A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

If he could demonstrate sufficient strength, it should be enough to quickly gain the attention of the Knights.

But there are so many mid-level warriors, all over the world. To be valued by the Knights, you must at least be at the elite level.

"Next, I need to find a way to understand the level of the elite troops." Thomas said to himself.

Chapter 83 Ending

Thomas had no idea how to break through to become an elite force.

Even Giuliano never gave him any explanation.

This is normal, as Giuliano himself is only at the mid-to-high level. He probably doesn't want to mislead Thomas.

Thomas couldn't imagine how one person could break through the siege of dozens or hundreds of people with his own strength.

No matter how well you practice sword skills or how fast you swing the sword, you can't withstand a large number of people!

Two fists cannot beat four hands, and a hero cannot stand against a large number of people. This is absolutely the truth in the era of cold weapons!

"Then, let's set a small goal first, and reach the high-end core level. Then consider breaking through to the elite level."

As for the magic net, you can put it aside for now.

A few days later, the city government announced that the female president of the mercenary union had been murdered outside the city.

The city government only conducted a brief investigation and then announced that it was a robbery and murder.

Officials and personnel at all levels were busy seizing the property of the Mercenary Union, and no one was really investigating the case.

Anyway, in this era, robbery is never news.

Who wouldn't be accompanied by a team of bodyguards when a true noble or wealthy businessman goes out? Going out alone in a car is courting death.

More than half a month later, the case was finally closed.

The murderer was a homeless man passing by. He used to be a mercenary, but now he has become a vagrant.

Seeing a lone woman riding in a carriage in the suburbs, who looked very wealthy, he had evil thoughts. Taking advantage of the brief moment when the carriage stopped, he attacked and killed the woman and the driver.

Soon the tramp was hanged in the city square and his body remained hanging for three days.

Everything is settled.

As for the stolen personal belongings, of course they had already been squandered by the homeless.

Thomas was worried that he or Giuliano would be suspected, but no one came to him until the case was closed.

Everything was just muddled along.

Time flies by.

That afternoon, Thomas practiced swordplay alone in the drill ground.

Now he is rich and powerful, and he applies potions every day.

When applying it, it is not like in the past, where you just apply a small amount of potion on the necessary places - instead, you apply it to all the places that need to be applied.

A standard potion jar required two florins for each mixing of ingredients, but it was only enough for him to use for twenty days.

Of course it doesn’t matter now, I have money!

No one else came to the training ground, so he always used it alone.

The other knights, including Yang, were surprised at Thomas's persistence. Of course, although they were surprised, they refused to come and practice hard.

Thomas took off his clothes and was left wearing only a pair of shorts.

He had covered his entire body in the potion.

The power of the medicine continued to seep into his body, and then he picked up the sword and began to focus his attention on the damaged godhead.

Now that the goal has been determined, if you want to be promoted to elite, you must improve the parts that can be improved as quickly as possible.

Thomas began to imagine Giuliano's swordsmanship, while pouring balls of divine power into his body.

This time, he prepared seventeen groups of divine power.

The higher the skill level, the harder it is to practice. The same principle applies to Thomas using the damaged godhead to open the plug-in, and the divine power consumed will increase.

After consuming five balls of divine power in one breath, the effect came out.

The potion applied all over his body was indeed effective. A large number of memories and insights from his sword training flooded into his mind, but his body didn't seem to have changed much.

All I can say is that some of my limbs feel slightly numb and swollen.

This should be approaching the bottleneck.

Humans have limits. Some of these limits can be broken, but others are the limits of physics, the very limits of the human body itself. These limits cannot be broken.

But even those limits that can be broken through are extremely difficult to break through.

It can't even be accumulated through time and hard work.

The five groups of divine power are just approaching the bottleneck, and they consume much more than the last time.

Without hesitation, he injected five more balls of divine power into his body in one breath.

A flood of practice memories continued to flood into my mind.

Thomas' body swayed slightly, and the swelling and pain in his muscles returned. However, this time, with the help of the potion, he had more time to observe his body and found that his muscle mass had not changed much, but his overall muscles seemed to have become more symmetrical.

It is still stuck at a bottleneck stage and has not made any breakthrough. It can only be said that it has been polished to perfection, but it has not undergone any qualitative change.

Feeling the slow progress of his body's strengthening, Thomas gritted his teeth and continued to pour in five more balls of divine power.

This time, there was a sudden tinnitus in his ears, and his limbs instantly became weak and powerless. Countless memories of sword practice emerged in his mind, as if he had practiced sword to the point of obsession and even harming himself.

What was going on? Thomas didn't understand, but that didn't stop him from injecting the last two balls of divine power.

His weakened body suddenly regained its vitality. Thomas suddenly understood a lot...

Originally, he only knew how to wield the sword when he was in good condition, but now he suddenly understood how to wield the sword when he was weak.

