While explaining, Noah also expressed his confusion. His foster father’s sudden attention couldn’t possibly be just a passing interest; it seed like he planned to teach him.
But why would he learn human combat techniques?
"Is it really useless?"
Facing Noah’s inquiry, Casius didn’t get angry, but instead asked back,
"Haven’t you already successfully integrated and absorbed them? You’ve even turned them into your instinctive actions. That’s the wonder and magic of the technique.
Do you think the techniques used by humanoid creatures are the sa? No, they’re completely different. Can dwarves and humans use the sa techniques? Can giants use human techniques?
The forr is impossible, and the latter is unusable. Just like you said, giants mastering human techniques is aningless.
But are such techniques useless to them? Certainly not. They can extract the essence and evolve it into the combat skills they need.
The essence of techniques lies in variation, adapting to different battlefield demands, physical states, weapon types, and strengths, constantly changing. That’s what techniques are.
You think learning human techniques is useless to you. That only shows you don’t understand techniques. You haven’t learned enough. Once you truly master enough combat skills, you can use that as a foundation to create your own Dragon Techniques."
"Dragon Techniques?"
His foster father’s words had reached this point, and finding an excuse to refuse would be ungrateful.
Noah was never an ungrateful dragon. Moreover, his foster father’s words indeed moved him.
Among the Six Extre Intents, the most difficult to master were the Skill’s Extre Intent and the Magic Extre Intent. Previously, he only wanted to master the Magic Extre Intent. As for the Skill’s Extre Intent, he had no plans and intended to ignore and abandon it.
Now, the path of Skill’s Extre Intent also lay before him. Although he was systematically flipping through the Magic Book, there was still a long way to truly master it.
Confronting the sixth path, knowing the process of mastering it would be particularly tough, refusing was impossible. Not to ntion that he was now sowhat interested, just seeing his foster father’s appearance, it was clear he wasn’t going to let him off.
Eventually, Noah perford the Transformation Technique, though it wasn’t the human transformation, but the Humanoid Transformation. Noah chose a humanoid form that could wield human weapons, retaining quite a few dragon features.
Because, those horns were so cool, he had to keep them. His dragon wings were so beautiful, they couldn’t just disappear. The dragon scales were very majestic, transforming into armor. The dragon tail had to be kept, walking with a fierce presence.
So, when Noah’s self-designed Transformation Technique ended, what appeared on the spot was a small dragon giant over two ters tall, with dragon horns on his head, clad in dragon scale armor, with dazzling dragon wings extending behind him, and a winding dragon tail swaying.
"..."
Seeing Noah’s little rebellious behavior, Casius had no comnt. After all, the reason he coaxed this dragon to learn techniques from him was to establish his own Dragon Battle Skill.
As for the various discomforts and troubles caused during the learning process, it was sothing he had to adapt and change.
"Practice a bit, let see how much you’ve learned!"
Noah picked up the great sword he just selected and started swinging it, while Casius silently watched on the side, without making any comnts. It was only after Noah went through all the sword skills once that he reminded him to switch weapons and continue.
This practice went on for more than three days and nights. Noah himself wasn’t sure how much he rembered; many tis, he truly relied on instinct and mory to swing the weapon in his hand.
"Indeed, it’s a truly excellent talent; you are even better than I imagined."
After Noah put down the long, narrow blade and finished watching his flawed and rather clumsy practice, Casius provided an unexpectedly high evaluation of the Golden Dragon.
"Is this even considered good?"
Noah couldn’t understand it. He himself felt embarrassed about the poor performance many tis, until his foster father urged him to continue with a thick skin.
"Is this not considered good? What, then, can be called good? You haven’t even studied seriously. Relying on an impression of a glance to wield weapons, achieving this level, if that doesn’t make you a genius, then how foolish was I back then?"
Casius’ series of rhetorical questions gave further high praise. The admiration in his eyes was already unhidden, making Noah feel sowhat shy.
Because this wasn’t his innate talent, but what he gained from consuming five Wisdom Fruits, now seeming little different from innate talent.
To earn such praise from his foster father, known as the strongest in combat, Noah’s heart couldn’t help but be a bit elated. However, half a day later, the Golden Dragon suddenly beca alert. Such praise from his foster father clearly left him with no room to refuse anymore, nor any space to retreat.
But by the ti Dragon Slayer Casius started training Noah, it was already too late to regret it, prompting a question in his heart,
"Wasn’t this ant for that kid Uranos? How did it co to be my training?"
Despite the Golden Dragon lanting endlessly in his heart, he didn’t dare utter even a "no" on the surface, as his foster father was far stricter than expected, with many requirents bordering on the absurd.
It must be said that while the Skill’s Extre Intent and the Magic Extre Intent had comparable difficulties, in Noah’s mind, the Skill’s Extre Intent was much harder than the Magic Extre Intent.
When he pursued the Magic Extre Intent, he only needed to lie down with the spell book, practice the process of mastering on a whim. No one forced him; he could practice as he wished or stop whenever he wanted.
But practicing the Skill’s Extre Intent required genuine effort and sweat; sotis, even bloodshed. Because, during his practice, his foster father would occasionally beco interested, grabbing a weapon to spar with him.
Although Casius’s control over his power was exquisite, able to restrain it to match Noah’s level,
even with equal strength, Noah felt a sense of being crushed and despairingly powerless to resist.
This was too tough!
Since birth, Noah hadn’t suffered this kind of hardship. It was truly a ti of sweating, bleeding, and even feeling like crying. Oh, not actually crying, as the Golden Dragon just silently rembered it all.
"Little nephew, this should have been your punishnt, but it ended up making your uncle stand in your place."
Noah decided, when Uranos ca for training, he would make sure to practice the kid to tears, just to relieve his own bitter heart.
"Don’t get distracted!"
The sword light, swift and dazzling, pierced through Noah’s dragon wing in an instant. Even before the dragon blood could spill, it flowed back under a glow, rejoining the severed muscle, shedding the broken scales, and allowing new ones to grow.
It must be said that in his sparring with his foster father, Noah gained a new recognition and understanding of his dragon body’s strength, which was truly extraordinary.
The vitality was vigorous, the spirit surging, with minor penetrating wounds healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. This also made his foster father more casual, doing as he pleased with the premise of not killing him with a single strike, showing no rcy.
During these hard and difficult tis, Noah truly thought day and night about his little nephew enduring wilderness survival in the mountains, eager for his quick arrival at the training camp where he was located.
Thus, at dawn before the sun rose, when Noah reattached his torn dragon wing, he saw a small figure stumbling at the foot of the mountain.
"Hahaha, little nephew, you finally made it!"
In an exhilarating mood, unable to contain his excitent, Noah dispelled the Transformation Technique, revealing his winding twenty-one-ter-long dragon form, diving down from the sky like a wild dragon,
"Uncle really missed you."
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