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The heavy body of the wild boar crashed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. Pifu finally snapped out of his shock. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief, looking at the scene before him, and exclaimed excitedly, "Fatty, you are amazing! You really defeated it!"
"Haha, of course! Just look at who I am!" Fatty replied, panting and wiping the sweat from his face, trying to sound relaxed. However, his right hand, which gripped the short knife tightly, trembled slightly, revealing his inner tension and fatigue. He turned to look in Hel's direction, hoping for recognition from this stern mentor.
At that moment, Hel slowly emerged from behind a tree, arms crossed. His sharp gaze swept over the fallen wild boar and then landed on Fatty. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing a hint of an appreciative smile. "Not bad; your reaction speed has improved quite a bit, and your strength has increased as well." Hel's tone remained calm, but Fatty could hear the underlying affirmation.
"Hehe, that's all thanks to Instructor Hel's guidance!" Fatty grinned widely, scratching his head and lowering it shyly to hide his inner joy.
"However..." Hel suddenly shifted his tone to a serious one. "Your combat skills are still too rough and overly reliant on brute force. What would you do if you encountered an opponent who was faster and stronger than you?"
Hearing Hel's criticism, the smile on Fatty's face gradually faded. He looked down at the short knife in his hand and fell into deep thought. Pifu also wiped the smile off his face and looked at Fatty with concern.
Hel ignored their reactions and walked directly in front of Fatty, pointing at the dead wild boar on the ground. "Look at this; you got hurt quite a bit while defeating it. If this were a real battle, would you still be alive?"
Fatty followed Hel's finger and noticed several cuts on his body from the boar's tusks, blood already staining his clothes. He realized just how dangerous his earlier fight had been; if it weren't for the boar's large size and clumsy movements, he might have already lost his life.
"I... I understand now, Instructor Hel," Fatty said with his head down, filled with shame and self-reproach. He knew Hel was right; he couldn't just pursue strength while neglecting the importance of technique and strategy.
"Remember," Hel's voice echoed in Fatty's ears, "a true strong person must not only possess great power but also have a flexible mind and calm judgment. Only by perfectly combining strength, speed, skill, and wisdom can one remain undefeated in battle!"
Hel's words struck like lightning, clearing the fog in Fatty's mind and enlightening him. He took a deep breath, his gaze gradually becoming resolute.
"I understand now, Instructor Hel! I will train harder and strive to become a strong person like you as soon as possible!" Fatty raised his head, looking intently at Hel with determination and fighting spirit in his voice.
"Very well." Hel nodded in satisfaction and turned to walk deeper into the forest. "Follow me, I'll take you to a place."
"Where are we going?" the Fat Man and Pifu asked in unison, exchanging glances that revealed their mutual confusion and curiosity.
Hel did not answer; he strode straight into the depths of the forest, his tall figure quickly disappearing among the dense trees.
"Come on, Pifu, let's follow him and see," the Fat Man said, patting Pifu on the shoulder as he stepped forward. Pifu nodded and hurriedly followed behind the Fat Man, the two of them entering the shadowy forest one after the other.
The thick leaves blocked out the sun, with rays of light filtering through the gaps to create dappled spots on the ground. In the distance, unknown birds chirped, adding a touch of life to the tranquil forest.
After walking for a while, the scenery suddenly opened up. Before the Fat Man and Pifu lay a wide clearing. The ground was overgrown with weeds and scattered with rocks, and in the distance, remnants of dilapidated buildings could be seen, as if they had endured countless years yet still retained traces of their former glory and wear.
What shocked the Fat Man and Pifu even more was that various magical beasts roamed this clearing. There were massive bears, agile leopards, and fearsome Cyclopes… These creatures exuded powerful auras that made them intimidating to behold.
"What is this place?" Pifu exclaimed in surprise, staring incredulously at the scene before him.
"This is my training ground," Hel's voice came from nearby, tinged with pride. He pointed at the magical beasts wandering in the clearing and said to the Fat Man, "From today on, you will train here. Your goal is to defeat them!"
Upon hearing this, the Fat Man's face turned pale. He looked at those ferocious magical beasts, feeling as if his heart might leap out of his throat. He opened his mouth to say something but ultimately remained silent.
Because he knew there was no turning back now.
"Come on, Fat Man, let's start training!" Hel's voice rang in his ears like a war drum, signaling the beginning of a new challenge for him.
The heavyset man took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and fixed his determined gaze ahead. He stepped forward with heavy strides, heading toward the training ground filled with danger and challenges.
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