Raise Joan of Arc to be an empress, then discard her.

Just a little bit more, always just a little bit more...

He always felt that he wasn't fast enough, not perfect enough, and still had a gap to close with his past self. But to others, all his movements seemed incredible. The coordination, balance, and muscle control he displayed during the process were beyond their comprehension. In the midst of swinging the knife, his movements were actually graceful and elegant. It was simply unbelievable that such adjectives could be used to describe a knife-wielding person at such high speed.

But what's truly terrifying is the sheer force of his strikes.

When he unleashed his second barrage of starlight-like blades, his speed was nearly supersonic, and he continued to accelerate, the speed increasing as if he were about to break the sound barrier.

In an instant, his body had already transformed into overlapping shadows in the air, and the sound of the blade cutting through the air also mixed together, turning into a shrill sound that shook the entire huge white space. He swept in like a gust of wind, almost directly severing Ruhr's entire body.

In that fleeting moment, Ruhr saw Aaron's face again. At that speed, Ruhr shouldn't have been able to see anything, but he still felt that he saw it clearly. He saw Aaron's dark, mirror-like pupils, reflecting everything he saw. Ruhr saw himself in them, surrounded by dense, star-like blade light.

The last of his adrenaline surged, and he finally broke the sound barrier, shouting out:

"Help—me—ahhhhhh!!!"

Sure enough, someone made a move. It was Colin. He actually passed through the shimmering, water-like blades and stood ghost-like in front of Aaron. He tried to press Aaron's head down with his palm to stop him, but found it was too late. He could only use the greatsword behind him to block the blow.

A massive sword, as thick as a door, blocked Colin's path. Colin exuded an aura of steely majesty. In his youth, he was known as the Royal Iron Wall, the highest honor bestowed upon the Royal Guard. Now, standing before Aaron, he was like a towering steel wall.

Ruhr had never felt so safe before.

But the next moment his expression changed again, because the instant Aaron struck the giant sword on the door panel, Colin's trench coat flew up with a "whoosh", and the dust that splashed up on the ground swept across the entire square. The people around were so shocked that they could not open their eyes, and almost thought that a terrifying storm had occurred in the square!

But Colin was even more unsettled than the others. The sheer force of Aaron's strike had shocked him as well. His ears were almost filled with a sharp whistling sound, as if he were facing not an attack from a ninth-tier man, but a tidal wave surging from the depths of an angry sea. At that moment, thunder roared and wind howled, as if a thousand demons and ghosts were crying in his ears, and the sound of the wind was as if the end of the world had come.

Was this really the power a ninth-tier cultivator could unleash? Ruhr, shielded behind Colin, didn't understand. He only felt that when Colin blocked the attack, the sky outside seemed to darken, and the whole world was trapped in a raging storm. But he didn't know that Colin's hand was trembling as he blocked the attack, not because of the power of the strike, but because of the fear that crept up from the depths of his heart upon witnessing its power.

He couldn't even imagine what it would be like if he were in the same sequence and faced this boy. Just imagining the possibility gave Colin a feeling of his heart being squeezed, and he felt his whole body tremble violently.

I can't even imagine what this boy will become when he grows to the seventh or eighth rank, or even what he will become when he grows into a true powerhouse...

What would happen if he unleashed a full-force strike like that? The heavens and earth would likely tremble, the seas would be overturned… What kind of apocalyptic scene would be worthy of such a strike? What kind of alliance would be needed to withstand it? And who would be the enemy worthy of his attention? Perhaps… a god…?

Colin almost dared not think any further. Just then, Colin saw the boy's face, which was covered in sweat. In fact, Aaron was already pale from exhaustion and was panting heavily. However, his golden pupils, like the surface of the sun, still shone with fire. His pupils were still black, but deep within those dark pupils, an uneasy flame still flickered, as if it would pounce out at any moment to devour someone.

When Aaron looked up and instinctively met his gaze, Colin was completely stunned. Colin had been an instructor for many years, and his eyes could be described as fierce. Few people in the Kingdom of Dok dared to look him in the eye. Even the king commented that he had eyes like an eagle.

But at this moment, he felt an immense majesty envelop him, his entire body shrouded in a huge shadow, and that feeling of fear gripping his heart returned. Almost instinctively, he swung his sword, the massive blade as big as a door, at Aaron.

Colin regretted it as soon as he swung the greatsword. Aaron didn't expect Colin to make a sudden move either. At the critical moment, Aaron held his sword in front of him and blocked the attack.

Colin immediately stopped when he came to his senses. After all, he was a superhuman far superior to Aaron. His unconscious strike sent Aaron's body slid more than ten meters across the ground before finally coming to a stop. At this moment, his spiritual power was completely exhausted. He could no longer even maintain the eyes that represented blessing. His eyes dimmed and turned back into human pupils. He knelt on the ground, panting heavily.

It was only then that Colin realized that it was just a weak boy; he had simply mistaken the terrifying man from before for the same person.

“He’s qualified in my eyes. What’s General Colin’s opinion?” someone said from behind Colin.

