Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 108 Breakthrough! Advanced Features [Showcasing Your Talents]

The gate at the other end of the arena slowly opened, and a tall, burly figure walked out of the darkness.

He was a tiger warrior nearly three meters tall, his upper body naked, showing off his muscular body covered with scars, and his lower body only wearing a leather battle skirt to protect his vital parts.

The most striking thing was his face—a tiger head and a human body, with exposed fangs and amber eyes flashing with a cold and ferocious light.

He has almost no armor on his body, which is an extraordinary characteristic of the [Weapon Master] profession. When wearing light armor or no armor, his movement speed and attack speed will receive a certain bonus.

The tiger man held a huge sword that was almost as tall as a human in his hand, as if it was just a wooden stick.

"Human, you look weak." Aksa's voice was low and rough, with a clear tone of sarcasm. "I hope you can hold out for three seconds under my sword."

Ron took a deep breath and adjusted his breathing to the rhythm of the Coronal Breathing Technique.

The heat in his body began to flow faster, providing additional gains to his muscles and reaction speed.

"The battle begins!" a mechanical voice announced.

Almost at the same moment the sound rang out, Aksa moved.

His speed was astonishing, almost unbelievable for a creature of such size.

In the blink of an eye, he had crossed most of the arena. His giant sword drew a terrifying arc and headed straight for the enemy's waist, as if he was going to cut Ron in half with one sword.

Ron barely managed to raise his sword to block, but the huge impact still knocked him out, and he rolled on the ground several times before he could barely stand.

His arms trembled violently from the blow, and he could barely hold the hilt of the sword.

"Is this all the strength you have? What a pathetic weakling..." Aksa snorted disdainfully and continued to approach with a relaxed pace.

Ron adjusted his breathing, endured the pain in his arms, and took a defensive stance again.

He knew that he was no match for his opponent in terms of strength and could only rely on skills and flexibility to find a breakthrough.

The second round of attack came soon. This time, Aksa used a series of fast and precise stabs, each one hitting the vital point.

He tried his best to dodge and block, but was still hit several times, and his body was soon covered with small wounds.

"Your defense is flawed, your movements are too slow, and your sword grip isn't stable enough."

Aksa commented as he attacked, his tone cold and professional: "As a swordsman, you are far from perfect."

Ron felt a surge of frustration. Even though he knew it was just a mock battle, being crushed so thoroughly still made him feel deeply powerless.

What made him feel most defenseless was that every comment made by Aksa was extremely accurate and pointed directly to the weaknesses in his swordsmanship.

The fight had lasted about ten minutes, and he was exhausted and covered in wounds, while Axar didn't even look like he was breaking a sweat.

"I thought you would perform better." The Khajiit Weapon Master shook his head, disappointment in his eyes.
"It seems like a complete waste of time. Let's end it now."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly accelerated, and the tip of his sword went straight for Ron's throat.

In this critical moment, time seemed to slow down.

As Ron watched the deadly sword approaching, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind - he had been trying to fight strength through pure skill, but in the face of the absolute gap in strength, it was futile.

The real breakthrough does not lie in the perfection of the moves, but in understanding the essence of the sword - all weapons exist to kill.

At this moment, he no longer thought about techniques and postures, his consciousness was completely immersed in the connection between sword and body.

He forgot all his training and all his movement memories. Everything he had accumulated was integrated into a whole new feeling at this moment.

[Basic Swordsmanship Experience + 1]

[Breakthrough! Basic Swordsmanship (Proficient 100/100) → Basic Swordsmanship (Mastery Max)]

[Advanced Characteristics: Sharp → Revealed (Increases weakness detection rate and attack speed)]

Just as the sword was about to pierce his throat, Ron made a move that seemed very stupid...

Instead of retreating, he advanced, turning his body slightly to the side and avoiding the fatal blow by a hair's breadth.

At the same time, the long sword in his hand pierced through Aksa's defense at an incredible angle and pointed directly at the opponent's heart.

Axar's movements suddenly stopped, and a hint of surprise flashed in his amber eyes, followed by appreciation.

"Nice strike, human," he said in a low voice. "It seems you understand the secret of weapons."

Ron stood there, watching the tip of his sword being separated before it pierced Axa's chest, but he felt an unprecedented sense of clarity.

At this moment, he was no longer wielding the sword, but had become the sword itself—sharp, precise, and deadly.

"The essence of swordsmanship lies not in fancy moves, but in the determination to kill."

Aksa retracted his greatsword, his tone filled with admiration:
"You did it in that instant just now. If my strength and speed were not far superior to yours, I'm afraid you would have pierced my heart by now." Ron took a deep breath, feeling the earth-shaking changes in his body.

