Breaking through to beco an advanced knight, this mont is a milestone of great importance for Charlotte.
It ans that he finally has the power to protect himself in this world.
So many people have been stopped by this Level 4 barrier.
He used to be a high-level magician, and now he is a high-level knight. There are probably not many people like him in this world.
As he rinsed away the impurities from his body in the cold water, his figure didn't change much, but only he knew that there had been a qualitative change, despite the seemingly insignificant increase of 100kg in strength.
Now, if he were to encounter Amos, he could kill him with a single sword, even if Amos had thousands of layers of magical spells on him.
Coming out of the bathroom, he took out the scroll of the "Sword of Judgnt," took a deep breath, and then opened the scroll.
The familiar figure began to wield the sword once again. His mind sank, and when he opened his eyes again, he was standing on a stone the size of a fist.
Chaotic space turbulence mixed with flying rocks ca crashing towards him, but he was able to stand firm amid the turbulence, using subtle movents of his body.
And ten ters away from him stood the Adjudicator, draped in a black robe, sword in hand.
"Young man, I didn't expect you to co back so soon."
"I have beco an advanced knight," Charlotte looked at him and said calmly.
Although he was just an image left behind by the Adjudicator in this scroll, he still wanted to personally tell him this news.
In a sense, the Adjudicator could be considered his master.
He used the Adjudicator's Judgnt Sword, practiced the Sword of Judgnt, and trained in the Three Thousand Lights and Shadows body technique.
If it hadn't been for the Adjudicator tornting him countless tis in this mysterious space, he wouldn't have been able to master these sword techniques and body techniques in such a short ti.
"Being an advanced knight is just the beginning. This ti, let show you what the true Sword of Judgnt is."
The Adjudicator's deep voice resounded.
He unsheathed his sword and struck.
A black sword light, like a crescent moon, flew towards a giant rock that was rapidly approaching hundreds of ters away.
The rock had a diater of at least a hundred ters, and its speed caused a trail of red flas.
With a flash of the sword light, the blazing rock was instantly destroyed, turning into a sky full of dust. Behind the giant rock, for a hundred ters, everything was quiet, even the raging chaotic flow.
Charlotte's mouth gradually opened wide, about to utter a curse, but swallowed it back.
It was completely different from the plain and unadorned killing techniques he had seen before, such as drawing the sword, spinning, and slashing repeatedly.
The Adjudicator's strike was elegant and stylish, and the power of the sword aura effortlessly shattered the giant rock from a distance, making him yearn for it.
"What sword technique is this?" Charlotte couldn't help but ask.
"The Sword of Judgnt, Style Five - Sword Aura Strike," the Adjudicator replied, pointing his sword at Charlotte.
"You nad it so simply?" Charlotte couldn't help but feel disappointed.
"The na of a sword technique is just for inheritance. Do you want to be a fool who shouts out the move before actually striking?" the Adjudicator sneered.
"You have a point there," Charlotte nodded, watching the Adjudicator, who was already prepared to attack, and hurriedly said, "Wait! Are you sure I can learn this sword technique now? I have never used sword aura before!"
"Level 4 is called a threshold because only after reaching Level 4 can you perform techniques that Level 3 cannot. Draw your sword, young man!" the Adjudicator looked at Charlotte indifferently.
Faced with the moon-shaped sword aura of the Adjudicator, Charlotte had no choice but to draw his sword.
Then he and his sword were split into two pieces, like a falling domino.
Opening his eyes again, he found himself still standing at a distance of ten ters.
The stone under his feet instantly shattered, and Charlotte's figure disappeared from the original spot.
Then, in the void hundreds of ters away, he was split apart by a sword strike, his body separated.
Fancy deaths weren't entirely useless.
At least they made Charlotte clearer about the Adjudicator's sword swings, power techniques, and how to unleash sword aura.
He resurrected once again.
Charlotte drew his sword and swung.
A huge disc-shaped sword aura flew out from the tip of the Judgnt Sword, rushing towards the Adjudicator, who was tens of ters away.
As soon as the light appeared in Charlotte's eyes, he saw the disc-shaped sword aura being crushed by a gigantic wheel-like sword aura, and he was killed with a single strike.
Swing the sword, and get crushed.
Swing the sword, and get killed.
Swing the sword, behead...
Deaths no longer brought fear to Charlotte; they were more like compulsory intervals before launching his next attack.
The sword aura grew stronger, and more and more of the clash between the two could be nullified.
It was unknown how much ti had passed, and how many deaths there had been.
Charlotte swung his sword, and a crescent-shaped black sword aura flew out, colliding with the Adjudicator's sword aura.
The clash between the two erupted in a thunderous explosion!
Within a hundred-ter radius of the two, all the rubble turned into powder.
Yet, despite being in the center of the waves, the two stood firm.
"Not bad, you have already mastered the Sword Qi Slash," the Judge said, raising his sword and nodding slightly.
Although there was joy on Charlotte's face, he didn't show excessive excitent and instead asked, "What about footwork? Are you not going to teach footwork this ti?"
