sinovels Chapter 928 Training
Chapter 928 Training
After returning to his private room, Lin Qiye told Luo Sheng about what had happened in the corridor.
Luo Sheng was sitting by the stone bed when she heard his description, and her expression changed.
"Her name is Hattie."
She remained silent for a while.
"Back in Asgard, she was one of my generals. Once, she disobeyed orders at the front, resulting in the loss of three elite fleets. I reprimanded her in front of the entire army and removed her from her post."
"She hated me ever since."
Luo Sheng spoke calmly, as if she were talking about something from a long time ago. But her hand remained on her lower abdomen.
"She doesn't want to buy me to worship. She wants to trample me underfoot. She waited all these years for this day, after I humiliated her in front of so many people."
Lin Qiye listened without saying anything more.
"She won't succeed."
Luo Sheng looked up at him.
Lin Qiye had already reached the door.
"I'm going to the training area. Lock the door."
He went out.
Luo Sheng sat there, listening to his footsteps fade into the distance until they disappeared at the end of the corridor.
Luo Sheng placed her hand on her lower abdomen, feeling the faint breath there.
She can only trust the man who bought her now.
……
The training area is very large.
It was so large that it didn't resemble an auxiliary area of a gladiatorial arena; rather, it looked like a war city that had been forcibly crammed underground.
Lin Qiye followed the route on the iron sign.
On both sides of the passage were open stone chambers, where gladiators were sharpening their weapons, some were taking potions, and some were shirtless, letting training puppets hammer their chests.
Further inside, there are rows of circular fighting platforms.
The density of the laws of the original universe is too high.
When outsiders arrive, their original power is suppressed, like a great river being stuffed into a narrow tube.
Forcing it will only cause the body to break down.
But the people here are different.
They had long since adapted to this environment.
With each breath they take, they draw "source energy" from the primordial universe from the air.
Once the source energy enters the body, it undergoes a special circulation process, where it is compressed and refined before finally integrating into the flesh, bones, meridians, and even weapons.
Therefore, simply being powerful is not very meaningful here.
More importantly, it's about adaptation.
The law of adaptation.
Adapt to the source gas.
A fighting style adapted to this world.
"A newcomer?"
A rough, hoarse voice came from the side.
Lin Qiye turned his head to look.
A burly man nearly two meters tall was leaning against the edge of the fighting platform, holding a chipped short axe in his hand.
He was wearing gray leather armor, his chest and arms were covered in old wounds, and he had a scar on his face that ran from his brow bone to the corner of his mouth.
"I've seen you standing there for ages."
The burly man grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.
"A newcomer?"
Lin Qiye turned his head and looked at the burly man leaning against the fighting platform.
The burly man grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.
"A newcomer?"
Lin Qiye also grinned.
Then he took the iron plaque out of his pocket and casually waved it.
The dark red patterns on the front of the iron plate suddenly lit up, and several ancient characters emerged in the dim firelight.
Senior Deacon.
The burly man's smile froze instantly.
His scarred face became respectful at a visible speed. He quickly straightened up from the edge of the fighting platform, walked briskly to Lin Qiye, and bowed slightly.
"My lord!"
"How can I help you?"
His voice was eight octaves lower than before, and there was no longer any hint of probing.
Lin Qiye casually put the iron plate back into his pocket.
"What's your name?"
"Your Excellency, I am Racon, a lowly gladiator."
"It can talk."
Lin Qiye nodded.
He took out a hundred gladiator coins from his storage bag and casually tossed them over.
He instinctively caught the hole.
The moment the pile of gladiatorial coins landed in his palm, his eyes lit up.
One hundred gladiatorial coins!
This is definitely not a small sum of money for a low-ranking gladiator.
A common, lower-ranking gladiator can win anywhere from tens to hundreds of dollars per match, depending on the strength of their opponent, the betting in the stands, and the mood of the steward.
But this new senior deacon casually tossed out one hundred.
And judging from their expressions, they don't care at all.
Lacon's respect deepened.
"Sir, please speak."
"Come practice with me today."
Lin Qiye said calmly.
"practice?"
Lakong paused for a moment.
Lin Qiye glanced at him.
"Don't worry about what I mean. Just train the way I tell you to."
"yes!"
Pulling Hole immediately agreed.
Lin Qiye walked towards the nearest circular arena.
The arena was not large, about a hundred feet in diameter, with several stone pillars standing around it, covered with dark red runes.
This is the training area.
A place specifically for gladiators to hone their combat skills and adapt to the laws of the original universe.
Lin Qiye has been observing these past few days.
He discovered something.
Passively absorbing source energy is too slow.
Sitting here to cultivate is like trying to pick water with a needle tip; you won't absorb much even after a whole day.
But once you enter a battle, when your body is pressured, impacted, and pushed to its limit, your pores will instinctively open and frantically devour the surrounding free-floating source energy.
The more intense the battle, the faster the absorption.
Especially when he is truly threatened, the suppressed King-level power within him will struggle like a trapped beast, forcing him to actively draw in source energy.
Every struggle is a form of adaptation.
Every instance of pressure is a form of tempering.
more importantly--
After Luo Sheng became pregnant, he received a large amount of bloodline feedback.
The feedback wasn't intense, but rather like a warm, gentle stream that flowed continuously from the depths of one's blood, day and night.
After it merged with the primordial energy of the original universe, it actually increased his body's adaptation speed by a large margin.
This made Lin Qiye realize that the "many children, many blessings" system had not failed in this world.
It just operates in a different way.
Instead of simply and crudely rewarding one's realm, it allows him to continuously grow stronger even under the high-pressure environment of the original universe through bloodline, life, and reproduction.
This is more subtle than a direct reward.
It's also more suitable for his current situation.
Therefore, he didn't rush to the trading area to buy cultivation techniques, nor did he rush to reveal too many of his trump cards.
He chose to train.
Adapt to this world as quickly as possible in the simplest yet most effective way.
On the fighting platform.
Lacon stood opposite him, holding the chipped short axe in his hand, somewhat hesitant.
"My lord, how...how can I make a move?"
Lin Qiye took a black iron spear from the weapon rack.
"Give it your all."
"what?"
Lacon thought he had misheard.
"Go all out."
Lin Qiye repeated it.
"No need to hold back."
Lacon grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.
"Rest assured, sir. Since you have said you will go all out, then I will not hold back."
He gripped the chipped giant axe with both hands, and the dark red sand beneath his feet suddenly sank.
next moment.
Lacon charged forward like a ferocious beast pouncing on its prey.
The giant axe swept across, creating a muffled whooshing sound.
A wisp of grayish-white Origin Qi swirled around the axe blade. Although it wasn't very dense, it was quite solid, indicating that he had already become accustomed to the laws and environment of the Origin Universe.
If this axe were to strike an ordinary person, it would be enough to shatter half of their body.
A flicker of excitement flashed in Lacon's eyes.
Although he was only a low-ranking gladiator, he had survived in the arena until now not because of mercy.
Since this newly arrived senior deacon had given him the order to go all out, he would indeed go all out.
If you kill him...
Lakong's eyes turned slightly cold.
So what if he's a high-ranking butler?
If you get killed in the training area, who can you blame?
Besides, who in this training area hasn't heard the news?
Lord Lei Sha is going to teach this guy a lesson!