Lord: I can see loyalty.

But Vio still didn't rush to start.

He sat cross-legged in the center of the magic circle, closed his eyes, and began to practice his breathing technique again.

The air surged within him, circulating along familiar paths, over and over again. What he sought was not mere proficiency, but perfection.

Adjust every muscle and meridian in your body to its optimal state to prepare for the upcoming impact.

An hour later, he opened his eyes and took out a small leather pouch from his bosom.

It contained medicines and supplements prepared in advance by Valentine, as well as rare materials collected from various parts of the Southern Territory.

Deep-sea fish oil, dragon lizard fruit juice, powdered century-old herbs, and a dozen other things he couldn't name.

Without hesitation, he swallowed the ingredients one by one. Some were bitter, some were spicy, some were so sour that they made him frown, and some melted in his mouth, leaving a cool sensation.

The medicinal effects spread throughout his body, like countless tiny streams seeping into his meridians, muscles, and bones. He could feel his body absorbing this energy, every cell rejoicing.

The magic power within his body also became abundant, like a reservoir filled with water, waiting for the moment to be released.

"That's about it." Vio took a deep breath and looked at the four ingredients in front of him.

He picked up the dragon scale magic stone first.

The stone was only the size of a fist, its surface covered with fine, scaly patterns, and it gleamed with a dark golden light under the candlelight.

He gripped the stone tightly and began practicing breathing techniques, trying to absorb its energy.

A burning sensation began to spread from my palm, as if I were holding a piece of charcoal that had just been taken out of a fire.

Vio didn't let go; he just gritted his teeth and pushed his breathing technique to its limit. The airflow, carrying that scorching heat, spread upwards along the meridians of his arm, and wherever it passed, it felt as if flames were burning in his blood vessels.

He could feel his skin burning, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. The sweat slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the floor, making a sizzling sound.

The burning sensation intensified, spreading from my arms to my shoulders, from my shoulders to my chest, and finally throughout my entire body.

His body was trembling, his muscles were spasming, but he didn't utter a sound. He just gripped the stone tightly, slowly drawing out the energy from it.

"Next is..."

He gritted his teeth and grabbed the heart of the giant ice bear with his other hand.

The heart was as big as a fist, and ice shards remained on the dark red muscles. It was unclear whether these were left over from being transported from the North or were a characteristic of this monster's heart.

Vio didn't bother to process it, and stuffed it directly into his mouth, swallowing it raw. The meat was coarse, with a fishy smell and a chill, sliding down his throat into his stomach like a block of ice falling into his belly.

A chill instantly spread throughout my body.

The burning sensation was neutralized and became less unbearable. But Vio knew it wasn't enough.

Simply neutralizing the burning dragon breath wasn't enough to break through; he needed more magic power and more violent strength to push open that tightly closed door.

He reached out and picked up the snow eagle's feather, placing it in the recess of the newly built magic circle.

The moment the feather touched the magic circle, blue arcs of electricity burst forth from the feather, traveling along the patterns of the magic circle and making a sizzling sound.

Magic surged forth from the magic circle like a burst dam, flowing into Vio's body.

A sharp pain!

It wasn't burning, nor was it cold; it was a dense, stinging pain, like countless needles piercing the skin at the same time.

That was the power of lightning, rampaging through the meridians, tearing everything in its path apart, rebuilding it, and then tearing it apart again.

Vio's body trembled and his muscles spasmed, but he remained silent, clenching his teeth as he absorbed, compressed, and transformed the energy bit by bit.

He sensed that the door was gradually opening up.

It felt like a giant hammer was striking; each impact made the door shake slightly, but it remained firmly shut. He needed even more force.

Vio opened his eyes and looked at the last ingredient—the eyes of a giant deep-sea squid.

The eyeball glowed eerily in the glass bottle, the liquid inside still flowing, as if it were still alive. He opened the bottle and poured the eyeball into his mouth.

The liquid slid down his throat, carrying the salty smell of seawater and a kind of indescribable sweet-smelling taste. His eyeball burst in his mouth, and the liquid inside gushed out, drilling into his throat and flowing into his body like a living thing.

That force was different from heat, cold, and stinging; it was a profound, heavy, and oppressive feeling, like the deep sea.

