Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

The way to improve the strength of the Physical class is very simple and straightforward.

High-frequency, high-voltage, high-intensity combat.

In battles that repeatedly push the limits of death, every muscle and nerve in the body is tempered to its extreme.

There are no shortcuts, no luck.

Only blood and sweat.

Of course, physical classes also require various special resources to assist in training.

The red crystal can stimulate blood and qi, and the Nightclaw Demon Heart can unleash potential.

But compared to the astronomical resources a mage needs for a single training session, it's far less.

This is why, at higher ranks, the number of physical classes overwhelmingly exceeds that of magical classes.

However, there is one path that the Physics class cannot avoid no matter what—teacher.

Methods of exerting force, combat techniques, and combat experience.

These are things that cannot be grasped by one person through intensive, solitary practice.

A wrong way of exerting force may stay with you for life.

A tiny angular deviation could be the difference between life and death.

Without teachers, there is no inheritance.

Without inheritance, one can only grope in the dark.

Elvia understands this all too well.

As a former princess of power in the capital city of Carter, she possessed extremely high-level knightly martial arts skills.

He is one of only two titled masters from the Carter Kingdom.

The "Silver Sword Technique" created by Gloucester the "Silver Knight".

This swordsmanship was widely practiced among the upper echelons of the royal capital of Carter.

It has an overwhelming advantage over the crude knightly swordsmanship learned by the lower-class adventurers.

At the same rank, a knight trained in orthodox Silversword techniques can easily overpower two lower-ranking adventurers of the same rank.

Its power is evident.

but.

This is nothing compared to what Professor Lin gave her.

Shadow Blade Lin did not teach her any so-called orthodox fighting styles.

He didn't teach her any fancy sword moves, nor did he make her memorize any profound sword manuals.

I simply and crudely kept correcting her.

Correct her every habit, every way she exerts force.

Those seemingly insignificant, subtle adjustments made her attacks more ferocious and her dodges more precise with each one.

While in Drywood Town, she didn't perceive this progress very directly.

Although she successfully drove Lin Gui away and touched the hem of his clothes, it was hardly something to boast about.

Under the legendary status, even physical classes of the same rank can easily overpower unprotected mages.

The magic of mages is bizarre and diverse, and the power of magic that is unleashed when magic power is concentrated is terrifying.

But a spell that takes a mage several minutes to cast can kill a warrior.

Even a warrior can send a mage to the Nether Sea with a single sword strike.

Even if Lin Gui's magic deviates too much from the traditional magician.

Elvia still couldn't take touching the hem of his clothes as a victory.

Shadow Blade Lin's teachings continued until she stepped into the Copper Gate City's fighting arena.

Only through repeated brushes with death did Elvia witness firsthand the terrifying power of corrections personally made by a high-ranking epic master.

The initial opponents were high-ranking mid-level slaves.

She won.

Then comes the higher-ranking superiors.

She won again.

Next comes the lower level of the extraordinary.

She still won.

Every fight forced her to give it her all.

Each near-death experience allowed her body to learn a new instinct.

The way she exerted her strength, the angle of her dodge, and the rhythm of her attacks, which were repeatedly corrected by Shadow Blade Lin in Deadwood Town, gradually seeped into her very being under the pressure of death.

When Lin Gui finally took him away.

Her opponent is already at the intermediate level of the Extraordinary Realm.

Even after she had almost exhausted all her strength to win, when she finally cut off the opponent's head.

Elvia felt a long-lost sense of accomplishment, a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time.

The rapid increase in strength brings a real sense of security.

This forced Elvia, who was terrified of death, to resign herself to following Shadowblade Lin's arrangements.

Even if it means arranging for her to participate in increasingly dangerous death battles.

She accepted it.

The expectation of becoming stronger gradually filled the void of her sense of loss as she fell from grace.

a few days later.

Dead trees and barren wasteland.

A wasteland surrounded by jagged, strange rocks.

Lin Gui leaned against a boulder, his arms crossed over his chest.

A tiny spirit sat on his shoulder, legs crossed, with a languid expression.

Not far ahead, Elvia was being attacked by five Wind Demon Wolves.

It was a hero-level demon, its dark blue fur standing on end like steel needles.

They are extremely fast, their claws tearing through the air with a sharp, piercing sound.

But Elvia is faster.

Her figure moved like a ghost, weaving and dodging amidst the attacks of the five demonic wolves.

