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Chapter 2 Manu

Luo An could not refuse, nor did he have the right to refuse.

Rather, it's incredibly lucky that Levi's noticed me today.

From witnessing Levi's training to actually stepping onto the training field, this was the first time Luo An had stood there. Standing before the militia and Levi.

Luo An was very clean; his tattered hemp clothes, washed until they were white, were much cleaner than those of the militiamen. However, after spending a long time in the stable, Luo An inevitably picked up the various mixed odors of the stable.

The militiamen covered their noses and backed away.

Unlike the militiamen who avoided him with disgust, Levi stepped forward; he was deeply impressed by the stable boy.

It wasn't just because of Luo An's striking black hair and his daily commitment to watching the militia training.

What truly caught Levi's attention was Roan's gaze—clean, yet filled with caution and aggression.

These kinds of people all have lofty goals, and temporary setbacks cannot suppress them.

Give them a sword and they'll know how to kill.

Just like Levi's when he was young.

As Levi sized up Roan, Roan was also sizing up the towering man.

"This person is so tall, and his breathing is so steady. Is this the power of breathing techniques?" Luo An thought to himself, and bowed to Levi first.

"Greetings, Sir Knight."

"Hello, little guy. What's your name?" Levi's impression of Roan was quite favorable.

"It depends on how long we've been practicing. I mean, from the first time you came to see it."

"My name is Luo An. I've been watching you since you started training, and today marks exactly two years," Luo An said honestly, there was nothing to hide.

"Oh, not bad." A look of approval flashed in Levi's eyes. In addition to the longing in his eyes, Roan also had the perseverance to keep going, knowing that between desire and attainment, one still needs to persist in doing so.

But besides perseverance, talent is also required.

"How's your breathing technique coming along? Have you mastered even a fraction of it? That is, the 10-second holding breathing technique?" Levi asked.

"This—" Luo An hesitated, unsure whether he should tell Levi the truth.

Levi's isn't a bad person; at least he hasn't driven Roan away in the past two years, but that doesn't mean Roan trusts Levi's.

"Sir Knight, I haven't learned much; I only know a little."

The militiamen immediately started whistling, and the bolder ones even laughed.

"Sir, you don't need to make things difficult for this stable boy. He can't even read, let alone learn breathing techniques. It took me months to memorize the incantations alone."

Levi snorted. As a Black Iron Knight and the instructor of those idiots, he knew that as long as Roan practiced seriously for two years, his basic breathing technique would definitely not be worse than those lazy fools.

Levi touched his chin, which was covered in a beard, and suddenly smiled.

"Little one, you heard what I just said."

"I've said it before, the best students here are qualified to be my entourage, and that includes you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the militiamen burst into a commotion.

"Sir Knight, what are you saying? Making a stable boy a squire... Are you saying he's the best among us?"

Reeves glared at Jallian, the militiaman who had spoken.

He is the top student and the proudest young man here. He can maintain a breathing technique for a full minute.

"Of course, I'll never go back on my word. Jerry, you step forward. You're almost there to learn the basic breathing technique, right? You're the best student, and the most arrogant. But I have to tell you..."

"You're only good at showing off in front of a bunch of idiots!"

Jalley walked out with his chest puffed out, standing two steps away from Roan.

"Sir Knight, please don't say that. I've been breathing at a basic pace for over a minute."

Levi smiled silently, then waved for the militiamen to bring over the two wooden swords, which he then tossed to Roan and Jallian respectively.

"Luo An, do you want to escape slavery? Do you want to sleep in a clean, warm bed? Your chance is right here."

"You don't need to defeat him. Just survive three rounds against him, and I will make an exception and allow you to join the militia training. The lord will also agree to have an outstanding young man guarding his castle."

"As long as you join the militia, you'll get bread and cheese every week. You'll also get clean bedding and clothes."

Levi didn't make things difficult for Roan; he only needed to dampen Jally's arrogance.

"Ha, three rounds!" Jalley picked up the wooden sword and lazily slung it over his shoulder.

"I could take down that shorty in one round."

Levi turned to Roan.

"Little one, what do you mean?"

Luo An took a deep breath, picked up the wooden sword from the ground, and stood five steps away from Jia Li. He made his stance clear through action.

"Ha!" Jalley couldn't help but laugh as he turned to the militia.

"Is there a funnier joke than a slave daring to challenge a bear?"

The difference in their physiques is indeed too great.

Compared to Roan, who was often hungry and emaciated, Jiali was tall and strong, his muscles, nourished by eggs and milk, were full of power, making his maid bulge.

Levi nodded in satisfaction.

In true battle, there are no evenly matched opponents. To draw one's sword against the strong is the true quality of a knight.

He was growing to like this stable boy more and more.

However, the size difference between the two was too great. Looking at that thin body, Levi suddenly felt a little regretful.

Even if Luo An's breathing technique could reach the same level as Jia Li's, the gap in physical fitness and knowledge would still be an insurmountable chasm.

Levi decided that if Roan persisted for three rounds, he would also find a way to get Roan to join the militia.

Unlike Levi, who admired Roan, Jalley felt Roan was wasting his time. He said impatiently.

"Hurry up and finish, I'm waiting for my meal."

Luo An gripped the wooden sword with both hands. The hilt was slippery and rough due to the mist, but it did not hinder its use.

A quick glance revealed that the system's breathing technique was already 99.9% complete, just a little short. It would be difficult to survive three rounds, but the chance was only once.

Roan pressed down on the hilt of his sword, aiming the tip at Jalli. This was a standard swordsmanship stance, combining offense and defense.

"Very good." Levi nodded secretly, his posture was perfect, and his steps were steady. For a stable boy who could only watch and not touch a sword, this was quite a talent.

"But... I'm still a little short of breathing."

Levi suddenly spoke up.

"Roan, keep breathing, feel the breath flowing through your body, but don't let it wander. This is the final step of the breathing technique."

Luo An immediately did as Levi's instructions, and suddenly he felt that his breathing was much smoother, and even the feeling of tightness in his chest disappeared.

This gave Luo An a boost of spirits.

He broke through the bottleneck.

At the same time, a golden light suddenly flashed before their eyes.

[Achievement complete. Learn basic breathing techniques.]

[Reward: White Attribute: Giant Slayer]

[Giant Slayer: After fighting humanoid opponents larger than yourself for a period of time, all stats are boosted.]

[Entry description: Recklessness is closer to courage than cowardice.]

At this time, he unexpectedly acquired such a powerful talent.

"Hey, little guy," Jalley yawned.

"Why did you stop, you lowly slave? Do you only know what fear is now? I'll allow you to go back to the stable and tremble in your horse's arms."

Luo An's eyes flickered, and he lowered his sword hilt.

Jiali laughed loudly, his laughter becoming even more unrestrained.