Four forces intertwine, collide, and merge within Vio's body: heat, cold, lightning, and ocean. They contend with each other yet depend on each other, forming a storm within Vio's meridians.

Vio closed his eyes and pushed his breathing technique to its limit.

The airflow, carrying those forces, surged through the meridians, again and again. With each cycle, those forces were compressed and tamed, eventually transforming into his own power.

He felt the door shaking violently.

The view behind could already be seen through the crack in the door.

Right now.

The view behind could already be seen through the crack in the door.

Right now.

Vio suddenly opened his eyes, gathered all the power in his body, and rammed into the door!

boom!

A loud bang exploded inside him, his body jolted violently, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

But he didn't stop; he just gritted his teeth, gathered his strength again, and struck again.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Each impact widened the gap in the door, and each impact caused his body immense pain.

Cracks appeared on his skin, like a dried-up riverbed, from which black liquid seeped out—impurities being forced out of his body.

His bones were cracking, and his muscles were tearing, rebuilding, tearing again, and rebuilding again.

Finally, after what seemed like the umpteenth impact, the door burst open.

Light poured out from behind the door, illuminating every corner of his body.

The compressed power surged like a flood bursting its banks, flowing into new meridians and across new realms. His body was transforming; every cell cheered, and every muscle sang.

He felt his power surging, doubling, tripling, triple!

The feeling is indescribable; it's like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, like a phoenix rising from the ashes.

The power is still overflowing, spreading outwards uncontrollably.

The knight's aura automatically unfolded, and the shockwave struck the wall, where it was absorbed by the runes. However, the iron gate outside emitted a piercing groan, the frame warped, and the door panel bulged, almost being blown away by the force.

Finally, everything returned to calm.

Vio slowly opened his eyes.

Although the pain is still there, it seems I am still alive.

He looked down at his hands; the cracks on his skin had disappeared, replaced by a faint layer of magic.

He clenched his fist, feeling an unprecedented surge of power within his body.

He then stood up, stretched his limbs, and his bones made a crisp sound.

He walked to the door, pushed open the deformed iron door, and although he already knew what was going on, he still mentally accessed his own control panel.

【Features: Peak Advanced Basic Swordsmanship, Peak Advanced Dune Swordsmanship, Level 4 Sand Breathing Technique (Floating)】

Vio suddenly opened his eyes, gathered all the power in his body, and rammed into the door!

boom!

A loud bang exploded inside him, his body jolted violently, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

But he didn't stop; he just gritted his teeth, gathered his strength again, and struck again.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Each impact widened the gap in the door, and each impact caused his body immense pain.

Cracks appeared on his skin, like a dried-up riverbed, from which black liquid seeped out—impurities being forced out of his body.

His bones were cracking, and his muscles were tearing, rebuilding, tearing again, and rebuilding again.

Finally, after what seemed like the umpteenth impact, the door burst open.

Light poured out from behind the door, illuminating every corner of his body.

The compressed power surged like a flood bursting its banks, flowing into new meridians and across new realms. His body was transforming; every cell cheered, and every muscle sang.

He felt his power surging, doubling, tripling, triple!

The feeling is indescribable; it's like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, like a phoenix rising from the ashes.

The power is still overflowing, spreading outwards uncontrollably.

The knight's aura automatically unfolded, and the shockwave struck the wall, where it was absorbed by the runes. However, the iron gate outside emitted a piercing groan, the frame warped, and the door panel bulged, almost being blown away by the force.

Finally, everything returned to calm.

Vio slowly opened his eyes.

Although the pain is still there, it seems I am still alive.

He looked down at his hands; the cracks on his skin had disappeared, replaced by a faint layer of magic.

He clenched his fist, feeling an unprecedented surge of power within his body.

He then stood up, stretched his limbs, and his bones made a crisp sound.

He walked to the door, pushed open the deformed iron door, and although he already knew what was going on, he still mentally accessed his own control panel.

【Features: Peak Advanced Basic Swordsmanship, Peak Advanced Dune Swordsmanship, Level 4 Sand Breathing Technique (Floating)】

The view behind could already be seen through the crack in the door.

Right now.

Vio suddenly opened his eyes, gathered all the power in his body, and rammed into the door!

boom!

