Panlong: Taotie bloodline, unlimited power growth!

Liuyun City.

Viscount Bartley's Mansion.

"Father! Mother!"

"My mental strength is indeed very strong, that's true."

"However, my elemental affinity is only moderate!"

"You should know better than I what this means."

Raven turned around.

He was facing away from the moonlight, his face hidden in the shadows.

Doug fell silent.

indeed!

A mage's training relies on mental strength in the early stages and on elemental affinity in the later stages.

Raven's moderate affinity meant that he could never catch up with true geniuses in the speed at which he accumulated magic power through meditation.

Maybe in ten or twenty years.

Raven was able to become a level six or seven mage thanks to his extraordinary mental strength.

But how do you break through to level eight, level nine, or even the Saint Realm?

That requires a massive accumulation of magic power.

Moderate affinity is that insurmountable chasm.

"I want to become strong, a true strong person."

"Instead of being a useless mage who can only throw fireballs in low-level battlefields and gets instantly killed when encountering a truly powerful opponent."

Raven clenched his fist, his nails digging deep into his flesh.

"and……"

"My mental strength is strong, which is extremely beneficial for a warrior's training, isn't it?"

"A sharper sense of perception, more precise control, and even... mental strength will be key to understanding 'momentum' in the future."

Raven paused, a hint of fanaticism flashing in his eyes.

Upon hearing this...

Doug's eyes lit up.

He slammed his hand on the table, making the plates bounce around.

"good!"

"Well said!"

The level nine expert burst into laughter, his voice booming like a bell.

"Good lad!"

"This is my seed, Doug Bartley's seed!"

"Don't let vanity blind you; know what you truly want!"

"you're right!"

"Magicians may be noble!"

"But on the battlefield, only the warrior's sword and shield are his most reliable companions!"

"A moderate level of affinity is definitely a huge pitfall. Instead of wasting time on endless meditation, it's better to push your body to its limits!"

Doug stood up and walked over to Raven.

That large, fan-like hand patted heavily on his son's shoulder.

"But……"

Jenny seemed about to say something, her face full of reluctance.

"There's no 'but' about it!"

"We don't need a few more magicians!"

"If Avril has the talent later, it's not too late for her to learn magic!"

"Since Raven wants to walk the path of a warrior, then go all the way!"

Doug waved his hand, exuding domineering power.

He stared intently into Raven's eyes.

"However, let me make this clear from the start."

"The path of a warrior is far more arduous than that of a mage."

"Training in the coldest days of winter and the hottest days of summer, getting cuts and bruises is commonplace."

"If you start crying then, I won't hold back!"

Raven laughed.

Looking at his father's expectant face, he felt a surge of pride.

"Don't worry, Father."

"Even if I break my bones from all that training, I won't utter a sound!"

……

Now that the direction has been decided.

Raven's daily life underwent a dramatic change.

early morning.

It was still dark.

The fog still lingered over the manor.

"Two hundred and ninety-eight...two hundred and ninety-nine...three hundred and one!"

Heavy breathing echoed across the empty training ground.

A small, thin figure was hanging upside down on the horizontal bar, doing sit-ups.

Sweat dripped from his hair, forming a small puddle on the ground.

For a six-year-old child, this level of training is practically self-torture.

But Raven didn't stop.

He felt a tearing, aching pain in his abdominal muscles.

Pain means living, it means becoming stronger.

at the same time.

The birthmark on the back of my hand gets slightly hot during vigorous exercise.

It felt as if a gentle warmth was flowing from within, coursing through the blood and relieving muscle fatigue.

That's the source of Raven's confidence.

Although I don't know what this birthmark is!

But he discovered that as long as he engaged in high-intensity physical training!

This birthmark will secrete a strange energy that accelerates the body's recovery and even strengthens bones and muscles!

"drink!"

Raven suddenly flipped over and landed on his feet.

His legs felt a little weak, but he still managed to stand firmly.

On a huge rock nearby.

Doug was sitting cross-legged, gnawing on a roasted lamb leg with his mouth full of oil.

"Not bad, I didn't slack off."

"But this is just the beginning."

"Today I will teach you basic stance training."

"Remember, a warrior's strength comes not only from his muscles, but also from the earth."

Doug casually tossed the bone aside and wiped his mouth.

Unlike ordinary civilians!

Ordinary commoners don't have any martial arts manuals at home!

They can only hone their bodies through the Qi-gathering technique!

In this way!

After obtaining the Battle Qi Manual, they will be able to start cultivating at a faster pace!

The Bartley family possesses several secret martial arts manuals!

Under such circumstances!

Doug's training of Raven was naturally different!

"boom!"

Doug jumped off the boulder.

There was clearly no fluctuation of battle aura.

The ground trembled slightly.

Two deep footprints were clearly imprinted on the bluestone slab.

"A stable lower body allows for greater power."

"Watch carefully! Follow along!"

Doug got into position.

The movements were not flashy, but they exuded a steady and powerful aura, like a mountain.

Raven took a deep breath, mimicking his father, spread his feet apart, bent his knees slightly, and lowered his center of gravity.

This seemingly simple action is actually incredibly difficult to perform.

Every muscle must remain taut and ready to exert force at any time.

A short while later.

Raven's legs began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Don't move! Keep your back straight!"

Doug had somehow acquired a willow branch and lashed it out at Raven's shin without any hesitation.

Snapped!

Burning pain.

Raven grunted, but didn't move an inch; his eyes only grew more resolute.

Time passed second by second.

As the sun rose higher, its scorching rays baked the earth.

Sweat had already soaked through my clothes, trickling down my trouser legs and into my shoes; the sticky feeling was maddening.

My legs have lost all feeling and feel as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

Consciousness began to fade.

Just as Raven felt he was about to faint.

The birthmark on the back of my hand started to feel hot again.

A cool breeze instantly rushed to his head, invigorating him.

at the same time.

That strange heat surged again, nourishing the muscles on the verge of collapse.

Raven was surprised to find that he was able to keep going again.

even.

He could feel it clearly.

Every breath, every heartbeat, makes the body stronger and more powerful.

This birthmark... it's practically a cheat code!

Under the distant corridor.

Jenny watched her son practicing hard under the scorching sun, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"These two, father and son, are two stubborn bastards cut from the same cloth..."

She wiped her eyes with a handkerchief, complaining as she spoke, but her eyes were full of pride.

Since our son has chosen this path...

As a mother, all she can do is provide logistical support.

"Anna!"

"Go and simmer another pot of monster meat soup, and add plenty of purple ginseng!"

She turned and called out to the maid behind her.

"besides!"

"Get my healing potion ready; that silly boy's bound to be in pain all night!"