The next morning, there was another melodious piano piece, another ode dedicated to the Sun.
The handsome youth bathed in the sunlight, praying devoutly to the light.
Regarding this, everyone in the Peace Agency thought for a while and made a decision: they decided to buy a piano and place it downstairs at the Peace Agency.
That special piano, combined with the music sung by the Bard Luciel, brought courage while also providing a certain degree of restorative ability.
However, the mysterious world is not open to ordinary people; this is for their protection.
The Forbidden Domain are also content that should not be known by ordinary people.
The buffs granted by Luciel could be explained for a short time by the psychological effect of hearing such stirring music for the first time, but as time went on, someone sharp-minded would eventually notice something wrong.
Of course, as the person who proposed this idea, Hong Ying was definitely not doing it just so she could experience a visual impact of beauty every morning when she arrived at the base.
Si Xiaonan gave a thumbs up.
After the song ended, Luciel closed his eyes briefly.
Having seen it several times, the entire 136 Squad knew that the personality of Luciel who sang had returned.
Who would be next?
They were a bit expectant.
“Hello, you can call me Tower.
When The High Priestess returned, she had already shared the situation outside, and I happened to hear the content.
I am not opposed to joining the Nightwatcher, but I also have some requests that I hope you can agree to,” Luciel said to Captain Chen Muye.
“Sigh, go ahead and say it.” Captain Chen Muye felt a bit weary.
A new team member joining, and a Gods Agent at that—shouldn’t two happy things combined make it even happier?
Why did he have such a feeling of physical and mental exhaustion?
“Don’t worry.
Although I also like material enjoyment, I prefer to acquire knowledge from books.
The request I want to make is that I hope you can share a sufficient amount of knowledge with me.
In return, if I can gain anything from it, I will also share it with you,” Luciel said soothingly.
“That is possible, but after all, you are a temporary member of the Nightwatcher, so you must still participate in regular training.” “I don’t like training, but someone else does.
When it’s time for training, I will call him out.” “Let’s start now.
Let’s spar first so I can see your abilities.” “Sure, who am I sparring with, and what are we training?” “Do you know weapons or combat?” Luciel thought for a moment.
“I am not good at fighting, but if I call that guy out in a moment, he should be considered proficient in all weapons; he can handle blades, spears, swords, and halberds.” Captain Chen Muye raised an eyebrow.
“You certainly talk big.
How about this: I’ll find a team member to spar with you and test your skills.” Hearing this, Zhao Kongcheng, who happened to be passing by, had eyes that lit up.
“Old Zhao is just itching for a fight.
Kid, come and trade a few blows with me!
Let’s go, I’ll take you to the training ground!” As a combatant in the squad, Zhao Kongcheng did not rely on Forbidden Domain abilities—of course, the most important thing was that he hadn’t awakened yet.
However, this was not a problem; even without Forbidden Domain, Zhao Kongcheng could easily slash those Zhan Realm mysteries, purely relying on human martial arts.
Therefore, he was exceptionally excited after hearing what Luciel said.
But, “Uncle, you’re not young anymore.
What if I hurt you badly?
You should find someone younger.
Just that one, the one who looks like a college student.
This one looks tender, so he can handle getting a little hurt,” Luciel said, pointing at Wen Qimo on the side.
“Uncle?” “Me?
Me?” One sentence, stabbed two people in the heart.
Looking at the sincere face of Luciel, Zhao Kongcheng couldn’t find the words to explain.
Similarly, Wen Qimo swayed in front of a mirror, touching his own face, which he considered mature.
Was this face really that weak?
“Old Zhao, he’s judging you by your appearance and looking down on you!
Go give him a lesson!” Hong Ying added fuel to the fire, cheering from the side, which only made Old Zhao’s face turn red with indignation.
“Kid, today I insist on sparring with you.
Don’t worry, if you break me, it’s not your fault!” Luciel shrugged helplessly.
