Charlotte's nape.

This time, Charlotte didn't just stand there waiting. The moment the judge moved, she simultaneously lunged to the left and forward, her longsword slashing out in a whirlwind.

Stab it!

As Charlotte's head flew off, she saw the Judge's severed left arm splattering with blood, and a smile finally appeared on her face.

When he was resurrected, the Judge's severed arm had been restored.

But Charlotte's eyes no longer held fear or retreat, only unwavering determination and a strong desire to win.

From being unilaterally tortured and killed at the beginning, to now being willing to risk their lives to lose an arm.

As if he had seen a progress bar, he began to get excited.

Sword draw slash, spinning slash, draw sword, draw sword, spinning slash, spinning slash...

Charlotte had lost count of how many times she had repeated and combined the two sword strikes.

Death is not meaningless.

Each death prolongs the time until the next one.

Or... replace the more fatal wound on the judge's body.

……

Clang!

With swords drawn, the two figures on the stone platform rushed out almost simultaneously.

Light and shadow intertwined, and a flash of sword light appeared.

There are no fancy techniques, only a clash of absolute power and speed.

A single sword strike can determine who is superior and who is dead.

A line of blood appeared on the judge's neck, which was shrouded in black robes, and then turned into a gushing column of blood.

Charlotte's left arm was severed at the shoulder, and blood gushed out as well.

"This time, I guess I win," Charlotte said calmly, sheathing her sword.

"Yes, you won." The judge also sheathed his longsword. "However, you've only just learned the basics. You're too weak. I hope you won't disappoint me next time we meet."

The hazy mist suddenly dissipated, and the dazzling sunlight shone down, causing Charlotte, who was used to dim light, to instinctively close her eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he was back at the clinic.

He remained standing in front of the oil lamp, still looking down at the scroll.

Charlotte blinked. The little figure in the center of the scroll was gone, leaving only a simple black sword drawn in line with a line.

It all felt like a dream.

Because he had died so many times and so repeatedly, the details had faded from his subconscious memory.

But every detail of his battle with the Judge in that mysterious space was still deeply imprinted in his mind.

"As expected of a martial arts technique given by a master, even the teaching method is so unique..." Charlotte rolled up the scroll.

With his current strength as a knight apprentice, he can probably only learn these two moves. He doesn't know when he will be able to enter this mysterious scroll space again.

He picked up another roll and quickly unrolled it.

The scroll, when unfolded, was still only one foot long.

At the top, in gold lettering, is written "Three Thousand Body Techniques of Light and Shadow".

In the center of the scroll, a figure the size of a matchbox is dynamically demonstrating movement techniques, blurring the lines between reality and illusion, with flashing light and shadow, just like the ones Charlotte learned from the Judge in that mysterious space.

Below is a note: Light and Shadow Three Thousand Movement Techniques, First Stage - Flash of Light: Agile steps, coupled with light-like speed, when practiced to the extreme, can instantly flash a hundred meters.

Charlotte pondered for a while and realized that the Three Thousand Light and Shadows were divided into levels. The first level, when mastered to its peak, could allow one to instantly teleport a hundred meters.

He wasn't quite sure what level this was considered in footwork techniques.

However, if combined with the ultimate sword-drawing slash, a mage a hundred meters away can be instantly killed.

With his current skill level in the mysterious space, he is still far from being able to teleport a hundred meters in an instant, let alone achieve the speed of light. At best, he can only be considered agile in his movements.

After staring at the scroll for a while longer, confirming that he had mastered the basic footwork taught on it from the judge, he closed the scroll.

He has learned the skills, but when it comes to martial arts, the master can only guide you in; the rest is up to you. He needs to set aside time to continue honing his swordsmanship and footwork.

Charlotte rolled up the scroll and then realized that she didn't know how much time had passed in the outside world since she entered the mysterious space.

Pulling open the door a crack, it was pitch black outside, with no sign of dawn yet.

I went upstairs and peeked into Vivian's room. The blush on the girl's face had faded, and she was fast asleep, wrapped in her blanket, even snoring softly.

Fortunately, it seems that the flow of time in that mysterious space is different from that in reality, but the exact ratio is still unclear.

For the next training session, perhaps I could place an hourglass aside to record my progress.

Back in her room, Charlotte hid the scroll in a secret compartment under the bed and took out the Black Stone.

A new message appears when you swipe your finger across the screen:

[The Light Chaser: The news has been released.]

Charlotte's eyes lit up. This was quite efficient. She wondered when Capas would receive the message and whether he would be summoned back to the capital.

[Miracle: Thanks!]

He replied to a message, then opened the chat window with the hermit.

[Miracle: I have received the martial arts technique. Thank you very much.]

[The Hermit: Perhaps the Judge had a premonition, which is why he left the sword and cloak to you. Good luck, young man.]

Charlotte put down the black stone, lost in thought.

The day the Judge arrived, knowing that his magical essence was damaged beyond repair, he still passed on the Black Stone to him.

Now he has taken up the Judgment Sword, and is practicing the Judgment Sword and the Three Thousand Lights and Shadows, which he once honed to their peak.

This is perhaps more like a kind of inheritance.

Boom!

A muffled thud suddenly came from downstairs.

Charlotte instinctively grabbed the longsword beside her and moved to the window in a flash.

Downstairs in front of the door, two figures dressed in black bodysuits stared at the earthen-yellow magical shield in front of them, seemingly a little bewildered.

"What are you doing!" Two fox guards rushed over from a distance upon hearing the noise.

"Damn it! When did they install a magic shield?! Let's run!" The two dark figures turned and ran, flashing into a side alley and disappearing into the mist in the blink of an eye.