Saint Seiya Evil Skull

Aluberisi had just comprehended the sixth sense and felt a little bit high. A six-year-old with a strong sixth sense, even if it was only in the early stage, was a rare existence in history. At least it was unique in the history of the Aluberisi family. In other words, he became the first genius in the history of the family. Hahahaha... who else in the world could have it but me!

Just when Aluberisi was feeling complacent and arrogant, Jiegufuli next to him spoke up: "Not bad, just a little worse than I was back then."

Suddenly, Albelisi's eyes twitched, and he thought to himself, are you kidding me, are you as talented as me? You can die for praising me. I originally wanted to remove you from my little notebook because I saw you helped me understand the sixth sense, but it seems that there is no need to go. I will make another note of you. Don't think you are strong now, that's because you are older. Give me time, I will definitely catch up with you soon, even if you are immortal. But I know your weaknesses, don't give me the chance, otherwise I will definitely poke at your weaknesses. No, that's too far away. Since Xiluda has a good impression of me, I will go to Xiluda whenever I have time and report you. Let you know, a gentleman's revenge is never too late, but a villain's revenge is all day long.

Although he thought so, Arubelisi was still well aware of the strength of Jiegufulie. A good man would not suffer a loss in front of him. Now your usefulness has been exhausted, I will leave first. Then, he said to Jiegufulie: "Jiegufulie, thank you for your help. There is still soup waiting for me to drink at home. I will take my leave first."

However, the result was beyond Albelisi's expectations. Instead of letting him go as he had promised, Jagufried looked at him sternly and said, "Although your talent is second only to mine, your current strength is far from sufficient and requires continuous training. Considering you a rare talent in Asgard, I will personally train you starting tomorrow to strengthen your foundation. Every morning, you must wake up promptly at five to begin training."

Hearing this, Albelisi's heart sank, and he couldn't help but shout, "No! I want to go home!" Thinking of this, he quickly responded, "I can train on my own. Lord Jegufret, please don't bother me."

However, Jagufried retorted without hesitation, "How can that be? You must not squander your talent. To prevent your future from becoming mediocre, I must be responsible for you." Before he finished speaking, Jagufried reached out his right hand, easily grasped Albelisi by the back of his collar, and carried him like a chicken to a room in the Asgard, unceremoniously throwing him onto the bed. Then, with a thud, the door slammed shut.

"Fuck you!" Alubelich lay on the bed with lifeless eyes, thinking: This is how you arranged it for me, Jegufried, I will remember you.

The next morning, in the arena of Asgard, thunderous roars were heard from the sky.

"Damn it! Jegufried, could you please stop rushing me? I can hardly breathe!"

"Alberich, if you keep running and stopping like this, you won't be able to eat lunch! If you can't even last a long warm-up run, do you still want to become a God Warrior?"

"Ahhh...Jegufried, I feel like I'm going to faint from hunger. Let's eat first!"

"Hey, Alberich, can you be more courageous and stop being so timid like a woman? Jump down quickly. This cliff is not high, so it shouldn't be a big deal for you, right?"

"Wow, wow, wow...Jegufried, I'm so scared, my legs are weak, can you give me a parachute so I can fly down? Ah, why are you kicking me, Jegufried!"

"Damn it, Alberich, what's wrong with you? Haven't you already realized your sixth sense? What's this little difficulty? Quick! Use your physical strength to lift this stone in front of you."

"Wuwuwu...Jiegufuli, can you wait until I grow up before doing it? I'm afraid I won't be tall enough. Ah, you hit me again!"

"Damn it, Albelisi, did you get stupid after falling down yesterday? Where did your courage go? Come, use the punching pressure I taught you to break this boulder."

"Jegufried, I... my hand was injured yesterday. You'd better give me a hammer. Oh! Why do you look so grim? Why are your fists shaking? Is it Parkinson's? Ouch, it hurts."

"Arubelisi, you should go back to being a noble."

"Goodbye then. Remember to say hello to Queen Hilda for me." Albelisi said quickly, then turned around and ran away.

"You wish for it. Go back and train me."

Albelisi, who was caught by Jegufri, rubbed his butt and glared at Jegufri, but Jegufri ignored Albelisi's resentment and urged him to train quickly.

Arubelisi rubbed his head, feeling aggrieved and helpless. He felt like a student being bullied by a teacher, and Jegufried was the strict teacher.

He looked at the huge rock before him and sighed inwardly. If he did as Jegufried asked, wouldn't he be exhausted? And even if he could break the rock, what would be the point? Was this what they called spiritual practice?

Thinking of this, Albelisi couldn't help but complain to Jiegufulie, "Jiegufulie, this is too unfair to me, isn't it? I just want to find a more relaxed way."

However, Jagufried ruthlessly retorted, "Fair? There's no such thing as fairness in this world. Only the strong can survive, and there are no shortcuts to becoming strong. If you can't even overcome this little difficulty, then what qualifications do you have to be a warrior?"

People are forced to do things. More than half a year later, in the same training ground, a burly, tough-faced white man stood with his hands behind his back, and next to him stood a vigorous red-haired boy. He stood in front of a huge rock, took a half step back with his right foot, put his left hand in front and his right hand behind, calmed his mind, and suddenly hit the surface of the rock with his right fist. With a "bang", the rock turned into a pile of debris.

"Great, I succeeded. How about it, Jegufried?"

"It's just so-so. It's barely one thousandth, not one ten-thousandth, of my strength. This is only the speed of sound. Wait until you can punch at the speed of light."

"Jegfury, you can kill me if you praise me! And the speed-of-light punch! If I could do that by the time I was 7, even the god Odin would rush over to take me in as his disciple."

"Arubelisi, with your current strength, it's still too early. Just practice slowly from now on. I'm exhausted from teaching you for so long."

"You have nothing to teach me!"

"Stop talking nonsense and go back to your manor to enjoy yourself! Don't hang around in the fairy palace for no reason." After saying that, Jegufried turned around and left.

"Tsk, finally we can go back. Besides, if you say you don't want to wander around anymore, then what about Hilda and Freya? Humph! We'll see."

Although Jagufried had passed away, Albelice's astonishing talent still captivated him. Initially, Albelice's strange antics gave him considerable trouble. But with time and constant practice, Albelice's progress surpassed his expectations. Both his fighting skills and physical prowess had achieved a quantum leap. Now, beyond combat experience, Jagufried could no longer impart much to Albelice. After all, their individual Cosmos differed, leaving Albelice to his own quest for understanding.

Watching Jegufri's receding figure, Alubelisi's heart was filled with gratitude. Perhaps all that knowledge was recorded in detail in the family library, but to effectively apply it, a solid foundation must be laid. A towering building rises from the ground. Thanks to Jegufri's meticulous instruction over the past six months, Alubelisi was able to lay a solid foundation. Furthermore, when he later reviewed the various cultivation methods and insights from his family, he no longer had to scratch his head or quibble over the meaning.

"Jeguflie, let's slowly settle the score between you and me." Although he was very grateful to Jegufri, he still had to settle the score with him in the future for the harm he had done to him, the narrow-minded Alubelisi whispered in a voice that only he could hear.