A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

This person doesn't look like a local. He even... well, looks like he has Asian ancestry. Black hair and eyes, but his skin is quite fair. Much whiter than the farmers.

He had obviously lived in the village for some time and was familiar with the people around him. He greeted a few familiar villagers and then came towards Thomas.

"Thomas?" The man probably had heard what Giuliano said, so he recognized Thomas.

"It's me. You are..."

"My name is Constable," the man also only gave one name, "but here, everyone calls me Crow. Haha, you can call me that too."

"Well then, Mr. Crow..."

"Call me Crow, no need to add teacher," Crow said. "The reason everyone calls me that is because my predictions are very accurate." He smiled exaggeratedly. "When I predict bad news, I always get it right nine times out of ten, but when I predict good news, it never comes true! Haha!"

Thomas could only give a few awkward laughs.

This crow is quite sociable.

It's completely different from what I imagined.

Crow led the way, telling some jokes, and the two soon arrived in front of a farmhouse.

This farmhouse was relatively isolated, standing alone in the fields, about fifty meters away from its nearest neighbor.

The material and structure are very ordinary, but there are no pigs or sheep raised in farmhouses.

In front of the farmhouse, there is an empty lot with some weeds growing on it.

Crow paused. "Giuliano said you were a very talented student," he said suddenly. "How long have you been practicing?"

"Ah... two... two years!" Thomas replied.

He originally wanted to say a year and a half, but after thinking about it, he felt that it would be better to say more.

"Do you want to stay in the church forever? What do you want to do in the future?"

"I want to join the Knights." Thomas thought about it and decided to confess. After all, it was no big deal to say such thoughts out loud.

Who doesn’t have a dream yet?

Crow laughed. "What a great idea!" He suddenly stopped laughing. "I mean, if there's an opportunity right here, to participate in a war and win, you might be granted a knighthood. For example, a city like Cardan could become your territory. If there's such an opportunity... would you be willing to participate?"

Thomas' heart moved, but he became a little alert.

"I don't think I could win such a great reward by participating in the war," he said cautiously. "Without truly achieving crucial merit, such a reward would be impossible. And the risks involved in achieving such merit... are definitely not something a mere cultivator like me can bear."

"That's true." Crow nodded. "Not everyone has such ambitions."

Damn it, I have a damaged godhead!

Thomas complained inwardly.

Others may not be able to do it, but I really have the potential to protect the country. Once I become a protector of the country, how difficult will it be to obtain a fiefdom?

Why should I take such a risk at this point in time when I am still relatively weak?

When the time comes, as long as I am interested, someone will naturally come to me with a fiefdom!

Section 85 New Teaching 2

"Well, let's get down to business. Giuliano should have told you about the concept of 'elite'." Crow changed the subject.

"He said, ordinary people can't become elite. The standard of elite is to break through the enemy formation on the battlefield with one's own strength. And outside the battlefield, it is to have the ability to break through the siege alone."

"That's right," said the crow. He picked up a stick from the ground and threw it to Thomas, then picked up another stick.

The one in Thomas's hand was still a solid stick, while the second one that Crow picked up was just a branch.

"Giuliano's words are very true, but he didn't explain the most crucial point," said Crow. "That's why we can break through the enemy's encirclement."

"Why?" Thomas was also puzzled.

My level was not high enough before, so I had to keep my doubts to myself. But now, this opportunity to learn from you is really rare.

"Let me put it this way," the crow gestured for Thomas to swing his stick. "Imagine that right now, there are dozens or even hundreds of enemies emerging from the open, flat ground around you. They form a circle and slowly approach you... What do you think will happen?"

"I will find a gap and break through!" said Thomas.

"That's right. We must break out," the crow said, swinging a branch at Thomas. He wasn't fast, but somehow he seemed both difficult to dodge and difficult to parry. "Because, once the circle is small enough that five people can attack you simultaneously... do you think you can escape unscathed?"

“No,” Thomas replied.

Giuliano had said this before. If you really were in that state, even someone like Giuliano would only be able to drag a few people down with him. If you were lucky, you could drag a lot of people down with you. If you were unlucky, you could only drag one person down with you.

It should be noted that this does not include the Qi-raising Slash.

After all, magic is a bit unfair and is not within the scope of normal discussion.

"You judge, and then you choose the enemy's weakest point to break through," Crow said. He kept moving, forcing Thomas back step by step. "Usually, there's a very critical issue, which is that even if you find a weak point, you still have to defeat an enemy. So everything comes down to a simple judgment call."

"You need to defeat an average enemy in a very short time. Specifically, before their comrades can attack you," he said. "As a rule of thumb, if it's light infantry, it means they're moving very quickly, so you only have two to three seconds. If it's heavy armor, you can extend that to five seconds. After all, heavily armored enemies are slower."

"If you can do it, you are the elite. If you can't do it... well, you are still just the backbone." Crow stopped and said.

"Easy?"

"Simple?" Thomas really wanted to complain in his heart: Simple as hell!

It only takes two or three seconds to kill an enemy who is prepared, armed, armored, and facing you.

Moreover, this enemy is not a rookie, but an ordinary soldier who has received two or three years of military training and has certain practical experience.

By the way, your weapons and equipment must be the same - the other party may even have an advantage in weapons.

It's not impossible, but it requires luck. And it's very good luck.