A loud bang exploded inside him, his body jolted violently, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

But he didn't stop; he just gritted his teeth, gathered his strength again, and struck again.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Each impact widened the gap in the door, and each impact caused his body immense pain.

Cracks appeared on his skin, like a dried-up riverbed, from which black liquid seeped out—impurities being forced out of his body.

His bones were cracking, and his muscles were tearing, rebuilding, tearing again, and rebuilding again.

Finally, after what seemed like the umpteenth impact, the door burst open.

Light poured out from behind the door, illuminating every corner of his body.

The compressed power surged like a flood bursting its banks, flowing into new meridians and across new realms. His body was transforming; every cell cheered, and every muscle sang.

He felt his power surging, doubling, tripling, triple!

The feeling is indescribable; it's like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, like a phoenix rising from the ashes.

The power is still overflowing, spreading outwards uncontrollably.

The knight's aura automatically unfolded, and the shockwave struck the wall, where it was absorbed by the runes. However, the iron gate outside emitted a piercing groan, the frame warped, and the door panel bulged, almost being blown away by the force.

Finally, everything returned to calm.

Vio slowly opened his eyes.

Although the pain is still there, it seems I am still alive.

He looked down at his hands; the cracks on his skin had disappeared, replaced by a faint layer of magic.

He clenched his fist, feeling an unprecedented surge of power within his body.

He then stood up, stretched his limbs, and his bones made a crisp sound.

He walked to the door, pushed open the deformed iron door, and although he already knew what was going on, he still mentally accessed his own control panel.

【Features: Peak Advanced Basic Swordsmanship, Peak Advanced Dune Swordsmanship, Level 4 Sand Breathing Technique (Floating)】

Right now.

Vio suddenly opened his eyes, gathered all the power in his body, and rammed into the door!

boom!

A loud bang exploded inside him, his body jolted violently, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

But he didn't stop; he just gritted his teeth, gathered his strength again, and struck again.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Each impact widened the gap in the door, and each impact caused his body immense pain.

Cracks appeared on his skin, like a dried-up riverbed, from which black liquid seeped out—impurities being forced out of his body.

His bones were cracking, and his muscles were tearing, rebuilding, tearing again, and rebuilding again.

Finally, after what seemed like the umpteenth impact, the door burst open.

Light poured out from behind the door, illuminating every corner of his body.

The compressed power surged like a flood bursting its banks, flowing into new meridians and across new realms. His body was transforming; every cell cheered, and every muscle sang.

He felt his power surging, doubling, tripling, triple!

The feeling is indescribable; it's like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, like a phoenix rising from the ashes.

The power is still overflowing, spreading outwards uncontrollably.

The knight's aura automatically unfolded, and the shockwave struck the wall, where it was absorbed by the runes. However, the iron gate outside emitted a piercing groan, the frame warped, and the door panel bulged, almost being blown away by the force.

Finally, everything returned to calm.

Vio slowly opened his eyes.

Although the pain is still there, it seems I am still alive.

He looked down at his hands; the cracks on his skin had disappeared, replaced by a faint layer of magic.

He clenched his fist, feeling an unprecedented surge of power within his body.

He then stood up, stretched his limbs, and his bones made a crisp sound.

He walked to the door, pushed open the deformed iron door, and although he already knew what was going on, he still mentally accessed his own control panel.

【Features: Peak Advanced Basic Swordsmanship, Peak Advanced Dune Swordsmanship, Level 4 Sand Breathing Technique (Floating)】

Vio suddenly opened his eyes, gathered all the power in his body, and rammed into the door!

boom!

A loud bang exploded inside him, his body jolted violently, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

But he didn't stop; he just gritted his teeth, gathered his strength again, and struck again.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Each impact widened the gap in the door, and each impact caused his body immense pain.

Cracks appeared on his skin, like a dried-up riverbed, from which black liquid seeped out—impurities being forced out of his body.

His bones were cracking, and his muscles were tearing, rebuilding, tearing again, and rebuilding again.

Finally, after what seemed like the umpteenth impact, the door burst open.

Light poured out from behind the door, illuminating every corner of his body.

