The clan leader was stunned for a moment, then patted his head and laughed loudly: "Look... I forgot that you are not from the dwarf clan, and you don't know anything about this world. Well... since you want to know, I’ll tell you in detail.”
After thinking for a while, the patriarch grandfather said: "In this world, the levels of warriors are divided into ten levels, namely, apprentice warriors, junior warriors, intermediate warriors, senior warriors, swordsmen, great swordsmen, and swordsmen. There are eight levels: Great Sword Master, Sword Saint, and God of War. Starting from Swordsman, they are divided into upper, middle, and lower ranks."
Having said this, the patriarch paused for a moment and gave me some time to digest. After listening to the patriarch's words, I finally understood what the great swordsman and the sword master meant.
Seeing my understanding smile, the patriarch continued: "Your current level should be the top apprentice warrior. As your strength increases, you will gradually reach the junior warrior, intermediate warrior, and senior warrior. As for the higher level, Not everyone can reach this level.”
I looked at the patriarch of the clan with confusion, and said puzzledly: "How are these levels divided? And how do you use it to assess what level a person has reached?"
The patriarch was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "You're really asking, I really don't know about this question. These levels are divided by various trade unions on the mainland, and they also have detailed regulations on the specific assessment methods, but … Our dwarves don’t have this set of assessments, so it’s impossible to judge what a person’s level is.”
After a pause, the patriarch pointed to the buffalo beast on the ground and said: "But... Generally speaking, if you can kill a buffalo beast alone, you are already a high-level warrior, but..."
I looked at Grandpa Patriarch in confusion and asked, "What is it, Grandpa Patriarch!"
The patriarch hesitated for a while, then said with a wry smile: "But when you defeated the buffalo beast, you did not rely on pure force. Wisdom accounted for half, and the characteristics of the weapon accounted for half. As for your own force, this... this... "
After listening to the words of the patriarch, I couldn't help but smile, yes... In the battle just now, I hardly used my own strength. Even the power to break the buffalo hide was borrowed from the buffalo's own momentum. I just moved the knife there. , just let the buffalo beast rub up against it. The sharp serrations on the blade will naturally cut through the hard and thick buffalo hide. This does not seem to have much to do with my own strength. For anyone else, as long as I seize the right opportunity, , can be done!
I raised my head nervously, looked at the patriarch and said, "So... Grandpa the patriarch, am I considered a junior warrior now?"
Grandpa Patriarch smiled bitterly and frowned, and said calmly: "It doesn't count! But it doesn't count. From the perspective of combat effectiveness, you have reached the standard of a junior warrior. I believe... Even if you fight against a junior warrior, with your With your wisdom, your hundred-battle sword technique, and your hundred-battle sword, you are sure to win!"
After a pause, the patriarch continued: "But judging from the actual physical fitness and strength, you have not yet reached the standard of a junior warrior and are still in the stage of a trainee warrior! In other words... you are not strong enough to conquer the illusion. beast!"
Frowning slightly, I asked in confusion: "Grandpa Patriarch, does it mean that... to conquer the phantom beasts, do you have to rely on brute force? Can't you use wisdom to conquer them?"
The patriarch nodded seriously and said: "That's true. If you can't conquer the phantom beast with wisdom, you must rely on strong power to completely subdue the phantom beast, so that it can become your phantom beast willingly!"
After a pause, the patriarch grandpa explained: "For example, the buffalo beast just now, if you accept it as a fantasy beast, it will 100% fail, because... it died very cowardly and inexplicably, and it will not succeed at all. Serve you."
Smiling slightly, the patriarch continued: "If you want to conquer the buffalo beast, you must confront it head-on and defeat it without giving up an inch in what it is best at. Beat it until it has no temper at all, so that it can completely surrender. In other words, you have to hit the buffalo head-on and hit it so hard that it has no intention of resisting, and only then can you accept it and turn it into a fantasy beast!"
Looking at the patriarch grandfather helplessly, I finally understand what he meant. Generally speaking... as long as you defeat the buffalo beast, you are already a high-level warrior. But this victory refers to fighting the buffalo head-on and defeating it with strength. It just works.
