I must draw my sword immediately!

Chapter 54 Combat Intuition
[You have mastered the magic: Bow Form (Ex).]

[Note: This magic originates from the Metaphysical system researched by the Lycaon Magic Institute. By deconstructing logic, it transforms the four elements of earth, water, fire, and wind into tangible etheric arrows. Once fired, these arrows can be manipulated to collapse logic and create an explosion. This is currently a level D basic imaginary number magic.]

[PS: After linking the Imaginary Magic to the 'Sea of ​​Imaginary Numbers,' the second stage begins: Divine Word Implantation. Archery skills are randomly matched from the Sea of ​​Imaginary Numbers; the level ranges from F to Ex depending on the nature of the matched divine word.]

The subtitles flashed before my eyes.
Suya glanced around briefly, then quickly looked up and looked around for her teammates who were separated by the imaginary number maze, wanting to check on their situation.

However, this time,
The battles on the other two sides have just ended.

The spearman who challenged Lukan to a duel was killed by Lukan with a single thrust of his Noble Phantasm spear, the same spear that Sir Hector possessed.

The spearman who approached Dagonet and his cavalry was even more unlucky, running into Dagonet, a master cavalryman who could hide even better than a thief. During the charge towards the cavalry regiment, he was killed by Dagonet, who had stealthily crept up behind him, with a single dagger.
Lucan and Dagonet were still worried about Sua's situation when they suddenly looked up and saw that the Imaginary Number Maze had disappeared and the terrain had returned to normal.
Meanwhile, Suya was holding a magic bow that was clearly not befitting his identity as a swordsman, and looked towards them from the depths of the bone forest.

The three men exchanged glances, somewhat stunned as they stared at the spear, greatbow, and dagger in each other's hands.
Immediately, they all coughed and tacitly put away their weapons.

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After a brief incident, Suya and her group cleaned up the battlefield and obtained a shapeshifting bird, a black dog, and some weapons and equipment from the two gunners.

They passed through the Morgulin forest and continued on to Pendenburg.

Finally, we arrived in Pendenburg at 8 p.m.

Dagonet and Lucan, under the name of Sir Hector's second son, gathered more than 200 soldiers and two officers who were staying in the castle.

On her third night in this world, Suya had gradually begun to adapt to its rhythm.

Fight, run away, fight, run away.
He seems to be going through this process in a loop, and it's unclear how many more times he'll repeat it.
Because of Dagonet's previous advice and his own preciousness, Sua finally abandoned his last trace of nonchalance and began to practice the combat skills and magic he had mastered repeatedly, contrary to his usual behavior.

If it weren't for the magic great bow being replicated at the last moment, today's battle would have been much better.

He was actually helpless against the magician, and the wind wall was simply beyond his ability to break through.
Moreover, although it seemed that the arrow pierced through the wind wall, according to Meryl's analysis afterward, the real reason was that the imaginary arrow reversed the elements it touched into ether blocks during its firing process, thus breaking through the opponent's logic by exploiting the opponent's logical loopholes.

If the opponent has a shield, or reacts quickly enough to prepare an evasive maneuver, or simply transforms into Gandalf and fires his staff like a javelin to deflect the arrow, then...

This arrow will not work.

Having had her magic and stamina drained by an arrow, Suya could only stand there screaming for help.

This kind of coincidence cannot be replicated.

If he further refines the skills he has already learned, and no longer harbors that arrogant transmigrator mentality that surpasses even that of a king, then...
So, next time, will we not have to gamble on such unknowns?

In the abandoned Pendenburg,
Suya raised her hand, looking thoughtfully at the four throwing knives between her fingers. She then switched two of them to her other hand and stared at the tree trunk in front of her.

First, he raised his hand and threw two throwing knives, which were driven into the tree trunk. Then, he quickly threw two more throwing knives.

laugh!laugh!
The second throwing knife struck the tail of the first throwing knife, changing its angle and accelerating the latter.
Two throwing knives that were supposed to be driven into the tree trunk instead pierced straight through it and struck the wall behind them with a clang.

This phenomenon is physically impossible.
But that's combat skill; the answer is the power of courage.

