Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 16: Corona Sword Black Market
Ron wanted to ask more questions, but seeing the other party's gloomy expression, he chose to suppress his doubts for the time being.

He knew very well that in this strange and terrifying dark world, sometimes knowing too much was not a good thing.

After saying goodbye to Andre and returning to the dormitory, Ron still couldn't calm down. Those strange scenes kept appearing in his mind and couldn't be shaken off, making him feel nauseous.

"Where on earth did Locke get that banned drug?"

He muttered to himself, then opened the system panel to check his status:
Ron Ralph

【Age: 15】

[Current Combat Occupation: Knight Squire (One Star)]

[Current Occupation: Potions Apprentice (One Star)]

[Attributes: Constitution 1.4 Spirit 1.6 Magic 0.4]

【Skill:
Basic Potions (Proficient), Basic Meditation (Beginner), Slime Splatter (Beginner), Potion Refining (Beginner), Herb Identification (Beginner), Basic Swordsmanship (Beginner), Breathing and Body Building (Beginner)]

[Special Talent: Dual Soul, Sun's Blessing]

[Strength Level: Knight Squire]

"At least I have a golden finger, so I don't need to take any crooked paths." Ron felt a little comforted as he looked at the steadily improving data.

Moreover, based on the current speed of meditation improvement, there may be hope of promotion within this month, and then many problems will be solved.

At this moment, another muffled sound came from Darend's room next door, interrupting Ron's thoughts.

"Damn sonic spell! Why did it fail again?" Angry curses came through the wall.

Ron smiled bitterly and shook his head. This neighbor's persistence was indeed admirable.

Although I fail every day, I have never thought of taking shortcuts. But if I continue like this, I may not be able to pass the apprenticeship assessment.

But I don't have time to worry about other people's affairs...

As night falls, the foggy jungle falls into silence.

But in some hidden corners, some people are still conducting shady transactions.

"Have you heard? Another slave died in Tower 3."

"Alas... Marcus has been researching some kind of curse and witchcraft lately, and his methods are particularly vicious."

"Tsk tsk, but being his slave means at least I can save my life. Even though it's going to be hard every night, it's still better than those unfortunate people who become experimental subjects and monster feces."

Scattered discussions came from the end of the corridor, where several gorgeously dressed and extravagantly dressed female slaves gathered.

There was a hint of arrogance on their faces. After all, in this world where the strong prey on the weak, being able to rely on the strong can be considered a kind of capital.

Ron stood behind the door. His five senses, strengthened after his physical training, allowed him to clearly hear the whispers through the door.

Although most of the chat was boring, you could occasionally hear some useful information.

"That Locke is so stupid that he actually went to a black market merchant to buy illegal drugs."

"But it doesn't concern us anymore. Those guys only target apprentice candidates whose deadlines are approaching. They're doomed anyway, so we might as well make some extra money."

"Black market merchant." He silently memorized the word in his heart. Having one more channel is always a good thing.

The footsteps gradually faded away and the corridor fell into silence again.

And in a place where he couldn't see, those servants who were deliberately discussing loudly, after leaving the dormitory area, quickly gathered respectfully in front of a gray-robed man.

………………The next morning, at dawn, Ron lost his sleepiness. Thinking that he still had time today, he quickly got out of bed.

Since he still had a lot of time before going to work at the herbal medicine store in the Apprentice Market, he simply sat down at the table and opened the notes on "Corona Swordsmanship" that Andre had given him.

This is a special sword technique that is combined with the "Coronal Breathing Method". It focuses on using breathing to guide the body's rhythm, making the sword force as hot as the sun.

It should be said that the school was quite generous to these candidate apprentices. Although the single rooms in the dormitory area did not have much furniture, the space was large enough for him to practice swordplay in them.

"Let's start with the most basic opening moves." Ron picked up the wooden sword and stood in the middle of the room.

[Basic swordsmanship training begins]

Please use Coronal Breathing to guide the movements.

After two rounds of physical training, he has gained a deep understanding of the rhythm of Coronal Breathing.

This rhythm not only guides the mind but also makes every movement of the body powerful.

Taking a deep breath, he began to practice the most basic slashing moves according to the instructions in his notes.

It was a little awkward at first, but as my breathing became more and more coordinated, the movements became more and more smooth.

Every swing of the sword is coordinated with the rhythm of breathing. Inhale to build up strength, hold your breath to concentrate, and exhale to strike out.

The wooden sword drew tracks in the air, causing a slight sound in the wind.

[Basic Swordsmanship Experience + 1]

[Basic Swordsmanship Experience + 1]

[Basic Swordsmanship Experience + 1]

……

“Progress in the introductory stages is really rapid.”

Ron looked at the data on the panel and a smile appeared on his face.

This set of swordsmanship is perfectly compatible with the "Coronal Breathing Technique", allowing him to practice it like a duck in water, coupled with the bonus of the [Knight Squire] profession for the improvement speed of swordsmanship skills.

Every time he swung the sword in the correct rhythm, he felt that his understanding of this sword technique had taken a step further.

It feels like the muscles are memorizing a specific rhythm, making every movement powerful.

"This gives me a new idea," Ron said, as if realizing something. "'Guiding the sword with breath', I think it can be used in actual combat."

He continued to practice basic slashing moves, and the trajectory of the wooden sword gradually became smooth and round.

With the correct breathing guidance, even the simplest movements can contain a special rhythm.

Just when he was practicing vigorously, a sudden knock on the door interrupted his training.

"It's me." Andre's low voice came.

Ron put away his wooden training sword, wiped his sweat with a towel and went to open the door.

After opening the door, he found that His Royal Highness the Thirteenth Prince looked very anxious.

"There's something I must tell you." Andrei said as he closed the door, his voice low:

"I just heard that the reason Locke took the risk was because he received some news."

(End of this chapter)