Reaching the proficiency level in basic swordsmanship not only improved his skills, but also gave him a new understanding of swordsmanship.

"Thank you for your guidance, Master Aksa." Ron said sincerely and bowed to the other party.

The Khajiit Weapon Master nodded. "You have great potential, human! But this is just the beginning. The path to becoming strong never ends. Keep moving forward."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire arena began to distort and dissolve, turning back into the empty circular room.

"The simulation battle is over. Congratulations on your breakthrough," the mechanical voice announced. "Welcome to use the simulation device again."

The iron door slowly opened, Ron walked out of the room and saw Andre waiting anxiously outside the door.

"Ron! Are you okay?" The blond boy walked over quickly and looked at Ron worriedly. "You've been in there for nearly two hours. I was starting to get worried."

"Two hours?" Ron asked in surprise. "It only felt like about ten minutes."

"Time perception is distorted during simulated combat," Andre explained. "How does it feel? Did you make a breakthrough?"

Ron nodded, a satisfied smile on his face:
"Yes, I have come to understand the essence of swordsmanship. It's not about mechanically repeating movements, but about infusing your will into every sword strike."

He raised his hand and made a simple sword-swinging motion.

Although there was no real sword in his hand, the movement carried a heart-pounding sharpness, as if the air was being cut open.

Andre looked at the scene in shock: "This... This is completely different! Your swordsmanship was already very good before, but now, it's like you've become a completely different person."

"Yeah, it's like a sudden enlightenment."

Ron smiled and said, "Thanks to this simulated battle device, I have the opportunity to fight with a real sword master."

The two left the central tower and walked back to the workshop. Ron was still immersed in the joy of the breakthrough.

"It's truly amazing what devices those alchemists create."

He said to Andre: "It is amazing that such a realistic combat environment can be constructed. Even the touch and smell are simulated perfectly."

"Yes, I heard that it was a project jointly developed by several senior alchemists and spiritual wizards. The purpose was to train the school's combat power."

Andre nodded in agreement. "It's a pity that the school's research later shifted to more theoretical areas, and these practical devices fell into disuse."

"But this technology has enormous potential." Ron's eyes sparkled with excitement. "If we can conduct further research, perhaps we can develop more practical alchemical devices."

His mind raced, imagining all sorts of possibilities:
A magic furnace that can precisely control the temperature, a device that can automatically extract the essence of medicinal herbs, and similar devices that can assist in cultivation...

"I must speed up my study of alchemy," Ron decided to himself. "The potential of this subject is much greater than I imagined."

He turned back to glance at the dust-covered training room. "I plan to train there regularly. Thirty magic stone fragments may be a lot, but compared to the benefits it brings, it's definitely worth it."

After returning to the workshop, Ron couldn't wait to take out the sword, wanting to experience the changes after the breakthrough for himself.

As the sword's momentum unfolded, he could clearly feel every movement becoming smoother and more natural, as if the sword had become a part of his body.

His sharp edge makes each of his strikes carry a heart-pounding precision and sharpness. Even if he only uses a wooden training sword, it seems to have the power to cut gold and jade in his hands.

"This feeling... is really great." Ron murmured in admiration, his eyes flashing with excitement.

His mastery of basic swordsmanship undoubtedly laid a solid foundation for his future breakthrough to the level of [Magic Swordsman].

What made him even more delighted was that the breakthrough achieved in this way seemed to be more profound and more internalized than simply relying on system prompts.

This is not only an increase in experience points, but also a true understanding of the essence of skills.

In the corner of the room, Ailan quietly observed Ron's sword practice. The vines swayed gently, as if they were also happy for their master's breakthrough.

"Ai Lan, I've made a breakthrough," Ron said to the tree spirit, his face filled with joy. "This is another important milestone since I came to the Black Mist Jungle."

The dryad's vines spelled out a few words in the air: "Congratulations, Master."

Ron smiled and nodded, carefully placed the sword back on the rack, and began to think about his next plan.

With the experience of this breakthrough, he became more convinced that some seemingly insurmountable obstacles may simply be due to the lack of the right methods or environment.

………………

A few days later, Ron's workshop was brightly lit.

The scroll of the "Sun Flame Essence" recipe given by Magnus was spread out on the table. Ron was carefully mixing the various ingredients according to the recipe.

"Three grams of red phosphorus grass powder... two drops of starfire stone marrow... four inches of the rhizome of the sun orchid..." Ron silently recited the ingredients and dosage on the recipe in his mind, his fingers flexibly moving between the various herbs.

(End of this chapter)