So this is the limit of the core...

He understood the art of wielding the sword in various states. Whether blind, deaf, injured, tired, or sleepy, he could still control the sword. No matter what state he was in, he could still exert a certain level of combat power.

The sword seems to have its own consciousness, because your instinctive intuition becomes strong, so strong that it is almost precognitive.

Thomas stopped and checked himself, finding that the potion he had applied to his body seemed to have been absorbed by his skin. His body was now covered in sweat, yet where was the smell of potion?

Or has too much time passed without you noticing?

He calmed himself down, put down his sword, took a shower and changed his clothes.

Slowly savor and digest the memories you have gained.

This is the strength of Giuliano.

If we were to measure purely by combat power, the difference between me and my previous self wasn't that big. I was probably just a level higher.

It would take thirty to fifty rounds to gain an advantage over your previous self and win completely, so it would probably be difficult even after a hundred rounds.

But the difficulty of crossing this line is close to the sum of all the divine power he had consumed before.

It's really hard.

The human body has its own inherent theoretical limits.

You can get infinitely close to it, but you can never truly reach the theoretical limit.

Different people have different limits. Some people have practiced sprinting all their lives, but can only run 100 meters in 13 seconds.

This is why talent should be considered in everything you do, as talent determines the upper limit of what you can achieve.

Giuliano, or Thomas' current state, is approaching this limit and cannot be improved any further.

But Thomas knew that this limit existed in his previous life, but not in this world.

Because the core is not the limit of warriors - those above this are called elites.

Above the elite, there is also the protection of the country.

One against a thousand, one man can defeat an entire army.

That's completely beyond the comprehension of ordinary people, at least not for biologists.

However, protecting the country is too far away, and Thomas is only concerned about the issue of elite troops now.

Section 84 New Teaching 1

This was Thomas' first time in the north of Cardan City.

I knew before that there was a mercenary guild in this city, so a large number of mercenaries would gather here whenever there was something going on.

The gathering place of mercenaries is in the north of the city.

Even a fool can guess that the level of public security in this place is not very good.

Of course, this also led to the opening of many taverns, brothels, and casinos targeting mercenaries, which did make a lot of money. However, this kind of business was not something that everyone could do.

If you are not a strong dragon, don’t even think about crossing this river.

From a certain perspective, this might be the reason why the Cardan City Church needs additional security forces.

Anyway, Thomas had never thought about going to the north of the city before.

But he had to come over now because the coach that Giuliano introduced was here.

An elite warrior.

To prevent any accidents, Thomas armed himself fully.

He already had a weapon: the longsword he'd acquired earlier. It was an absolutely exquisite piece. Even a noble wouldn't look out of place carrying it.

But the armor... well, what he wears on daily duty now is the public armor provided by the church.

This kind of armor cannot be worn outside, otherwise it will expose the identity of one's church.

Thomas had always wanted to buy a set of armor of his own, and now this goal had been achieved.

In the past, Thomas's goal was simply to find a suit of armor with a good value for money. But now... he had already bought himself a set of high-quality armor, a set of silver-glowing chain mail.

What you see in the blacksmith shop are not the blacksmith shop’s own works, but resale works.

The origin is unknown, but it is really a good set of armor.

When necessary, you can wear it inside to protect your torso.

This kind of armor is not enough on the battlefield, but in daily life, this armor is the best choice.

The price for such a suit of armor was quite high. A full three hundred florins.

Ordinary mercenaries, even mercenary captains, can only watch.

All I can say is that if you have money you can do whatever you want.

Thomas felt more at ease with such weapons and armor. Even if he went to the northern suburbs, at least he wouldn't encounter any problems during the day.

There are also several villages in the northern suburbs of the city.

The coach introduced by Giuliano lives in a village.

As for why an elite could live among a group of villagers (instead of mixing with a group of mercenaries)... at least Thomas understood it when he saw him.

This person doesn't look like a warrior at all!

When Thomas first met Giuliano, he felt that he was very imposing. Giuliano was strong, muscular, with a black beard, scorching eyes, and a murderous aura emanating from his body, like a tiger.

This man, though tall, was rather lanky and not overly strong. He was unarmed, not even a dagger. Furthermore, he had a kind and amiable face, like the small vendors outside Cardan City who provided snacks and food to passersby and merchants.

But there was something very subtle about him that attracted Thomas's attention like a magnetic field.

When Thomas saw him, the man was shopping in a small shop at the entrance of the village.

There were actually more than one person in the store, about five or six people, including villagers and passers-by.

But Thomas recognized the man immediately.

Reason told Thomas that there was nothing suspicious about this person, but instinct made him stare at the other person.

It was a self-contradictory feeling. In fact, when that person looked at him, Thomas felt goose bumps on his skin.

It's like being blown by a cold winter wind.