My talent panel can be increased.

Chapter 11 Specialized Training
Ye Mingqiu: Can you do me a favor?
Kazuya: Die!

Ye Mingqiu: Tang Ruobing, you don't want your mom to know you spent hundreds of thousands in the game, do you?
Kazuya: I’ve used it, and I’m immune!
Ye Mingqiu: Huh?
Yuki: Humph!

"Snapped!"

Ye Mingqiu slapped his forehead with one hand, let out a painful groan, and looked up at the ceiling.

He never expected that something like a handle could be rendered ineffective after being used only once. Hagibis, you bastard.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. Given her current background and assets, several hundred thousand isn't a huge amount. At most, she'd get a few scoldings from her mother. If she didn't have a strong sense of self-respect, threatening her with that might not have worked.

It shouldn't have been useful in the first place.

Ye Mingqiu added in his mind.

He wasn't stupid; he could figure things out for himself. For example, putting aside Tang Ruobing's seemingly hostile attitude, she was actually quite good to him. She replied to his messages instantly, provided him with improvement strategies, and even gave him some start-up capital.

Ugh!
I'll write it down in my little notebook first, and I'll definitely repay you in the future.

Ye Mingqiu: The head of the teaching department said you can help me quickly improve my skill level, please help me~
Yuki: No!

Ye Mingqiu: You printed my face on the target in your private training room, infringing on my portrait rights. I won't pursue the matter as long as you help me.

The person on the other end paused briefly, as if they were thinking about something.

Kiriame: Then sell me the right to use your image for 100,000. If you don't sell, I'll sue you. I have plenty of money and time to waste with you.

Ye Mingqiu: Only 100,000? Are you underestimating my stunning good looks?!
"Damn it, you're taking advantage of my misfortune, aren't you? The portrait rights for a Lord-level support character are worth more than 100,000, not to mention my three talents are guaranteed to be Hero-level. You're making a really good deal." Ye Mingqiu thought to himself.

Kazuya: .150,000.

Ye Mingqiu: No, no, this is my face, my image, that I'm selling. How can I sell something so important so easily!
Kazuya: 180,000.

Ye Mingqiu: Damn it, this involves my most important reputation!!
Kazuya: Two hundred thousand, sue me if you don’t accept it!
Ye Mingqiu: Deal!

Kazuya: Come see me in the afternoon.

Ye Mingqiu: Okay.

In the afternoon, in Tang Ruobing's private training room
Ye Mingqiu stood at the door, looking at the targets with his face imprinted on them, all smashed to pieces by magic, and couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

Not far away, Tang Ruobing, dressed in a deep blue robe, walked slowly towards them, her expression still as cold as ever.

“You are a mentalist, and among the weapons you can use, only the staff has direct attack power. The staff is a long weapon, so I suggest you just practice your long weapon proficiency briefly. After all, you won’t use it often in the future, so just level it up to level 1,” Tang Ruobing said.

"Understood." Ye Mingqiu nodded.

“My training method is very simple. Look, there’s a wooden stick over there. Pick it up. Okay, then stand in front of me. Come on, let’s practice properly.”

As he spoke, a malicious smile appeared on Tang Ruobing's face. He looked at Ye Mingqiu, who was sweating profusely, and said, "Don't worry, my training room is very soundproof. Even if you scream your lungs out, no one will hear you."

"!"

Ye Mingqiu's heart tightened. He always felt that Tang Ruobing's special skill was not cultivated in a proper way, but now that they were already on the wrong path, it was probably too late to run away.
"Crack!"

She locked the door. "Um, wait a minute, we're just upgrading our special skill level, we shouldn't need to lock the door, right?" Ye Mingqiu said, swallowing hard.

"One can truly understand things between life and death."

As Tang Ruobing spoke, she swung her staff and charged forward with overwhelming momentum, like a tiger descending a mountain, the sound of her staff cutting through the wind as loud as thunder.

What the hell!

Ye Mingqiu quickly dodged, and the staff landed with a loud "boom." The shockwave from the impact made Ye Mingqiu's feet go numb. It was hard to believe what would have happened if Tang Ruobing had hit him directly with that staff.

I'm going to die, right? I'm definitely going to die!
Tang Ruobing kept moving, wielding her staff and attacking relentlessly. Every move she made contained immense power, as powerful as a startled dragon.

Not only that, her attacks became faster and faster, getting closer and closer to Ye Mingqiu each time, as if she wanted to completely destroy him and give him no chance to survive.

What the hell!

Don't come any closer and bite me!
Ye Mingqiu screamed inwardly, his body moving at maximum power as he desperately tried to dodge the staff's attacks, not daring to even block them.

After all, Tang Ruobing is an ultimate powerhouse with a strength of 17 points, while he, even with the bonus from his abundant talent, only has a little over 3 points of strength. He simply cannot withstand it, and even dodging is extremely difficult. It is completely uncertain how long he can live.

Even so, Ye Mingqiu still discovered some good news: Tang Ruobing didn't seem to be good at using long weapons. She simply had high base stats and was just using them to chase after Ye Mingqiu and randomly slam him around.

Moreover, she wasn't using her full strength; at least her speed was reduced. Otherwise, Ye Mingqiu wouldn't have had the chance to dodge so many times.

"Don't be afraid, my healing skills are very advanced. As long as you have a breath left, I can save you," Tang Ruobing said after a brief pause.

"You even learned nursing skills?"

Ye Mingqiu was shocked.

"Hmph! Simple as can be."

Tang Ruobing answered with absolute confidence.

The mage class has a rather abnormal feature: as long as it can analyze a class's skills and reproduce them using its own existing elements and power, it can successfully deduce the corresponding attributes and abilities of the class.

Under suitable conditions, mages can also learn auxiliary healing skills. Moreover, if the skill is used through their own deduction, they don't even need to consume a new skill slot to accommodate the skill.

An hour later, Ye Mingqiu limped out of the training room, his eyes glazed over and his body trembling. Although he had no physical injuries, his heart was riddled with wounds.

During previous training sessions, he was accidentally hit by Tang Ruobing several times, causing him excruciating pain.

So uncomfortable!

Is this a shortcut to improving one's special skills?
Can I avoid taking shortcuts?

Despite his immense grief, Ye Mingqiu still gleaned many useful insights from Tang Ruobing's previous attacks. He could sense that his combat skills had significantly improved, though this wasn't reflected in his spiritual interface, so he couldn't discern the exact extent of the improvement.

Ye Mingqiu walked shakily for a long time, and finally encountered Chen Ran, who had just returned from the toilet, when he was nearing Class 9.

He looked at Ye Mingqiu and was visibly stunned for a moment before stepping forward and asking, "Holy crap, bro, what happened to you? What happened to you?"

(End of this chapter)