The player is playing like a god, but their cheat code is Aatrox.

Fifteen minutes have passed.

Sweat slid down Cang Yu's forehead, along the curve of his cheek to his chin, condensed into a glistening droplet, dangled there for a moment, and then fell silently.

A small, dark dot appeared on the lawn.

Ah-Zhui, watching from the side, felt a pang of heartache.

But she knew that this was Cang Yu's own request.

She knew that this was for his own good.

Cang Yu's arms began to tremble violently.

It was no longer the subtle tremor that could be suppressed by willpower, but rather the entire biceps and deltoid muscles were spasming uncontrollably.

The tip of the sword finally began to sink, little by little, as if it were being slowly bent by some unseen weight.

But he still couldn't let go.

Yan looked at him.

Watching his fingers turn white from excessive force, watching the muscles in the back of his neck taut like a fully drawn string, watching his knees tremble slightly...

It turned out that his legs were starting to give way.

But he still stood there, still holding the sword, still pointing the tip of the wooden sword in a direction that was already crooked and distorted.

twenty minutes.

Cang Yu finally couldn't hold on any longer. The sword slipped from his hand and fell to the ground, and he collapsed forward uncontrollably.

Ah-Zhui suddenly stood up, trying to catch him.

But someone was faster than her.

Yan caught Cang Yu steadily. The playfulness in her eyes had faded, replaced by an indescribable emotion.

"Alright, kid. You're pretty determined."

A smile forced onto Cang Yu's pale face:

"Ah, that's right."

Yan looked at him, seeing him stubbornly insisting on talking even though he could barely stand.

She twitched her lips as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she just helped him steady himself and let him sit on the steps.

"Ten-minute break. We'll continue in a bit."

"From now on, you will do this every morning until you can truly hold the sword firmly in your hand."

Cang Yu didn't say anything, he just nodded.

Ah-Zhui quickly stepped forward and used a towel to wipe the sweat off his body. Yan watched quietly from the side.

Yet, I was deeply shocked.

At eight years old, he held on for twenty minutes.

And this kid's will is truly unwavering.

Even when their whole body aches to the extreme, they refuse to give up.

I'd rather endure the pain than let my movements deviate even slightly or slack off.

Even she herself didn't notice that Cang Yu's image had begun to subtly change in her mind.

Ten minutes later, Yan asked Cangyu to continue building the foundation.

To master swordsmanship, a solid foundation is essential.

A towering building rises from the ground; without a solid foundation, it is nothing but a castle in the air.

Cang Yu didn't say much, but silently followed Yan's instructions, repeating those most tedious movements over and over again.

For the next month, Cang Yu would lay the foundation in the morning and summon Aatrox in the afternoon.

While bantering, they also felt the subtle changes in their bodies as they were immersed in the power of ascension.

Perhaps because he had been trapped in the sword for too long, and it was rare for someone to talk to him, even if two out of three sentences were insults, Cang Yu could still sense it.

Aatrox's attitude is indeed somewhat different from what it was at the beginning.

Starting in the second month, Cang Yu had a solid foundation and officially began learning swordsmanship.

Yan had to admit that this little brat's perseverance and talent had exceeded her expectations.

She originally thought the child would give up in a few days at most.

But watching this eight-year-old child persevere day after day...

Yan realized that she had underestimated him.

Ah-Zhui, on the other hand, tried every possible way to cook delicious food for Cang Yu.

And so, another two months passed.

The yard is still the same yard, and the lawn is still the same lawn.

The season has simply changed from early autumn to late autumn, and most of the leaves on the ginkgo tree by the courtyard wall have turned yellow.

When the wind blows, the golden leaves fall softly to the ground, forming a thin layer.

Two figures stood in the courtyard, each holding a wooden sword.

Another leaf was blown away.

Almost the instant the leaf detached from the branch, the two took a step at the same time and rushed towards each other.

Bang!

The sound of wooden swords clashing exploded outwards. This was followed by increasingly rapid and frequent collisions, crisp and dense, like autumn rain tapping on a windowpane.

Cang Yu's wooden sword slashed upwards from a tricky angle, aiming straight for Yan's ribs.

Yan stepped aside, and with a slight twist of his wrist, the wooden sword pressed down on his blade and pulled him downwards.

Cang Yu's sword momentum was deflected by half an inch.

But he wasn't immediately disarmed by this attack like he had a month ago.

Using the force of the pressure, he spun around, his wooden sword circling halfway along the back of Yan's sword, before slashing at the back of her knee.

Yan lightly leaped half a foot into the air, letting the sword sweep across her feet.

"Not bad, you've made great progress."

Yan smiled, her eyes showing relief, surprise, and a hint of complexity.

"Heh, it's not over yet."

Cang Yu launched another attack.

The wooden sword seemed to come alive in his hands.

It was no longer the rigid thrusting, slashing, and diagonal strikes of a month ago, but rather a series of connected sword moves with their own rhythm.

One sword was thrust out, and before Yan could parry, the second sword was already poised to strike.

The second sword was deflected, but the third sword came in from another angle.

The sword strikes were continuous, like ginkgo leaves falling in the autumn wind, one after another, giving the opponent no chance to breathe.

Yan started to struggle to keep up with Cang Yu's movements.

Of course, this was the result of her deliberately suppressing herself.

Otherwise, with the power of a third-generation angel, her first sword strike would have been enough to send Cang Yu flying.

Her brows twitched slightly, and the complexity in her eyes deepened.

Three months.

From a little kid who couldn't even hold a sword properly, to now whose swordsmanship is no weaker than his suppressed self.

This rate of progress is simply phenomenal.

Even if you search through all the training records of all the Angel recruits in history, no one can compare to him.

Moreover, all the Angel recruits possess super genes.

Even if it's only one generation, it's still a super soldier.

But Yan knew all too well that this little brat in front of her didn't have super genes.

Yan was momentarily distracted.

Cang Yu's eyes lit up.

Although he didn't know why Yan was distracted during practice, he wouldn't let this opportunity pass.

He channeled all his strength into a single sword strike and swung it out fiercely.

Yan snapped back to reality instantly.

not good!

But it was too late.

The timing and angle of that sword strike were perfect; she couldn't parry it.

Lost.

These two words suddenly popped into Yan's mind.

I, the Holy Left Guardian, an angel over seven thousand years old

Lost to an eight-year-old kid?

The thought of my sisters finding out about this...

No, absolutely not!

In his haste, Yan completely forgot about suppressing his power.

He swung his sword with a backhand motion, using almost 60% of his strength.

The moment the two swords clashed, Cang Yu's expression froze.

"Holy crap—Yan, you little wench, you have no sportsmanship!"

Then he flew away.

Yan, who had been left standing there, finally realized what was happening, her face full of embarrassment and guilt.

Ah Zhui, who was watching the scene unfold, reacted quickly and flew over immediately, catching Cang Yu in mid-air just as he was about to fly over the courtyard wall.

(I'll update later, it's the weekend, and I need to try my luck with the Gold Label and play some challenge matches, hehe~)