Colin paused, momentarily dazed. He first looked at Ruhr behind him, who had fainted from fright. Then he looked at the wounded soldiers who had passed out from injuries and excessive fear and were being carried onto stretchers. For a moment, he was speechless.

“Pass.” Colin sheathed the giant sword. “I didn’t pass him because Aaron defeated them, but because he just caught my sword.”

This is a far-fetched explanation. What Aaron did was far more exaggerated than catching his sword, but there was no "defeat the flag knight" in the trial, so he could only say this if he wanted to pass Aaron.

This is not in accordance with the rules, but it doesn't matter if someone disagrees, as long as he takes one of his swords.

However, given the stretchers and injured people scattered all over the ground, no one should question it.

The person behind Colin nodded and said to Aaron in the distance, "Congratulations, you have successfully passed the trial."

Aaron, who was supporting himself with his sword, was overjoyed and tried to stand up from the ground. But as soon as he stood up, there was a sudden crack, and Aaron knelt down without warning, with a sharp pain coming from his lower body.

"It seems that at least one foot is injured."

Colin, who had been on the march for years, immediately saw Aaron's condition. He was somewhat relieved; it seemed Aaron was still human and could still get injured, which was within his expectations. However, he was also amazed that Aaron had only suffered this little injury at such high speeds. If his bones and muscles hadn't been unable to withstand it, he could have gone even faster.

"It seems the Church has gained another terrible judge..." Colin was about to offer his congratulations when a fragrant breeze wafted around him, and the figure had already appeared before Aaron.

"Can you still walk?" The figure squatted down in front of Aaron.

Her voice was very soft and gentle, sounding somewhat languid, like a feather tickling one's heart, a very soothing sensation when it brushes against one's ear.

This was the first time Aaron had ever seen this figure. At least he knew who Colin was, but he didn't recognize the person in front of him at all. It was as if she had suddenly appeared, only showing up at this moment.

But Aaron had no other thoughts at the moment, because he was immersed in the fragrance, his eyes filled with the woman's black hair and chestnut eyes. The woman's expression was indifferent, her pupils showed little emotion, but she was looking at him very seriously, her black hair falling gently over her shoulders.

When Aaron first saw her, he felt that she was the kind of person who liked to be alone. She was wearing a close-fitting dress, with a cashmere shawl draped lazily over her body. She had a great figure, but it was all hidden by her clothes. However, you could tell that she still loved beauty, and her graceful curves, like mountain peaks, could still be seen through her clothes.

Aaron looked at her expressionless, somewhat indifferent eyes and felt that there was no need to beat around the bush when talking to her, so he nodded and said, "I can't walk."

Colin had already directed two doctors to carry a stretcher over, but the figure nodded and said, "Okay, then I'll carry you on my back."

Everyone was stunned. Aaron saw her suddenly turn around in front of him and gesture for him to come up. Aaron looked at the slender figure in front of him and was at a loss for what to do.

Chapter 183 Senior Roland

"Your belt has a hidden buckle, and your knife has a ring, right? Just hang the knife on the buckle," the figure said, turning around when Aaron was still hesitating.

Aaron was still hesitating when the slender figure took the initiative to pull him up and carry him on her back. Aaron was covered in mud and dust from his battle with Ruhr, and he was definitely not clean. She had obviously just been in her room or study, so some of the mud and dust from Aaron's body fell on her as well.

“Don’t worry about it.” The figure said without any distraction, “My name is Roland Durandal, and I will be your senior from now on.”

She turned her head slightly and said, "We members of the Judgment Church are all brothers and sisters. You will be one of us in the future, so don't be shy. If someone else gets hurt, I will carry it for them. Don't worry about it."

"So that's how it is."

Aaron felt relieved. He realized he had been overthinking things. The other person seemed to be a very gentle person, and he was the one who was too nervous. With that thought, his previously reserved body relaxed slightly.

"Oh, but please don't touch my chest," Roland suddenly said.

Aaron's relaxed body tensed up again. Didn't he just tell himself not to worry about it? Had he misunderstood?

"Just kidding. People in the church say I have a great sense of humor. You'll have to get used to it," Roland said casually.

"Is this... a sense of humor...?" Aaron was speechless for a moment... He felt that this senior didn't have a sense of humor, but was rather a bit clueless...

"I'll take him to the treatment room first. General Colin, please make yourself at home." Although every word she spoke was impeccably polite, Roland didn't even look at Colin while she spoke. Aaron felt that she wasn't being rude; she was just simply too lazy to look at him.

“No need, I’ll go back and report now.” Before leaving, Colin came to Aaron’s side and said to him, “With Roland treating you, you should recover quickly.”

Aaron blinked, not understanding, but nodded nonetheless. Roland had already carried him through the iron gate and was heading towards St. Anne's Church.

The treatment room at St. Anne's Church.

This seemed to be Roland's own room, as it was filled with the same aura as Roland himself. The walls of the room were lined with old glass cabinets filled with various bottles and jars, each marked with a colorful label, presumably for different kinds of medicine. Roland was standing at a wooden table under the glass cabinets, preparing medicine for him.