For example, the opponent may miss a step at the last second before the battle, step into a rat hole and be distracted, or he may be weak-willed and intimidated by your vicious aura.

However, what Giuliano said was correct. If there was such an overwhelming difference in combat power, it would be impossible to surround and kill the elite troops by relying on numerical advantage.

When facing elite troops, ordinary soldiers can only gather together to protect themselves and not think about surrounding and killing the enemy.

On the battlefield, this level of combat power can indeed tear through the enemy's defenses head-on and has the ability to influence the outcome of the battle.

"What do you think?" The crow stopped and shook the branch in his hand and asked.

"It's impressive...but..." Thomas said.

Crow is more skilled than him, and perhaps because of the psychological advantage, he looks at ease.

"Wait a moment." Crow turned and went back into the farmhouse, took out two unsharpened long swords for training, and then threw one of them to Thomas.

Thomas took the sword, and the crow's attack was already coming. Thomas could only parry.

This heavy blow felt completely different.

What a great power!

This was Thomas's first feeling. When he had just blocked the attack, he had instinctively used a force-relieving technique, but was his arm still numb from the powerful shock?

Did the crow use some super-sophisticated "anti-unloading" technique?

No, Thomas realized immediately, it wasn't, it was strength... there was a difference in arm strength between the two sides.

Even if some of his strength was removed, the remaining strength was close to his limit.

Thomas knew that strength varied from person to person, and in most cases, it was determined by body shape or even skeleton.

As the saying goes, a person who weighs 100 kilograms is stronger than a person who weighs 50 kilograms.

But the crow in front of me...

In terms of body size, although the crow is slightly taller than Thomas, it can be seen that the crow weighs less than Thomas.

Since he started practicing martial arts, Thomas' height and weight have been increasing rapidly - after all, he is in adolescence, and exercise and nutrition will help his development.

But in this case, this arm strength... is it natural strength?

As if noticing Thomas's hesitation, the crow dropped the sword and motioned Thomas to do the same.

Then he threw a punch, too fast and too sudden, and Thomas instinctively raised his hand to block, trying to deflect it.

With a bang, the two men collided with each other.

Thomas took a step back, his arm aching, his body swaying, and he lost his balance.

What a powerful force!

Thomas looked at the opponent carefully. The punch was not a punch that was swung with full force after a long period of accumulation, but just an ordinary punch.

The crow was relentless and continued to hit with his fists.

It was a very direct attack, but the power was so great that each move had to be blocked with all one's strength to avoid being broken.

Crow was much stronger than him, and almost every move he made was a heavy blow.

Thomas estimated that the other person's strength was more than 30% greater than his own.

After seven or eight punches, Crow retreated.

"do you understand?"

"Is this...Is my strength not enough?" Thomas was a little depressed.

Crow sighed, handed the sword to Thomas again, and walked away, about twenty or thirty steps away.

"I will charge and strike your right shoulder with my sword. Yes, that's where the hem of your clothes is standing up. Remember, I will attack here, so be prepared to defend yourself."

After saying that, he rushed over.

Everything was normal at first, but then everything went wrong.

Because that speed is too fast.

The crow charged thirty steps. The first ten steps were a normal charge, a little faster than an average person, but still within the normal range. But in the last twenty steps, his speed increased rapidly.

It was so fast that Thomas had almost no time to react.

There was a dull thud, and Thomas stumbled back.

When he retreated to the fifth or sixth step, he could no longer maintain his balance and sat down on the ground.

The long sword in his hand had long been knocked away.

Section 86 New Teaching 3

In fact, if the opponent had not made it clear where he was going to attack, Thomas would have been hit for sure.

Even with a training sword, this blow is enough to break bones and tendons.

"Now, you should have a preliminary understanding of the power of the elite." Crow did not help Thomas, but picked up both swords.

The crow's education is very effective.

Although it only took a few minutes, he had fully demonstrated to Thomas the strength of an elite warrior.

In terms of strength, it was about 30% greater than the mid-level warrior. In terms of swordsmanship, it was slightly better than the mid-level warrior. And then there was that terrifying speed that had just burst out.

The speed is almost enough to leave an afterimage, which is no longer possible for humans.

Thomas rose slowly, considering it carefully.

Strength is easy to say. After all, even fighters of the same level will have differences in strength due to differences in body shape and weight.

Of course, there are advantages to having greater strength, but this advantage is not so great that it makes people despair.

As for swordsmanship... well, Thomas would rather believe that it's a psychological difference between the two sides.

He came here to study, so he psychologically elevated the other person and lowered himself. This way, he couldn't bring out his full potential.

In addition, there is actual combat experience. Thomas's experience is definitely not as good as his opponent's.

But then again, a normal duel is one thing, a fight to the death is another. You can't assume that the other person's swordsmanship is definitely better than yours.

But the last one has no solution.

If I hadn't been informed in advance, I would definitely not have been able to block the attack unless I was holding a shield.

If it were an ordinary warrior, even holding a shield would not be able to block this attack.

Because the small shield cannot cover the whole body, there will inevitably be gaps for attack.

If you insist on holding a large shield, then the elite can completely ignore you - he will not choose to break through you.

"Is this... the power of an elite?" Thomas thought back to the blow. The force and angle were manageable, but the speed was completely unstoppable.