Iya Continent: Card God

After the incident with the cliff cub, Linta gave up his plan to accept quests from the Adventurers' Guild.

It's just a way to make money, it's not like there aren't any. At worst, it'll just take a little more effort, and it'll be good practice too. So, Linta began his solo hunts, seeking out powerful magical beasts to fight in the unexplored forests. The materials he obtained from killing them could be auctioned off at the auction house. The only downside was the lack of commission fees. But Linta didn't care about the amount. What he truly cared about was the control of magical power and the physical training he gained from hunting magical beasts.

Now, I will be focusing on physical training for a long time. I will only stop when I feel that I have reached my physical limit.

However, Linta found the physical training increasingly difficult. Initially, it was simply the training methods of the dwarves, strengthening muscles and improving endurance and stamina. Now, it involved washing his body with waterfalls to fortify his physique and engaging in hand-to-hand combat with magical beasts to enhance his defense. At this point, Linta felt it was pure torture, a torment of both body and mind.

As for what the next stage of physical training will be after this stage ends, Linta cannot imagine it at the moment and has no plan.

But I will try my best to become stronger, and do everything in my power to become stronger!

……

"Aww!" "Haa!"

"Oh!"

In the mountains and forests, a surprising scene is unfolding.

A young man with no equipment is fighting against a triangular wild boar.

The triangular boar, possessing the strength of a high-level Bronze-rank beast, was incredibly powerful; its rampage was strong enough to topple giant trees. And now, the young man, Linta, completely unarmed and unprotected, was using his bare body to withstand the impact.

"Haa!" "Bang!"

Linta's figure appeared thin and frail compared to the triangular wild boar.

However, the power it contained exceeded its opponent's expectations. Despite its "weak" body, it managed to go toe-to-toe with the robust body of the triangular wild boar.

"Come again!"

Linta, who had been knocked down, got up again and charged at the other party without hesitation.

"Ow!"

The enraged triangular wild boar stomped its hind hooves on the ground and charged toward Linta like a chariot.

"Oh!"

Another clash, but this time, Linta comes out on top.

Linta, like an iron ball, charged forward with such force that he knocked the triangular wild boar down, sending its entire body flying dozens of steps across the muddy ground.

"Drink... Haha!"

Linta, covered in mud and looking disheveled, panted for breath but wore a smug and joyful smile.

Although I have many injuries, I feel no pain at this moment.

"Ow!"

The triangular boar angrily got up, glaring fiercely at the human man, seemingly unable to accept its physical defeat.

With a roar, Li Jiao charged towards Linta, intending to pierce him.

Linta's lips curled up. "Can't take a bet, huh? Fine, I'm not playing anymore."

Linta raised his arm and assumed a fighting stance, his right hand clenched into a fist, magic surging and gathering on his fist.

At this moment, the atmosphere around Linta changed slightly, showing signs of battle.

As the triangular wild boar approached, Linta raised his back leg and threw a straight punch, unleashing his fist's power.

"Fist of the Battlefield!"

"boom!"

With a resounding thud, a punch landed on the triangular boar's head and face. The magically imbued fist sank deep into the boar's flesh, and "crack!" The sound of bones breaking was drowned out by its agonizing screams.

"Aww...!" "Bang!"

His robust body collapsed with a crash, his limbs twitching, barely clinging to life.

"call--!"

Linta lowered his arm and loosened his grip, feeling completely relaxed and at ease.

Satisfied. He was very satisfied with the execution of "Battlefield Fist". He had almost unleashed all the power that a Bronze-level fighter could produce.

However, Linta had one question.

This skill isn't as powerful as rumored. It's rumored to be a skill taught by a king-level expert. But its actual power and lethality are only bronze-level. In other words, a bronze-level skill used to its fullest potential by a bronze-level user is different from a silver-level skill used to its fullest potential by a bronze-level user. The skill's power and technique are also different. A silver-level skill is definitely more skillful and more dangerous.

Linta felt that "Fist of the Battlefield" was just a bronze-level move.

However, Linta didn't care anymore. He was just grumbling. He didn't really think he could learn any kingly skills. These techniques, which were passed down throughout the continent of Iya and everyone had the opportunity to learn them, were bound to be problematic—incomplete, superficial, or completely unrelated to the God of War.

"Just die..."

Linta regained his senses and looked at the motionless triangular wild boar.

Since he had shattered its skull with a single punch, and the bone had pierced its brain, it was certain to die.

"I heard that your most valuable material is this pigskin."

Linta took out a knife, scraped off the skin of the triangular wild boar, and took the most delicious part of the meat.

Of course, the disheveled Linta didn't return to the city immediately, nor did he want to return covered in blood and gore. Instead, he went to his secret waterfall first.

The pig skin was washed with water from the waterfall pool, and the pork was placed aside to be slowly roasted over a low flame.

He took off his shirt and continued his meditation under the waterfall.

The cascading torrent of white water completely engulfed Linta, who stood motionless beneath the impact, unmoved. His body, still recovering from the previous battle, was struck again.

Pushing the limits, constantly pushing the body to its limits, is the only way to continue strengthening it. This is a principle that Linta himself has come to understand.

There's no grand theory to building a strong physique; it's simply the most painful and repetitive method—repeated and repeated until one day, the feeling of difficulty disappears.

Linta went from being unaccustomed to such a life to gradually getting used to it.

At first, I felt unwell under the waterfall, wishing it would end quickly and that today would be over. But now, I can concentrate and think without any distractions.

What is Linta thinking? She's thinking about everything.

For example, right now, I'm thinking about how long I've been in this world.

It's been so long, it feels like almost a year.

A year has passed so quickly.

Linta was deeply moved. From being frail and weak when he first transmigrated, to now being strong and capable of fighting against powerful magical beasts, he certainly wouldn't have dared to think this way a year ago.

However, I also feel ashamed. Becoming stronger is just too difficult. The more I understand this world, the more I train and cultivate, the weaker I feel.

The continent of Iya is teeming with powerful individuals and teeming with all sorts of strange and wondrous creatures beyond imagination.

When will I be able to leave Sandel City in peace and see the outside world? What if I encounter some monster and die inexplicably as soon as I leave?

How far can I go on my path to becoming stronger? Will I be stuck at Bronze level forever?

No! Absolutely not!

"Thump!" "Bang!"

A magical force suddenly gathered and erupted, causing the cascading waterfall to surge and explode, splashing white spray.

Amidst the cascading waterfall, the Linta Tower, its grandeur shifting with each passing moment, slowly emerges.

breakthrough!

Bronze High-Tier Breakthrough to Silver Low-Tier!