It did not rely purely on physical strength. Instead, it could mobilize the energy within the user’s body, attaching it to fists and feet to unleash even more terrifying destructive power.
However, there was a slight regret.
Lance had not yet officially taken on a class, nor had he learned any skills capable of accumulating an energy pool.
So for the part concerning energy utilization, he could only stare helplessly for now.
“Looks like I’ll still have to wait until I get a Breathing Technique and see if I can activate an energy pool.”
Lance clenched his fists, feeling those ferocious techniques within his mind.
This was like receiving a pillow just when he was getting sleepy.
He had just been worrying about where to find a suitable hand-to-hand combat skill to et the class advancent requirents of Pale Sentinel.
Yet a casual gift from Amber had directly solved this major problem.
Looking at the remaining stack of cards on the table, Lance’s emotions grew sowhat complicated.
He carefully placed the cards back into the black velvet box.
This gift was far too valuable.
He seriously suspected that Amber, that carefree girl, had no idea this item contained such a hidden function.
“I should go find Amber tomorrow.”
Lance touched the box, feeling as though it was almost too hot to hold.
Although he had already learned the skill and couldn’t exactly return it, he still needed to explain things properly.
If he just quietly took the benefit without saying anything, he would feel uneasy.
After cleaning up all the remaining ss in the courtyard and washing the borrowed grill, Lance finally dragged his sowhat tired body back to the second-floor bedroom.
He lay spread out on the soft new bed, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling.
Although his friends’ departure brought a trace of lancholy, he knew that sadness could not change anything.
Only by becoming stronger could he reunite with them one day in a better state.
“Sleep.”
Lance turned over, pulling the blanket over his head.
Tomorrow would be a new day.
From tomorrow onward, he would no longer be just a clerk who copied docunts.
He would be a true full-ti Adventurer, and it was ti to begin his push toward Pale Sentinel.
……
The next morning.
Now that he had resigned from his Scribe job and beco a full-ti Adventurer, combined with the large sum he had earned from selling potions—
Lance felt it was ti to completely upgrade his equipnt.
Early in the morning, he skillfully made his way into the noisy Craftsman District.
He had visited this place several tis before and already had a rough upgrade plan in mind.
This ti, he didn’t hesitate at all. Skipping past the ordinary leather shops, he walked straight into an armor shop marked with a hamr sign.
After careful selection and bargaining, Lance settled on a well-crafted reinforced chainmail shirt.
It used thick monster hide as its inner lining, while the outer layer was woven from countless fine iron rings.
Although it was quite heavy when worn, that solid weight brought an unparalleled sense of security.
Lance moved his arms slightly, the rings producing a faint rustling sound.
The defensive capability of this composite structure far surpassed that of simple leather armor.
If he had been wearing this back on the shoals, those Goblins’ stone spears would never have easily pierced his lower back—at most, they would have left a few bruises.
What satisfied Lance even more was that the chainmail shirt ca with an integrated chainmail hood.
As long as he pulled it up, it could protect his entire back of the head and neck, saving him the cost of buying a separate helt.
Naturally, the rest of his gear also needed upgrading.
His bracers and greaves were all replaced with heavy leather-and-tal hybrid armor. The tal strips fixed onto them were no longer cheap pig iron, but refined steel.
As for handheld equipnt, the nearly scrapped wooden round shield was rcilessly discarded.
In its place was a kite shield covered with thick steel plating.
This type of shield was narrow at the bottom and wide at the top, offering greater defensive coverage. Moreover, its pointed lower end could double as a weapon in close combat.
Along with a sharp new shortsword—
Once fully equipped, Lance stood before the mirror, looking at himself—ard to the teeth—and nodded in satisfaction.
The whole set cost about twenty-two silver coins, but the quality was top-tier.
This gear would be enough for him to dominate the outer regions of Copper Creek Forest.
Pulling up the chainmail hood to cover most of his face, Lance walked fully ard toward the Adventurers’ Guild.
Pushing open the door, the guild hall was bustling with noise.
The success of the Large-Scale Joint Extermination Commission had revitalized the once sowhat quiet quest hall.
A large number of gathering tasks had been refreshed, and countless Adventurers crowded in front of the commission board, selecting suitable targets.
Lance did not rush to join the crowd.
He subconsciously glanced toward the familiar counter.
The brown-haired girl who always wore an energetic smile and occasionally slacked off was not there.
Instead, a middle-aged receptionist he had never seen before stood in her place.
It seed Nia had taken the day off.
Last night’s gathering about farewells had indeed hit that simple-hearted girl quite hard. She likely needed so ti to process her emotions.
Lance let out a soft sigh and withdrew his gaze.
Everyone had their own challenges to face.
Aside from that, he also noticed that the guild was filled with many young n and won wearing violet-colored clothing.
Under the guidance of what seed to be instructors, they followed different teams out.
Perhaps they were the academy students Nia had ntioned before.
After a brief glance, Lance paid them no further attention and walked straight toward the rit exchange counter.
His main goal today was not to take on quests and earn money, but to carefully choose a suitable Breathing Technique.
Although the techniques of 【Azure Dragon Ultimate Style】 were already imprinted in his mind, without energy to drive them, its core power could not be displayed.
He urgently needed a Breathing Technique to activate the energy pool within his body.
“Please check my current rit points.”
Lance handed over his identification plate.
The clerk behind the counter took it and operated a bulky magical device.
“Mr. Raven, you received 2 rit points for reporting an abnormal gathering site last ti.”
“Additionally, for your outstanding performance in supporting the vanguard team and rescuing teammates during the Large-Scale Joint Extermination Commission, the guild has specially granted you 20 points.”
“Your current total rit is 22 points.”
22 points.
Lance nodded slightly at the number.
For a newcor, this was already a considerable amount.
“Please let
see the exchange catalog for Breathing Techniques.”
The clerk handed over a thick booklet.
Lance flipped it open, his finger sliding quickly across the contents until it stopped at the bottom of the first page.
There was recorded the Breathing Technique with the lowest entry threshold currently available for exchange in the guild.
【Gale March Breathing Technique: Requires 100 rit points】
This was already the cheapest and most common option in the booklet. Other Breathing Techniques easily started at three to five hundred points.
In this world’s class system, Breathing Techniques held a foundational role.
Tracing back to the primordial era, even before the First Hero, humanity had not yet mastered the mysteries of high-level magic and could only beco prey before those terrifying mythical creatures.
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