“Fine, fine.
But let’s set the rules first: that guy has a careless personality, and he doesn’t understand hints.
If you don’t say it clearly, he won’t understand.
If you really feel like you can’t hold on, you must loudly surrender.
He will absolutely not pursue a surrendered opponent.” “Who are you looking down on?
It’s hard to say who will be surrendering in a moment!” Zhao Kongcheng was quite unconvinced.
He, Old Zhao, had been in the Nightwatcher for many years, and his daily training had never been interrupted.
Over these years, his swordsmanship had reached the pinnacle; it was just that without Forbidden Domain, his physical stats and damage output couldn’t keep up.
Otherwise, he would be able to contend with Captain Chen Muye for the title of the 136 Squad’s top combatant.
“This is not a provocation, just a simple piece of advice.
Of course, whether you listen or not is up to you.
He has already responded, hoping that when I wake up again, you can get along amicably.” After speaking, Luciel’s expression changed abruptly.
His originally gentle temperament instantly became sharp.
He stretched his muscles, and the weariness in his eyes was swept away, replaced by excitement.
“Then, do you want to have a blood-pumping spar with me?
That’s great!
I’ve never been able to find someone who can fight with me.
What are the conditions for victory?
Weapons piercing the body, or the first to draw blood?
I haven’t introduced myself yet, right?
I am War—ah, no, it should be Strength.” Zhao Kongcheng looked at Luciel, whose temperament had suddenly changed, and briefly analyzed Luciel’s current stance.
It seemed to have many openings, but those openings could be compensated for with a casual movement of his hands.
“A normal spar, until one side can’t take it anymore and admits defeat.
Use wooden swords for weapons.” Zhao Kongcheng said as he led the way to the training ground.
Luciel followed along happily.
At the training ground, Zhao Kongcheng took a wooden sword from a rack on the side and turned to ask, “Kid, how do you want to compete?
Combat or weapons?” “Let’s do combat.
A Warrior cannot be timid!” Zhao Kongcheng put his sword on the weapon rack to the side, then walked into the training ground, and both of them assumed their stances.
The originally laughing and joking Luciel and the slightly speechless and annoyed Zhao Kongcheng instantly entered their states, their eyes locked tightly onto their opponents.
“It looks like the real deal,” Wen Qimo said happily.
Captain Chen Muye, Vice-Captain Wu Xiaonan, Wen Qimo, Hong Ying, Leng Xuan, and Si Xiaonan were all watching from the side.
After all, mysteries weren’t something you encountered every day; in fact, such incidents weren’t that common.
If there were 8 to 10 of them a year, that was already considered a lot.
Upon hearing that Luciel, this Gods Agent with a somewhat complex composition, was going to spar with Zhao Kongcheng, the idle squad members gathered around.
They were looking forward to the performance of this Gods Agent.
However, based on their experience with newcomers, apart from anticipation, there was more worry.
“Luciel’s head isn’t clear, so why is Uncle Zhao following along and making a scene?
Is it really okay for them to spar?” Si Xiaonan said worriedly.
“Luciel is even a minor; he hasn’t even finished high school.
How does anyone actually believe him when he says he knows how to fight?” As a doctor, Si Xiaonan felt that a schizophrenic person fighting a special forces soldier was bizarre, and she felt that the special forces soldier fighting a schizophrenic person was also bizarre.
“I didn’t believe it, but Old Zhao has a sense of proportion.
Moreover, when I spar with him personally, there are some things I can’t see clearly.
By watching once first and then sparring with him, I can roughly figure out Luciel’s current level.” Regarding this, Captain Chen Muye had his plans; he even had the leisure to put a cigarette in his mouth, but since it was a public place, he didn’t light it.
Since Captain Chen Muye had said so, the others naturally wouldn’t say anything more.
They just quietly watched the two people in the training ground, with only Si Xiaonan ready to use her Forbidden Domain to treat the wounded at any time.