Grandpa the patriarch laughed and said: "If you are a human being, it would be easier to say. As long as you become a high-level warrior and learn to fight with fighting spirit, it will be easy to defeat the buffalo beast head-on. But we dwarves can't do it. We can't learn fighting spirit, so we can only rely on strength. Even if I cut it down, it would be difficult for me to kill the buffalo beast even if I am as strong as a high-level warrior, so... most people in the village accept the Slow Beast as a fantasy beast!"
I was stunned for a moment, and then I thought of the stupid beasts next to the smelting furnace. It turns out... those little beasts are all the phantom beasts of the dwarf uncles, haha... It's really funny. That little thing seems to know nothing except blowing the wind. !
But then again, just being able to blow the wind is enough. Dwarves only like forging. With such a good blowing magic beast, it saves them a lot of trouble.
The patriarch continued: "Usually, when we encounter a buffalo beast, we will circle around it. This clumsy guy is very inflexible. When you get behind it, just attack it from behind. It can be easily hacked to death!"
Looking sadly at the body of the buffalo beast on the ground, the clan leader sighed: "Actually... the dwarf phantom beasts are not as powerful as the legends say. Even such a buffalo beast is difficult to tame, let alone other good phantom beasts. , the best phantom beast owned by the dwarf ancestors is the dwarf ancestor who has reached the level of Great Sword Master. His phantom beast is a fire tiger. It is with this fire tiger that he became the first and the first of the dwarves. The only great swordsman at present!"
He shook his head helplessly. It seemed that... the phantom beasts were really not that easy to get, but... there was no rush now, so let's find a way to reach the level of a junior warrior first.
Thinking of this, I turned around and asked Grandpa Patriarch: "Grandpa Patriarch, at what level do you consider yourself a junior warrior and can you learn the dwarf's phantom beast skills?"
The patriarch of the clan smiled slightly and explained: "We dwarves naturally have a set of measurement standards. First... you must use a complete set of 18 dwarf axes in front of the whole village. When everyone thinks that your routine and posture Only after everything is correct can you proceed to the next step of the assessment!"
After looking at me slightly, the clan leader continued: "I'm not worried about you in this aspect. No one can find any fault with your current ax technique!"
After a pause, the patriarch continued: "The second assessment item is to use a dwarf ax to chop things. You have to chop down ten-year-old papaya trees. One axe. Use the 18 styles of the dwarf battle axe. Each ax head must be chopped. Just cut off a papaya tree. If you meet this standard, then you are a junior warrior!"
After listening to the words of the dwarf grandpa, I couldn't help but stick out my tongue in surprise. Don't think that the ten-year-old papaya tree is easy to bully. It is as thick as the mouth of a bowl, and the texture of the papaya tree is hard and flexible. I want to chop off one with an axe. , for me now, that is simply an impossible task.
Without saying a word, I bent down and picked up the ore basket on the ground, and walked towards the village with the patriarch grandfather. Now I am not qualified to talk about junior samurai at all. The difference between a trainee samurai and a trainee samurai is too big. It can be said that the strength of junior samurai is definitely more than double that of trainee samurai.
In the evening, we returned to the dwarf village, handed the cinnabar mine to Uncle Natadog, and successfully obtained the silver marrow mine he promised me! Now... I have one more ingredient for my Hundred Battles Sword!
Back in the room, I put the silver marrow ore into the treasure box, and then started to forge my Hundred-War Sword. I had to perfect my skills in forging the Hundred-War Sword. I didn't want to do it with unfamiliar hands and feet. Create my ultimate True Hundred Battle Knife! I have to rely on the current Hundred-War Sword made of fine copper to practice my skills. When my skills are fully mature and I have mastered the essence of forging skills, I will start to forge the real Hundred-War Sword that I will use throughout my life.
While the hammer was flying, I used every move and style of the Qijue Slash in an endless stream. The hammers rained down on every part of the Baizhan Sword. One fell on the Baizhan Dao.
After working on it for several hours, I tidied up. After taking a shower, I went back to bed and started my daily mandatory meditation...
As the days of practice gradually increase, my current feeling is getting stronger and stronger. Now whenever I think about it, I immediately feel hot all over my body. The blazing sun bakes me all over, and I feel indescribably comfortable. But... I have never experienced the sense of Qi mentioned in the Nine Yang Manual. I don't feel anything else except warmth!