The compressed power surged like a flood bursting its banks, flowing into new meridians and across new realms. His body was transforming; every cell cheered, and every muscle sang.

He felt his power surging, doubling, tripling, triple!

The feeling is indescribable; it's like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, like a phoenix rising from the ashes.

The power is still overflowing, spreading outwards uncontrollably.

The knight's aura automatically unfolded, and the shockwave struck the wall, where it was absorbed by the runes. However, the iron gate outside emitted a piercing groan, the frame warped, and the door panel bulged, almost being blown away by the force.

Finally, everything returned to calm.

Vio slowly opened his eyes.

Although the pain is still there, it seems I am still alive.

He looked down at his hands; the cracks on his skin had disappeared, replaced by a faint layer of magic.

He clenched his fist, feeling an unprecedented surge of power within his body.

He then stood up, stretched his limbs, and his bones made a crisp sound.

He walked to the door, pushed open the deformed iron door, and although he already knew what was going on, he still mentally accessed his own control panel.

【Features: Peak Advanced Basic Swordsmanship, Peak Advanced Dune Swordsmanship, Level 4 Sand Breathing Technique (Floating)】

Enjoy reading "Lord: I Can See Loyalty" and savor your reading time.

The view behind could already be seen through the crack in the door.

Right now.

Vio suddenly opened his eyes, gathered all the power in his body, and rammed into the door!

boom!

A loud bang exploded inside him, his body jolted violently, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

But he didn't stop; he just gritted his teeth, gathered his strength again, and struck again.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Each impact widened the gap in the door, and each impact caused his body immense pain.

Cracks appeared on his skin, like a dried-up riverbed, from which black liquid seeped out—impurities being forced out of his body.

His bones were cracking, and his muscles were tearing, rebuilding, tearing again, and rebuilding again.

Finally, after what seemed like the umpteenth impact, the door burst open.

Light poured out from behind the door, illuminating every corner of his body.

The compressed power surged like a flood bursting its banks, flowing into new meridians and across new realms. His body was transforming; every cell cheered, and every muscle sang.

He felt his power surging, doubling, tripling, triple!

The feeling is indescribable; it's like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, like a phoenix rising from the ashes.

The power is still overflowing, spreading outwards uncontrollably.

The knight's aura automatically unfolded, and the shockwave struck the wall, where it was absorbed by the runes. However, the iron gate outside emitted a piercing groan, the frame warped, and the door panel bulged, almost being blown away by the force.

Finally, everything returned to calm.

Vio slowly opened his eyes.

Although the pain is still there, it seems I am still alive.

He looked down at his hands; the cracks on his skin had disappeared, replaced by a faint layer of magic.

He clenched his fist, feeling an unprecedented surge of power within his body.

He then stood up, stretched his limbs, and his bones made a crisp sound.

He walked to the door, pushed open the deformed iron door, and although he already knew what was going on, he still mentally accessed his own control panel.

【Features: Peak Advanced Basic Swordsmanship, Peak Advanced Dune Swordsmanship, Level 4 Sand Breathing Technique (Floating)】

Vio suddenly opened his eyes, gathered all the power in his body, and rammed into the door!

boom!

A loud bang exploded inside him, his body jolted violently, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

But he didn't stop; he just gritted his teeth, gathered his strength again, and struck again.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Each impact widened the gap in the door, and each impact caused his body immense pain.

Cracks appeared on his skin, like a dried-up riverbed, from which black liquid seeped out—impurities being forced out of his body.

His bones were cracking, and his muscles were tearing, rebuilding, tearing again, and rebuilding again.

Finally, after what seemed like the umpteenth impact, the door burst open.

Light poured out from behind the door, illuminating every corner of his body.

The compressed power surged like a flood bursting its banks, flowing into new meridians and across new realms. His body was transforming; every cell cheered, and every muscle sang.

He felt his power surging, doubling, tripling, triple!

The feeling is indescribable; it's like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, like a phoenix rising from the ashes.

The power is still overflowing, spreading outwards uncontrollably.

The knight's aura automatically unfolded, and the shockwave struck the wall, where it was absorbed by the runes. However, the iron gate outside emitted a piercing groan, the frame warped, and the door panel bulged, almost being blown away by the force.

Finally, everything returned to calm.

