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"What conditions?" the chubby man put down his cup and asked.
The old man squinted slightly, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the chubby man and Pifu, and slowly said, "You must undergo a 'Dual Trial.'"
"Dual Trial?" Pifu repeated, frowning slightly. "What is that?"
The old man did not directly answer Pifu's question but turned to Hel and Pisman, asking, "What do you think about the relationship between these two?"
Hel and Pisman exchanged glances, both seeing a hint of surprise in each other's eyes, clearly not understanding why the old man suddenly brought this up.
"Them? Their relationship is very good," Hel hesitated for a moment before answering. "They are like brothers, sharing everything and trusting each other completely; you could say they are sworn friends."
The old man nodded slightly and turned back to the chubby man and Pifu, asking, "What do you think?"
The chubby man and Pifu looked at each other, both seeing determination in each other's eyes.
"He is my best brother; I would protect him with my life," the chubby man said without hesitation, his tone firm.
"I feel the same way," Pifu said as well, looking steadfastly at the chubby man.
The old man nodded in satisfaction and said, "Good. This 'Dual Trial' will test your bond and whether you can unleash power beyond your limits for each other."
"Power beyond our limits?" Pifu furrowed his brow. "I don't understand what you mean."
"The power of 'Blood Heritage' far exceeds your imagination. To control it, one must possess a strong will and belief, as well as..." The old man paused, his gaze intensely fixed on the Fat Man and Pifu, "...unreserved trust in each other."
"Are you saying that we can only unleash this power when our lives are in danger?" The Fat Man seemed to grasp the meaning behind the old man's words and asked in a low voice.
The old man did not respond, merely nodding slightly, which acknowledged the Fat Man's interpretation.
"This is too dangerous!" Pisman couldn't help but voice his opposition. "The power of 'Blood Heritage' is difficult to control. If they get hurt because of it, the consequences would be unimaginable!"
Although Hel did not speak, his furrowed brow and worried expression revealed his feelings at that moment. He believed in the bond between the Fat Man and Pifu, but he also did not want to see either of them harmed by the power of 'Blood Heritage.'
The Fat Man and Pifu exchanged glances, each seeing a hint of determination in the other's eyes.
"We are willing to accept the trial!" The Fat Man and Pifu said in unison.
Hel and Pisman wanted to say more but were silenced by a raised hand from the old man.
"Then let us begin," the old man said as he slowly stood up and walked toward the door of the thatched hut. "Follow me."
Hel and Pisman exchanged worried looks with the Fat Man and Pifu but ultimately said nothing as they followed the old man out of the hut.
The Fat Man and Pifu followed closely behind, their hearts filled with both anxiety and anticipation for the unknown.
A "Dual Trial" full of uncertainty and challenges was about to begin. What kind of tests awaited them?
The chubby man endured the discomfort in his body, slowly lowering his right hand and turning to look at Pifu. He forced a smile and said, " Instructor Hel said that's enough for today, but didn't say I couldn't keep thinking. I'm wondering if I made a mistake somewhere, which is why..."
He deliberately swallowed the word "failure," not wanting Pifu and Hel to worry about him. Instructor Hel was right; to become strong, one must first learn to control their emotions.
"What’s the point of thinking? You've already tried for an entire afternoon with no progress at all!" Pifu's tone was filled with urgency and concern as he quickly walked over to the chubby man and lowered his voice. "Chubby, stop pretending to be strong. You're not in good shape right now; take a break and continue tomorrow."
"Exactly, Chubby. Haste makes waste; the Military Killing Path can't be mastered overnight." Instructor Hel also approached, patting the chubby man's shoulder with a hint of unnoticeable concern in his tone. "You did well today; at least you're much better than Pifu was when he first encountered the magic array."
Hearing Instructor Hel compare him to the chubby man, Pifu's face flushed with embarrassment. He retorted, "That's because I was only eight years old when I first encountered the magic array! If Chubby had started learning the Military Killing Path at eight, maybe he would have already..."
"Alright, Pifu, stop putting Chubby down," Instructor Hel interrupted Pifu and turned to the chubby man. "Chubby, come with me for a moment; I need to talk to you."
The chubby man was taken aback, unsure of what Instructor Hel wanted to discuss, but he obediently followed him out of the training ground.
Outside the training ground, an elderly man dressed in a gray robe was quietly waiting for them. The old man was thin but spirited, with wise light flickering in his murky eyes.
"Who is this?" The chubby man looked at the old man in confusion, filled with questions.
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