I can evolve everything

Chapter 124 Renovation

Raine seemed oblivious, simply raising his eyes to gaze at the night outside the window.

In the distance, in the far north, everything was shrouded in darkness.

The days that followed at the Northern Fortress remained quite peaceful.

A month passed in this peaceful routine.

The air around the Northern Fortress was no longer filled with the stench of burning monster corpses. The coldest days of winter had passed, and as the temperature slowly warmed up, the atmosphere inside the Northern Fortress had also improved.

Inside Ryan's room, the fireplace burned brightly, keeping out the chill from the outside.

Renn sat on the ground, shirtless.

His body, having fully mastered the "Black Rock Breathing Technique," looked quite robust at that moment.

His muscle definition wasn't exaggerated; apart from growing two or three centimeters taller and having thicker shoulders, he was otherwise no different from the previous Renn. But if you actually punched Renn, it would feel like hitting a piece of steel.

The various scars on the skin surface have faded, with only a few light red scars remaining on the right arm.

He was slowly wiping his brand-new two-handed greatsword with a linen cloth.

After the battle with the Dire Wolf King, his two-handed greatsword was inevitably damaged. Karen had the dwarven craftsman repair the two-handed greatsword he was using while he was healing.

Of course, it wasn't just a simple repair. It's said that when the dwarf craftsman heard that it was one of the heroes who saved the Northern Fortress, Raine's weapon, he added some very valuable materials, making the repair almost as good as reforging the weapon.

This greatsword now weighs fifty pounds, significantly heavier than his previous forty-five-pound one.

"when."

Renn flicked his finger across the blade.

A buzzing sound echoed in the room, lingering for a long time.

He could clearly sense the greatsword's reaction the moment his fingertips touched the blade.

Renn didn't even need to weigh it in his hands to judge that the sword's quality and craftsmanship were quite perfect.

"Are you planning to spend the rest of your life with that greatsword?"

A slightly teasing voice came from outside the door.

Ella leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. Her long, fiery red hair was tied into a high ponytail, revealing her smooth forehead and those red eyes that always held a playful glint in them.

"This greatsword is of very high quality, so it's certainly worth treasuring." Without looking up, Renn continued to wipe the blade.

"I thought only in the stories made up by bards would there be such fools who carry around a sword all day long."

Ella walked into the room, picked up a loaf of bread from the table, and stuffed it into her mouth.

"Knight Morvan just sent someone to deliver a message," Ella said vaguely. "It is said that the noble lords in the capital are very dissatisfied with the losses from this beast tide and are arguing about compensation and military supplies."

"Nobles are always like this, never satisfied." Renn placed the greatsword across his knees.

"And also," Ella swallowed the last bite of bread, "those high knights of the Inquisition plan to establish a permanent outpost in the North. They say it's to monitor the magical fluctuations in the wasteland."

Ella walked up to Rein, squatted down, and tapped the greatsword with her finger.

"Want to come? Let's go to the training ground and try out your brand new two-handed greatsword."

Renn nodded, stood up, and slung the greatsword over his back.

"Let's go. To the training ground."

The training grounds of the Northern Fortress.

The snow had been cleared away, revealing the hard ground beneath. Various training weapons hung on racks at the edge of the training area.

Valen was shirtless, using a stone lock to train his arm strength.

After the beast tide, the blond knight had several more scars on his body.

Seeing Ryan and Ella walk in, Valen put down the stone lock.

"You look like you've finally recovered." Valen grabbed a towel and wiped his sweat, teasingly adding, "I thought you wouldn't be fully healed until spring in the North."

"Thanks to that Bishop Clement." Renn unsheathed the greatsword from his back.

"Want to have a spar?" Valen pointed to the weapons rack. "Using training weapons."

Renn nodded and retrieved the heaviest training greatsword.

"I want to try something new."

He struck a somewhat odd pose. His legs were slightly bent, his center of gravity was lowered, and his hands were slowly drawing circles in front of his chest.

This is not a known starting stance for any sword technique.

Valen and Ella were both stunned.

"What are you doing?" Ella couldn't help but complain.

Raine ignored him. He closed his eyes, silently recalling the final, powerful strike he delivered when he leaped up to face the Warg King.

Although that move was just a straight slash from the perspective of its technique, its power at the time was enough to split the entire dire wolf king in two, completely exceeding the scope of a normal straight slash.

He had a strange feeling that the move he subconsciously made at that moment was not just a simple straight slash.

After that, Rein tried to replicate the move a few days ago, but he couldn't find the feeling he had back then, nor could he reproduce the power of that straight slash.

He sensed the subtle vibrations beneath his feet, the direction of airflow, and the fluctuations of life energy within Valen's body.

Then, I slowly regained the feeling of that straight chop.

Valen frowned. He sensed an extremely dangerous aura emanating from Raine.

But it wasn't menacing; on the contrary, it was quite calm.

"Take this!"

Valen no longer hesitated. He grabbed a training longsword from the side and pushed off with his feet.

With a burst of life force, the golden-haired knight's body transformed into a blur, his longsword slashing straight at the top of Renn's head.

He used seventy percent of his strength in this strike. It was enough to knock a fully grown snow bear unconscious.

Faced with this thunderous blow.

Renn moved, raising his greatsword to meet the attack with the same straight slash.

In an instant, the two swords clashed.

Valen felt a numbness in his wrist as a tremendous force traveled up the hilt of his sword. His strike had been completely thwarted.

The longsword went out of control and crashed heavily to the ground, sparks flying everywhere.

Valen experienced a brief loss of balance due to excessive exertion.

Renn did not pursue.

He withdrew his fingers, returning to that strange starting position.

The entire training ground was deathly silent.

Valen, clutching his still-numb wrist, stared at Ryan in disbelief.

"You—what kind of power is this?"

"I don't know." Renn frowned as he looked at his wrist. The power of that strike just now didn't feel as strong as when he faced the Warg King. He said casually.

Valen stared at Ryan for a long time, and finally shook his head with a wry smile.

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