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"Just a true warrior? Hel, your expectations are too low!" Joker Elder teased with a laugh from the side. "At least you're a genius who has awakened the Fighting Spirit. You should be aiming to be the future god of war!"
Hel shot him a glance, ignoring the jibe, and turned to the Fatty, speaking seriously: "Fatty, although you have successfully awakened your Fighting Spirit, this is just the beginning. There will be even tougher training ahead."
The Fatty got up from the ground, brushed off the dust, and said with determination, "Lord Hel, I'm ready! Bring it on!"
"Good. I hope you can maintain this enthusiasm," Hel nodded in satisfaction. "Next, we will conduct sensitivity training."
The Fatty asked in confusion, "Sensitivity training? What’s that?"
"Sensitivity training is about honing your ability to perceive danger and your reaction speed," Hel explained while taking a dagger from his waist and skillfully spinning it on his fingertips. "Fighting Spirit not only enhances your strength and defense but also improves your reaction speed and perception. This requires special training to master."
Watching the dagger dance on Hel's fingertips, the Fatty swallowed hard, feeling a hint of unease in his heart.
Hel stepped in front of the Fatty, sheathed the dagger back at his waist, and said calmly, "Next, I will attack you. You need to do your best to dodge while also trying to sense the direction of my attacks."
Before the Fatty could react, he felt a flash of cold light in front of him—Hel had already made his move!
"That was fast!" The Fatty was startled and instinctively leaned back just in time to evade Hel's attack.
"Not bad for a reaction," Hel paused his assault to comment. "But it's still not fast enough or agile enough."
The Fatty straightened up, took a deep breath, focused intently on Hel's every move, not daring to relax for a moment.
"Remember, feel with your heart, not just see with your eyes," Hel's voice echoed in the Fat Guy's ear.
The Fat Guy closed his eyes, trying to sense the changes in the air around him, the fluctuations of Hel's Fighting Spirit, and even the subtle movements that created ripples in the air.
Hel's lips curled into a slight smile as he flickered and launched another attack at the Fat Guy.
This time, the Fat Guy did not rely on his sight; instead, he anticipated Hel's move based on his perception of the surrounding environment and successfully dodged the attack.
"Not bad, you've made progress," Hel nodded in appreciation. "Keep it up."
For the next while, Hel relentlessly attacked the Fat Guy, each strike sharp and merciless. The Fat Guy dodged again and again; although he looked clumsy in the process, he gradually began to master some techniques.
"Bang!" The Fat Guy was knocked to the ground by a kick from Hel, but he did not feel discouraged. Instead, he got back up and continued training.
"Your movements are too stiff, and your reactions are too slow," Hel criticized without mercy. "You need to learn to be as agile as a cat and as swift as a leopard!"
"I understand, Lord Hel!" The Fat Guy gritted his teeth, determination shining in his eyes.
At the foot of the mountain, Joker Elder sat on a rock, watching the scene of the Fat Guy being mercilessly beaten by Hel in the magic circle and couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"This kid is just too entertaining!"
Pisman, however, looked serious as he observed the magic circle, a thoughtful glint in his eyes.
"This fat guy doesn't seem to be as simple as we imagined..."
On the other side, Pifu stood at a distance, watching the scene of the fat guy training, a complex expression flashing in his eyes.
"Hmph, he's just relying on a bit of brute strength. I will definitely surpass you!"
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