"Wait until you have truly mastered the montary brilliance and the shadow that follows closely, then we can consider teaching you more footwork," the Judge replied, waving his sleeve.
Suddenly, the previously calm spatial turbulence turned chaotic and violent, with rocks of various sizes surging from the endless darkness, smashing toward them.
The Judgnt Sword in Charlotte's hand also disappeared in an instant.
Charlotte's expression changed imdiately. He tried to retreat to a place where the turbulence was slightly slower by stepping back.
However, the turbulence was all-encompassing, no matter how he retreated, he was instantly overwheld.
He had to do everything in his power to survive between the chaotic rocks, and if he was not careful, he would be hit in the face by giant stones. It was a pitiful sight even if he didn't die.
Montary brilliance, a shadow that follows closely...
His speed beca faster and faster, leaving behind a trail of afterimages within the turbulence.
...
"Hoo...hoo..."
Charlotte suddenly sat up in bed, taking a few deep breaths to calm himself.
Without a sword in his hand, he had to fight for his life in the chaotic turbulence, which was no easier than dueling with the Judge.
But under extre pressure, his footwork had indeed improved significantly.
The distance of the montary brilliance increased from ten ters to fifty ters, a distance sufficient to catch opponents off guard.
The shadow that follows closely also beca more versatile.
He couldn't quantify the specific degree of improvent, but coming out of that mysterious space, his combat abilities had undergone a qualitative improvent.
He paced back and forth in the room a few tis before calming down his inner excitent.
In countless life-and-death battles in the mysterious space, he gained combat experience and skills befitting an advanced knight.
"If I have the chance, I should go into the wilderness for so training," Charlotte murmured to himself.
Suppressing the restlessness in his heart, since he couldn't sleep anyway, he took out pen and paper and began sketching designs for syringes and custom dicine bottles.
Vivian was right. There are many patients suffering from diabetes in this world. Since he had already extracted insulin, he should promote it as soon as possible to give more patients a chance at treatnt.
A glass syringe with an iron needle was the solution he ca up with for now.
The glass was not a rare material in this world. dicine bottles were made of glass, and they were mature and inexpensive, costing only a few copper coins each.
The storage requirents for insulin injection were higher than ordinary dicines, so a batch of dicine bottles needed to be customized for packaging insulin.
After finishing the drawings, he only needed to find a glassware factory, and the Abyss had one ready.
...
As the sky began to brighten, Jenny, who had just gotten on the carriage to leave, was stopped by an old servant at the carriage fra.
"Miss Jenny, Sir Hayward asked to invite you over. He's waiting for you in the testing hall," the old servant said with a smiling face.
"Uncle, why did Sir Hayward want to see so early in the morning?" Jenny looked puzzled but since it was Hayward who called for her, she could only get off the carriage again.
Jenny entered the side hall where Hayward, his father Leon, and the rarely-seen uncle Billy were seated.
"What's the matter? Is our family going bankrupt?" Jenny asked nervously when she saw the setup.
"Silly girl, why are you talking nonsense," Leon laughed sarcastically.
Hayward and Billy couldn't help but laugh as well.
"We're not bankrupt. Why are you three brothers sitting here early in the morning, scaring like that?" Jenny sighed in relief, looking puzzled at them.
"Jenny, I heard that you've been going to the Abyss every day recently," Hayward asked as he looked at her.
"Uncle, don't listen to them. I just occasionally go there, it's not like I go every day..." Jenny replied, feeling a little guilty.
"Don't say you don't go every day. For the past few days, your mother and I wake up in the morning and can't see a trace of you until evening," Leon shook his head with a sigh.
"Are you interested in that boy from the Duru family?" Billy asked with a smile.
"No way!" Jenny blushed and said in a coquettish voice, "Uncle, you're following their nonsense too."
"Alright, enough. Jenny, you've grown up all these years, and it's rare for you to find soone you like. Us elders should stop making fun of you," Hayward laughed heartily.
"I won't talk to you guys anymore. I'm leaving," Jenny said, turning her head to leave.
"Wait a minute," Leon called out to Jenny and said, "I called you here today to ask you to take Uncle Billy to the Abyss for treatnt."
"Go to the Abyss for treatnt?" Jenny stopped in her tracks, turned around looked at Uncle Billy in surprise, and asked excitedly, "Uncle, have you finally found soone who can cure you?"
Her Uncle Billy, who was once Leon's capable assistant and made significant contributions to the developnt of the Calva Trading Company, contracted a strange illness two years ago. His physique beca increasingly emaciated, transforming from a 200-pound strong man to his current thin and frail appearance.
Leon had searched for famous doctors for him, but no one was able to cure his illness.
Billy said, "Yesterday, I received a ssage from a fellow patient, saying that he found a way to treat my illness in the Abyss. Although I don't know if it's true or not, since the other party sounded very confident, I plan to go and check it out."
"I didn't expect the Abyss to have such a skilled doctor. Don't worry, I'm familiar with the Abyss. Let's set off. I'll take you to see the doctor," Jenny confidently said.
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