For some reason, Asher felt a guilty conscience and nodded lightly under Scáthach's gaze.
"Mm... I've rested enough."
After saying that, he bit the bullet and jumped into the training ground.
When the other disciples saw this scene, they all secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Frankly speaking, they really didn't want to face Scáthach. Although her martial arts were superb and she was very meticulous when teaching, she basically didn't hold back during sparring. Not everyone could be like Asher, who had Big Sister Uathach use Rune words to heal his body after every training session.
Now that Asher was willing to enter the training ground voluntarily, it was the best possible thing, avoiding them having to endure further torment.
"Good luck, Junior Brother!"
"Good luck, Senior Brother!"
Around the training ground, a group of senior and junior disciples sat on the side, cheering Asher on, almost as if they were missing only benches, chips, and soda.
Asher rolled his eyes, too lazy to pay attention to the people around him. This wasn't cheering him on; it was clearly gloating.
He picked up the spear thrown over by a senior brother not far away and bowed slightly towards Scáthach.
"Please enlighten me, Shishou!"
Scáthach nodded slightly, without much change in her expression.
Something's definitely wrong... Asher gripped the spear tightly, his gaze carefully observing the expression on Scáthach's face.
Shishou definitely had something on her mind.
"I'm coming, Shishou!" Asher stopped thinking too much, stepped back with his foot, and the whole person shot forward.
Things were different now. With the blessing of the white dragon's body, even though the power of the white dragon's body had not yet fully integrated into his body, Asher already had extremely strong recovery power. Moreover, he had indeed rested for a while before, and his physical strength had now almost fully recovered.
"Very fast, and..." Scáthach deflected the spear thrust by Asher, looking into his eyes.
Asher's eyes were originally pitch black, but a faint golden light flowed within them during battle. In another three months, once the white dragon blood was fully integrated, most of his eyes would turn golden during battle.
It seems the melted white dragon blood has a high compatibility with my disciple?
Scáthach looked at the aura emanating from Asher, pondering secretly in her heart.
At this moment, Asher leaped high and slammed his spear down towards her.
"The power is also great, but technique is also a very important part. Remember that," Scáthach used the tip of her spear to deflect most of Asher's power and kicked him in the lower abdomen.
Before Asher could land on the ground, Scáthach slightly raised her toe.
Whoosh!
Dozens of ice walls appeared out of thin air, and a cold aura instantly rose from all directions, filled with an extremely terrifying chill!
The disciples outside the field were a bit dumbfounded. No matter what, using Rune words against Asher was a bit too harsh, wasn't it?
A look of confusion appeared on Uathach's delicate face, and the ahoge on her head swayed gently as her gaze fixed on her mother.
Something was wrong... why would Mom use such exaggerated power to train Ash?
Asher, still in mid-air, propped up his spear, intending to resist the incoming ice walls, but it was just a futile effort. There were too many ice walls. He had no choice but to draw a letter in the air with his finger, and three ice pillars just happened to block his path. Then, several flames lit up, blocking the ice walls trying to trap Asher.
But even so, he couldn't completely melt the ice walls. Asher stepped on the ice wall and slid out of the ice wall's encirclement, leaving a scratch on the wall with the tip of his spear. Without any hesitation, the spear thrust towards Scáthach's direction.
"Too reckless, you should have adjusted your breath before attacking..." Scáthach shook her head, and after making this evaluation, she suddenly paused.
Something was wrong...
She immediately raised her spear to block behind her. There was a "clang" sound, and the pleasant collision sound stimulated people's eardrums. Scáthach stared at the boy who had distanced himself from her and then glanced behind her. The illusion had disappeared.
It was an illusion, the ability that woman had just taught him?
As early as when Asher slid out from the ice walls released by Scáthach, he had already released the illusion, all for the sake of surprise.
If it were Morgan le Fay, she could release a total of three illusions, and each illusion could be transformed into a solid entity. This was a special ability only she could do, the goddess of the Trinity.
But even if Asher couldn't reach that level, he could still rely on illusions to confuse the enemy, which would also have a good effect in actual combat.
It was just a pity that the person he was facing was Scáthach.
"Still too slow. Just having physical strength isn't enough. On the battlefield, even a delayed judgment can cause fatal injuries." While Asher was still surprised by Scáthach's reaction speed, Scáthach gripped her spear and slashed horizontally.
Asher hurriedly crouched down to avoid the attack, only to find that the ground had frozen over.
Whoosh!
Several ice cones just grazed Asher's skin and pierced through, firmly fixing him in mid-air.
"Is this Shishou's true level... or have I only just seen her true level?" Asher, firmly controlled in mid-air by the ice cones, looked at the perfect figure on the ground and finally deeply realized the true gap between himself and his Shishou.