Suya stepped forward, pulled the throwing knife from the stone wall, looked at the gap left in the wall, and muttered an estimation:
"Not enough"

"To get through such a defense, the force would have to be increased at least twice. It would take four impacts to have a chance to pass through the 'gap' in the wall, and the angle of the throwing knife could not be off at all. So the force of each shot would have to be continuously increased."

"Moreover, the speed must be fast, faster than you can imagine!"

"It's theoretically impossible, but I should be able to control it now."

After a brief summary, Suya took the throwing knife and returned to her original spot. She then took out a new throwing knife she had taken from Lukan from her pouch.
Lukan didn't carry many standard throwing knives, but he found a lot of crossbow arrowheads in Pendenburg's defensive equipment, modified them slightly, and made them into something similar to 'kunai'.

Standing still, Suya raised her head, staring at the tree trunk and the wall behind it, imagining it as the wall of wind blades cast by the magician during the day.

Then, they began practicing throwing again and again.

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Clang! Clang! Clang! Swoosh! Sizzle!
The continuous clanging of kunai echoed from the corners of the castle.

On the city wall not far away,
With dark circles under her eyes, Meryl lay on the battlements, watching Suya practice frantically below. After practicing throwing, she practiced rolling; after rolling, she practiced swift movement; after swift movement, she pulled out her magic bow and started creating explosions. When her magic ran out, she would take a bite of the shapeshifting bird's flesh to replenish her magic while continuing to practice throwing.
The sound repeated itself endlessly, crackling and booming.
Meryl turned to look at Lukan and Dagonit, who were watching Sua practice with great interest, and asked listlessly:
"No, Dagonet, what kind of spell did you cast on him?!"

"This is getting worse. He was quiet for at least two or three hours last night. Now, he won't sleep at all!"

"But please, I still need to sleep!"

Dagonet didn't answer directly, but just kept grinning foolishly:
"Miss Meryl, isn't this the very demeanor a queen should possess!"

Meryl shook her head and frowned as she asked, "But what's the point of training like this? Given our king's talent, you should teach him as many combat skills as possible and help him develop more combat runes within his body. This way, he will gain greater power when he finally takes up his post."

Dagonit had thought the same thing, but since the training plan was devised by Lukan, he could only turn his head and look at Lukan.

Lukan pointed to Suya below and said:

"That's normally the case."

“But our king is clearly not normal.”

"Therefore, what he needs more now is the quality of the battle runes than the quantity."

Mary frowned: "Why?"

"Because of the king's talent, I am reminded of an old friend."

Lucan spoke calmly.

"The ultimate goal of martial arts is the same: to kill someone with a sword, no matter what methods or preparations are used, it will always end with the concept of 'cutting'. And when this most basic martial art reaches its peak and is perfected, the most simple and unadorned miracles can be born."

"Uncrowned martial arts, endless martial training, harmony between man and nature, clarity of mind and stillness of water, combat intuition. These most brilliant [inherent abilities] in human history are actually all about the same thing."

“Endless martial arts training?” Melly was taken aback and looked at Lukan.

"You mean—that Knight Lancelot?"

Lukan nodded.

"Indeed, that knight, who is known as the strongest in all of Britain, can pierce his opponent's armor with a tree branch he picks up without taking his life, relying solely on skill. His martial arts are unparalleled in the world!"

Upon hearing this, Dagonet was taken aback, looked at Lukan with some surprise, and asked in astonishment:

"So you mean, it's possible for our king to reach the level of Knight Lancelot?"

"No!"

Lukan shook his head, squinted, and looked down at Suya, who was frantically practicing.

“I can sense from the king that he possesses an even greater and more insane potential!”

"His unintentional movements and thoughts reveal that he seems to have been born with a treasure trove of countless brilliant skills."

"However, he didn't know how to unlock this power, nor how to transform it into battle runes."

"And we must open this treasure trove!"

"To cultivate the strongest king in British history!"

"The simplest way is to teach him what—"

Lukan turned to look at the two of them and said firmly, word by word:

"Fighting intuition!"

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