Aaron sat obediently by the door, his robe already off and hanging on the coat rack behind him. He was only wearing a shirt and leggings, the legs of which Roland had cut open, revealing his injured right leg. Aaron was thinking that he might need a cast in the next few days, which would be troublesome. He wondered if Roland would disinfect or apply medicine first.

But to his surprise, Roland put on white gloves, which were covered with a cool, sticky substance. He then squatted down in front of him, pressed his cold, soft fingers against his calf, and asked, "Is this the place?"

"No, go a little lower," Aaron said, enduring the pain.

"here?"

"Yes, ouch...it hurts here..."

After Roland felt the broken bones in his right leg, he looked up at him and said, "It's a comminuted fracture. All the bones above the ankle are broken. I can roughly pinpoint the location of the bones."

"Have you figured out where the bones are?" Aaron asked, puzzled.

Roland nodded: "What I need to do now is to put your bone fragments back together. This will help your leg heal quickly. You'll be able to walk normally after resting for half an hour, but you'll need to rest for three more days before you can use it normally. However, you have a strong vitality, so you might recover even faster."

"Can she really recover so quickly?" Aaron was pleasantly surprised by Roland's professionalism. Although this senior seemed a bit eccentric, she was still a very reliable healer in the church. No wonder Colin praised her for being so capable.

“I’m going to fix it for you now.” Roland stretched out both hands and grasped his right foot in a strange way, saying:

Aaron nodded, enduring the pain and preparing himself, but for some reason, even though he clenched his teeth, Roland didn't move for a long time, his cold, soft fingers warming his ankle.

"What's wrong?" Aaron finally couldn't help but ask.

“Have I told you that?” Roland suddenly looked up at him with a childlike gaze. “I’m actually a Florentine.

"What do you mean?" Aaron vaguely felt that he had heard this name before, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it.

"Because this school of thought possesses such powerful healing abilities that it can easily repair the human body, it can also easily make people forget the price they paid for the injury. Therefore, the Florentine school advocates making people remember the pain during treatment. Some extremists even oppose all methods of anesthesia. Of course, I am not such an extremist."

"So you mean..." Aaron realized something was wrong.

Roland lowered his head again, his ten fingers gripping his calf like snakes, and said, "What I mean is, it's going to hurt a lot next."

The next moment, Roland twisted Aaron's calf with an exaggerated motion that was visible to the naked eye, like twisting a magic balloon, and broke his injured leg in an instant.

Aaron's face, naturally, went from blue to white to purple, and finally almost turned red: "Aaaaaaah!!!"

Two minutes later...

Roland took off her gloves, tidied her hair, and then turned to look at Aaron, who was rolling on the ground clutching his leg. She said, "It doesn't hurt that much, does it? Besides, your leg is already healed."

"I...I...I..."

Aaron was in so much pain that he couldn't utter a single word for a long time...

After rolling around on the ground a couple more times, he suddenly found that the pain seemed to be bearable. When he carefully touched his leg and even tried to stand up despite the pain, he found that his leg seemed to be really healed.

"A miracle doctor..." Aaron exclaimed. It was truly amazing in every sense of the word. Roland had simply twisted his leg into a strange position like a magic balloon, but his leg miraculously healed. It was as if every broken bone in his calf had been repositioned and put back together.

It's amazing... but it hurts a lot... It's amazing... but it still hurts a lot, and the other person seems to be a weirdo.

Thinking of the exaggerated twist Roland had made in his calf, and of that expressionless yet cold and beautiful face, Aaron felt a sense of fear towards Roland.

"The recovery uses your life force, which has been overflowing for you in the long run, so I used it to repair your body. But you can't use it a second time in a short period of time, otherwise you will really shorten your lifespan."

Roland said expressionlessly, "Although I don't like lecturing, I still have to tell you, don't do those kinds of reckless things so easily in the future. What happened today clearly exceeded your physical limits."

The pain made Aaron recall what had just happened and realize that he had indeed acted recklessly.

"And be careful, your knife might stab into your butt," Roland said, pointing at Aaron's buttocks.

Aaron instinctively stood up and checked the knife hanging at his waist. Thank goodness... the knife was still hanging at his waist.

Aaron was then surprised to find that his foot had actually healed and he could walk normally again.

“I told you so,” Roland said.

"Thank you, senior..."

Roland shook his head, patted his chair, and gestured for Aaron to sit down. Aaron obediently complied. Roland put his gloves back on and continued to examine Aaron's body, checking for any omissions.

This time, Roland's movements were very gentle, unlike his previous exaggerated ones, except for one problem.

"Senior sister...does the treatment require this...pinching...?"

Aaron sat upright, not daring to move, because Roland was watching him intently, constantly pulling at his face with both hands, as if testing the softness of his skin.

This must be some kind of examination, right? It should be correct...? Just like when I treated his leg, it's normal for a highly skilled doctor like my senior to perform examinations he doesn't understand...

"Your face is quite youthful," Roland said.