Vio slowly opened his eyes.

Although the pain is still there, it seems I am still alive.

He looked down at his hands; the cracks on his skin had disappeared, replaced by a faint layer of magic.

He clenched his fist, feeling an unprecedented surge of power within his body.

He then stood up, stretched his limbs, and his bones made a crisp sound.

He walked to the door, pushed open the deformed iron door, and although he already knew what was going on, he still mentally accessed his own control panel.

【Features: Peak Advanced Basic Swordsmanship, Peak Advanced Dune Swordsmanship, Level 4 Sand Breathing Technique (Floating)】

Vio suddenly opened his eyes, gathered all the power in his body, and rammed into the door!

boom!

A loud bang exploded inside him, his body jolted violently, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

But he didn't stop; he just gritted his teeth, gathered his strength again, and struck again.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Each impact widened the gap in the door, and each impact caused his body immense pain.

Cracks appeared on his skin, like a dried-up riverbed, from which black liquid seeped out—impurities being forced out of his body.

His bones were cracking, and his muscles were tearing, rebuilding, tearing again, and rebuilding again.

Finally, after what seemed like the umpteenth impact, the door burst open.

Light poured out from behind the door, illuminating every corner of his body.

The compressed power surged like a flood bursting its banks, flowing into new meridians and across new realms. His body was transforming; every cell cheered, and every muscle sang.

He felt his power surging, doubling, tripling, triple!

The feeling is indescribable; it's like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, like a phoenix rising from the ashes.

The power is still overflowing, spreading outwards uncontrollably.

The knight's aura automatically unfolded, and the shockwave struck the wall, where it was absorbed by the runes. However, the iron gate outside emitted a piercing groan, the frame warped, and the door panel bulged, almost being blown away by the force.

Finally, everything returned to calm.

Vio slowly opened his eyes.

Although the pain is still there, it seems I am still alive.

He looked down at his hands; the cracks on his skin had disappeared, replaced by a faint layer of magic.

He clenched his fist, feeling an unprecedented surge of power within his body.

He then stood up, stretched his limbs, and his bones made a crisp sound.

He walked to the door, pushed open the deformed iron door, and although he already knew what was going on, he still mentally accessed his own control panel.

【Features: Peak Advanced Basic Swordsmanship, Peak Advanced Dune Swordsmanship, Level 4 Sand Breathing Technique (Floating)】

The view behind could already be seen through the crack in the door.

Right now.

Vio suddenly opened his eyes, gathered all the power in his body, and rammed into the door!

boom!

A loud bang exploded inside him, his body jolted violently, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

But he didn't stop; he just gritted his teeth, gathered his strength again, and struck again.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Each impact widened the gap in the door, and each impact caused his body immense pain.

Cracks appeared on his skin, like a dried-up riverbed, from which black liquid seeped out—impurities being forced out of his body.

His bones were cracking, and his muscles were tearing, rebuilding, tearing again, and rebuilding again.

Finally, after what seemed like the umpteenth impact, the door burst open.

Light poured out from behind the door, illuminating every corner of his body.

The compressed power surged like a flood bursting its banks, flowing into new meridians and across new realms. His body was transforming; every cell cheered, and every muscle sang.

He felt his power surging, doubling, tripling, triple!

The feeling is indescribable; it's like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, like a phoenix rising from the ashes.

The power is still overflowing, spreading outwards uncontrollably.

The knight's aura automatically unfolded, and the shockwave struck the wall, where it was absorbed by the runes. However, the iron gate outside emitted a piercing groan, the frame warped, and the door panel bulged, almost being blown away by the force.

Finally, everything returned to calm.

Vio slowly opened his eyes.

Although the pain is still there, it seems I am still alive.

He looked down at his hands; the cracks on his skin had disappeared, replaced by a faint layer of magic.

He clenched his fist, feeling an unprecedented surge of power within his body.

He then stood up, stretched his limbs, and his bones made a crisp sound.

He walked to the door, pushed open the deformed iron door, and although he already knew what was going on, he still mentally accessed his own control panel.

【Features: Peak Advanced Basic Swordsmanship, Peak Advanced Dune Swordsmanship, Level 4 Sand Breathing Technique (Floating)】