Superb martial arts combined with unexpected Rune words. If Scáthach was serious, perhaps killing a god would be as easy as flipping her hand.
Thinking of this, Asher suddenly became a little afraid that Shishou would really fight Morgan one day.
If that day really came, who should he help?
No, no! That definitely won't happen! No matter what, it shouldn't come to that. There's no hatred or resentment, so it should be fine!
He should concentrate on the battle now. Shishou hated others being distracted during battle the most.
Concentrate... concentrate...
Asher closed his eyes, feeling the boiling blood in his body. It was the blood of the white demonic dragon, which had already perfectly merged with Asher. Even though he still needed to integrate the other half of the white dragon's blood to be complete, he already possessed terrifying power.
Scáthach didn't seem to notice the anomaly on Asher's side. She withdrew her gaze and looked at Uathach.
"Send your brother back. He should have reached his limit."
After saying that, she turned around and was about to leave the training ground, but at this moment, she heard a roar from behind her.
"Shishou, where are you looking?!"
The ice cones shattered, and Asher punched towards Scáthach. She raised her spear, and the punch landed right on the spear shaft. Scáthach took a few steps back and looked at the boy in front of her.
A look of surprise appeared in her eyes.
"Battle power overload...?"
"Little brother's progress is too exaggerated..." Uathach looked in Asher's direction. "A few months ago, he was a guy who would start panting after a few moves, but now he's completely like a different person."
Moreover, his battle power overload didn't seem quite the same as Cú Chulainn's.
Uathach sized up Asher, who was now in a berserk state. His hair stood up like hedgehog quills, and there was a white dragon mark on his forehead.
This was the power of the white dragon, activated only during battle power overload. But this was only the first mark. If Asher fully absorbed the white dragon's blood in another three months, several such marks would appear on his body as time gradually merged.
The passive of the Sun God's blessing activated instantly, and Asher felt the power brought by the berserk state without losing his mind.
After battle power overload, his strength would significantly increase, and his senses would also greatly improve.
Asher could now even feel the gazes of the disciples outside the field and Uathach's breathing. Similarly, Scáthach also—
Asher suddenly froze.
Shishou wasn't breathing...?
No, it wasn't that she wasn't breathing, but that she was controlling her breathing rhythm.
After fighting him for so long, Scáthach had always maintained her usual normal breathing rhythm.
Scáthach looked at the changes in Asher's body, a look of astonishment on her face, which soon turned into a smile.
"It seems you were still slacking off when you trained with me some time ago. This is the first time I've seen you after battle power overload. So this is your true level now?" Scáthach raised her spear.
"Everyone else, go back first. I'll test Asher's current battle power again."
The other disciples all breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Asher with sympathy.
What if his physical strength had improved? He was still going to be "abused" by Shishou.
On the contrary, the advantage of having poor physical strength at this time became apparent... at least Scáthach wouldn't force them to continue training after beating them to exhaustion, but Asher had to spar until he was exhausted.
The other disciples left the training ground one after another, with only Uathach remaining in the field, watching the Shishou and disciple still fighting.
Asher hadn't said a word from beginning to end, just silently fighting Scáthach.
Of course, this was also because Scáthach was deliberately holding back, which was why he could last so long.
But even so, it was already very rare. After all, if it were before, Asher would have given up long ago, but now he relied on "battle power overload" to last for a very long time.
"You always complained endlessly during training in the past. Why haven't you said a word today?" After several exchanges, Scáthach kicked Asher away, watching him steady himself after retreating a few steps. Confusion couldn't help but appear in her red eyes.
"If fighting one more round can make Shishou feel better, I don't mind accompanying you for a bit longer," Asher said calmly.
The spear in his hand had long been replaced by a sword. His swordsmanship, not only taught by Kay but also occasionally guided by Scáthach, was not much worse than his spearmanship. It was just that he had a good weapon for the spear, while for the sword, he only had an ordinary longsword.
"One of my original goals for getting stronger was also because of this," Asher continued.
"The goal of getting stronger?" Scáthach repeated.
"Part of the reason Shishou feels so bored living is also because she's stood at the peak for too long, and never sees anyone climbing up from the bottom, right?"
"Then, please watch me slowly climb to the peak, Shishou," Asher said firmly.
"Very good." A faint smile, like ice breaking, appeared on Scáthach's beautiful face, and a hint of doting flashed in her eyes as she looked at Asher.
"I'm very happy that my disciple has such thoughts. So..."
"I originally intended to let you go back to rest, but since you have this resolve, let's add three more training sessions."
"..."
Asher was silent for a moment.
"Shishou, can I regret it?"
He originally thought it would be at most one more round... he didn't expect it to be three more?!
"Too late! Pick up your weapon, Asher!"
Under Scáthach's loud voice, Asher's miserable scream echoed in the training ground.
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