No one gave the order, but the battle began with tacit understanding.
Zhao Kongcheng attacked first, throwing a swift straight punch at Luciel’s face.
Luciel dodged sideways calmly, while extending his arm to block Zhao Kongcheng’s arm, followed by a turn, attempting to throw Zhao Kongcheng with a back throw.
Zhao Kongcheng instantly felt a strange strength, which far exceeded his imagination.
But Zhao Kongcheng hadn’t been training in vain all these years; his reaction was extremely fast.
His elbow dropped and hit Luciel’s shoulder, while he used force from his waist to break free from Luciel’s control, simultaneously delivering a side kick directly to Luciel’s abdomen.
Luciel raised his leg to block the side kick.
Luciel was as solid as a rock; instead, Zhao Kongcheng, who had thrown the kick, was blocked and stumbled.
Taking advantage of this opening, Luciel delivered an unadorned uppercut that hit Zhao Kongcheng’s chin, a punch that nearly knocked out two of Old Zhao’s teeth.
Luciel might be very unfamiliar with fighting, but his stats made up for this point very well.
After all, in a world of mysteries full of mechanisms, the Warrior is a rare stat monster.
Zhao Kongcheng’s timing was excellent, and he knew quite a few styles—Muay Thai, Taekwondo, Tai Chi—shadows of these styles could be seen in Zhao Kongcheng’s hands.
A normal person would probably be covered in injuries after such a fight, but the person opposite him was not quite normal.
With superhuman strength, astonishing agility, and mastery of various combat techniques, Luciel was not quite used to his physical enhancement at the beginning, and he couldn’t skillfully use the extra knowledge in his head.
But in the constant collisions, his growth speed far exceeded imagination.
The two traded blows, fist to flesh, every attack carrying full force.
Zhao Kongcheng, relying on his rich combat experience and superb fighting skills, constantly looked for openings in Luciel; while Luciel dealt with it with flexible footwork and agile reactions, occasionally launching counterattacks.
The crowd watching from the side watched intently, especially Captain Chen Muye, who hadn’t held any expectations for Luciel from the beginning; he was so shocked that the cigarette in his mouth fell out.
Unexpectedly, Luciel, this youth who looked gentle and refined, was so ferocious when fighting.
As time progressed, Zhao Kongcheng gradually couldn’t hold him back anymore.
The ancients said, “One force overcomes ten techniques.” Zhao Kongcheng had trained for so many years, but in the end, he was still in the category of ordinary people.
The attribute bonuses an ordinary person could get from each exercise could not be exactly the same, not to mention that if an ordinary person stopped training, their stats might even decrease instead of increasing.
But Luciel, as a humanoid extraordinary being, did not have such worries.
As a Warrior, all mechanisms were dedicated to stats; his starting point was the peak of ordinary people, not to mention having mastery of all weapons and countless combat techniques.
The Warrior didn’t have so many role-playing rules; the Warrior was just meant to fight—to fight against the strong, to fight against troublesome opponents, to constantly hone his martial arts in battle, and to integrate what he knew in battle.
This battle allowed the Warrior’s potion to be digested.
Perhaps because Zhao Kongcheng himself was a slightly weaker troublesome opponent, after Luciel punched Zhao Kongcheng in the chest and sent him flying five meters away, the digestion of the potion was also gratifying.
And what were Zhao Kongcheng’s thoughts at this moment?
When he was a beat slow to block due to exhaustion, he had only one thought in his heart: “It’s over!” Bang!
With a muffled sound, the dumbfounded 136 Squad successfully saw Old Zhao fly into the air.
“Old Zhao!
Old Zhao!” Captain Chen Muye reacted the fastest.
In three steps, he arrived at Zhao Kongcheng’s side, immediately pulling open the clothes on Zhao Kongcheng’s chest to check how the injury was.
Sending someone flying five meters with one punch—he hoped it hadn’t damaged Old Zhao’s internal organs.