Every sidestep was just enough to avoid a fatal claw strike.

Each retreat placed them precisely in the blind spot of the next dire wolf's attack.

It's no longer the kind of sweeping, head-on knightly swordsmanship of the past.

Instead, they are cunning and ruthless.

One sword kills.

He looks like an assassin.

She held a dusty gray dagger in her left hand, reversed.

The dagger was unremarkable and had no luster.

That was the Gray Dagger, a reward given to Lin Gui by the legendary assassin Ash, who then gave it to Elvia.

A wolf pounced from the side.

Elvia turned to the side, her left hand slashing with the gray dagger.

The dagger was sharper than anyone could imagine, easily slicing open the wolf's neck as if cutting into a block of tofu.

Blood splattered, and the wolf's body was still in the air, having lost all its strength.

At the same time, he thrust out the thin sword in his right hand, and silvery-white sword energy shot out from the tip of the sword.

It wasn't the kind of broad, fan-shaped sword energy.

Instead, it is an extremely thin, condensed silver line that is almost tangible.

The silver thread pierced through the heads of two demonic wolves, penetrating them one by one, and then, with undiminished force, embedded itself in a distant boulder.

The last wolf seized the opportunity to pounce from behind.

Elvia didn't turn around. She loosened her grip on the sword hilt with her right hand and slammed her elbow into the wolf's jaw.

The wolf's head snapped back, exposing its neck.

The gray dagger in his left hand pierced his throat precisely from bottom to top.

With a flick of his wrist, the dagger slashed horizontally.

The wolf's body twitched and it slid to the ground.

Elvia sheathed her sword and stood with her hands at her sides.

The corpses of five demonic wolves lay scattered at her feet.

His blond hair was a little messy from the wind, with a few strands sticking to his sweaty cheeks.

Her chest rose and fell slightly, and her breathing became somewhat rapid.

But those golden eyes were astonishingly bright.

Lin Gui stood beside the boulder, his face showing undisguised surprise.

"The speed at which the Physical Class advances is really fast."

He sighed softly.

"Much faster than me."

Shadow Blade Lin, sitting on his shoulder, gave a faint smile.

"This is what a warrior who is about to break through to a higher rank looks like."

She glanced at Elvia not far away.

"Moreover, her talent is not bad, not much worse than those geniuses in the Assassin's Court."

"Most importantly, she was terrified of dying."

Lin Gui turned his head and looked strangely at the spirit on his shoulder.

"Is that an advantage?"

Shadow Blade Lin gave a mocking smile.

"Of course it's an advantage."

"Only those who are afraid of death will desperately seize every opportunity to live."

Her voice was calm, as if she were saying something that was taken for granted.

"An arrogant genius who refuses to bow to anything will often make the wrong judgment when truly facing death because of his arrogance."

"But it's different for people who are afraid of death."

"She will struggle, she will fight desperately, she will stop at nothing."

"It will be like a mouse cornered against a wall, squeezing out all its potential."

Lin Gui withdrew his gaze and fixed it on Elvia.

She was crouching beside the corpse of a demon wolf, cutting open its chest cavity with a gray dagger, as if examining something.

Their movements were practiced, and they made no attempt to conceal the pungent smell of blood.

"How much longer will it take her to break through to the extraordinary realm?" Lin Gui asked.

"If she breaks through, how strong will she be?"

Shadow Blade Lin tilted her head.

"She needs a few more real deathmatches to bring out her full potential."

She paused, a hint of mischief in her voice.

"As for combat strength...maybe I can pin you to the ground and kill you."

She added another sentence.

"...provided that you don't use your outrageous magic."

Lin Gui did not respond.

His gaze swept around.

The power of the Night Veil transformed into an invisible wall, enclosing this wasteland.

Several demons passed by outside, completely unaware that a fierce battle was taking place inside.

Shadow Blade Lin was also looking at that invisible wall.

Even she, with her unparalleled stealth abilities, couldn't help but gasp in amazement.

She was confident that she could outmaneuver this absurd magic in terms of stealth.

However, she had to admit that, in terms of cost-effectiveness...

It's incomparable.

Elvia stood up from beside the wolf's corpse.

The gray dagger in his hand was still dripping blood.

She turned around and wiped the sweat from her face.

His blond hair was stuck to his forehead with blood and sweat.

She looked at Lin Gui.

There was a light in those golden eyes that I had never seen before.