Chapter 175: Square Martial Arts Demonstration

After sacrificing the Detailed Explanation of Elementary Alchemy, Little Weir only received one hundred contribution points. The reason given was that similar items already existed, and this was merely a slight variation. Giving him one hundred contribution points as supplementary compensation was already generous. However, when Little Weir wanted to exchange for Elementary Alchemy, it cost eight hundred contribution points. This was outrageously unfair! Sure enough, ever since he got proxy spirit Number Two, he had been losing out more and more.

Could it be because raising two Vampires was more expensive than raising one?

The next day, Little Weir still couldn’t take leave, or rather, he didn’t need to. Rain Kendall, one of the three Great Generals of the Kingdom, openly departed from Delaik City. All the noble classes lined the streets to see him off. Mildis Intermediate Academy and Nobili Noble Academy were specifically named to form two teams to participate in the Old General’s farewell ceremony. Little Weir, due to his status as a City Defense Force instructor and the Old General’s “Named Disciple,” stayed by his side, becoming the absolute center of attention.

Little Weir was Old General Rain’s Disciple, and Angell was considered Little Weir’s half-Disciple. Therefore, Angell also received a spot in the honor guard. Because he had trained with the City Defense Force for two months and mingled with them, Mrs. Wilson, who could only watch from the crowd, was extremely excited. She kept waving and introducing him to the Young Misses and ladies around her: “That is my son. He is only thirteen and a half. He trained with the City Defense Force for two months and is an Apprentice Knight with limitless potential.”

To be able to enter the City Defense Force and receive comprehensive training at this time was absolutely impossible for ordinary people. It must be known that over the past two months, countless noble members tried every means possible to send their sons and nephews into the City Defense Force to receive guidance from the Old General. However, very few managed to persevere. The Old General’s strictness was no joke; he treated everyone equally during training. How could those spoiled noble sons endure it? They quickly retreated and never dared to mention entering the City Defense Force for training again.

“Who is that other young man?” A familiar lady focused her gaze more on Little Weir, who was standing beside the Old General, and couldn’t help but ask.

Mrs. Jelson certainly wouldn’t miss this opportunity to show off. “That is the Disciple Old General Rain took in Delaik City, Knight Weil Declan. He is my son’s classmate and good friend, a Formal Knight at thirteen and a half, the Top Student of Mildis Intermediate Academy across all subjects, awarded the title of Honorary Guardian Knight by the City Hall Security Department, and the Star of Mildis, having been granted the Honorary Temple Knight badge by the Church of the Goddess of Dawn and the Church of the Great Storm respectively. He and my daughter have a very good relationship,” Mrs. Jelson added, as if possessed.

“So he is the Star of Mildis! But I heard that Young Miss Lilith of the Kendall Family seems to be interested in him.” Another wealthy lady nearby couldn’t help but speak up.

“They are still young; who can say what the future holds? Mrs. declan and I have been friends for many years, and we have some business dealings. Have you heard of the Noble Maid Steward Coffee Shop? Mrs. declan entrusted me to manage it on her behalf. Young Miss Yuna Peck from the Royal Capital often meets guests there, and the service staff can only be hired after undergoing professional maid training by the Peck Family and passing the assessment.” Mrs. Jelson began to spare no effort in promoting the Noble Maid Steward Coffee Shop’s business.

There were still many people separating Weil Declan and herself, and it would take time for her son Angell to achieve success. However, the Maid Steward Coffee Shop was under her direct management, and there she could interact daily with many upper-class women, as well as a small number of men. After all, this was a maid-themed coffee shop, and noble men, especially minor nobles, were usually too embarrassed to go openly. But their wives and daughters could. Nobles who possessed titles but lacked power and money were not uncommon.

Why not spend a little money to enjoy noble treatment? Furthermore, there were many nouveau riche who had money but no foundation, and they wanted to witness the demeanor of maid stewards trained personally by great nobles. Money allowed for capriciousness, but this place was not somewhere just anyone could book out. Visiting was fine, but booking the entire venue required a certain status and position.

Mrs. Jelson herself couldn’t hold the fort, but Yuna Peck and Molly Kendall could. They had each stated that they would protect the coffee shop, so naturally, no one dared to cause trouble arbitrarily. And with Floret Declan taking charge of a Knight Training Hall nominally affiliated with the Kendall Family, and Weil Declan becoming the Disciple of one of the Kingdom’s three Great Generals and an instructor for the Delaik City Defense Force, the coffee shop’s business improved, and external pressure simultaneously decreased.

Leaving aside the gossip of the Young Misses and ladies, the procession reached the center of the large square in front of the City Hall. The City Defense Force Commander, a tall, bearded middle-aged High-level Warrior, stepped forward and saluted Old General Rain and Count Bordeaux: “The First Battalion of the Delaik City Defense Force has assembled. Requesting a martial arts demonstration!”

Rain’s gaze was solemn. He casually pointed toward the honor guard where Little Weir and Angell stood. Little Weir could only reluctantly step forward, leading the way as usual. The honor guard quickly turned, marching in unison to line up in front of the City Defense Force First Battalion.

“Permission granted for the demonstration!” Only then did Rain nod slightly. He was the focus today, and even Count Bordeaux couldn’t steal his initiative. Moreover, Count Bordeaux knew that Old General Rain was about to depart, and the City Defense Force would eventually remain under his control. As for the people Rain had placed there? Ha, aside from two High-level Warriors and Senior Knights who were bound to leave eventually, there was only a thirteen-and-a-half-year-old child whose position was merely a Boxing Instructor, lacking any authority to command or deploy troops.

“Demonic Ox Body Tempering Fist, ready, begin!” Following the City Defense Force Commander’s order, Little Weir shouted, his feet suddenly exerting force and separating slightly. Everyone followed immediately, their movements perfectly synchronized, creating a surprisingly powerful momentum.

“Demonic Ox Ram!”

“Demonic Ox Trample!”

“Demonic Ox Butting Heaven!”

“Demonic Ox Tail Whip!”

“Demonic Ox Kicking Mountain!”

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Every Move was executed precisely. On the entire square, the First Battalion plus the honor guard totaled three to four hundred people. Except for Little Weir, who, as the leader, needed to be half a beat faster than the rest, everyone else moved and shouted in perfect synchronization. Unlike weapon practice, fist technique demonstrations focused more on Aura; the louder the shouts and the more uniform the movements, the better the effect. The Moves of the Imitation Demon Bull Body Tempering Fist were not numerous, but when performed, they possessed considerable Aura. It was a rigorous skill that fully embodied masculine Yang Qi, making observers feel their blood boil.

However, amateurs watch the excitement, while experts watch the technique. The Imitation Demon Bull Body Tempering Fist looked good and was somewhat useful for training, but it had almost no effect when facing a true expert. The reasons were simple: insufficient strength and lack of speed. The lack of speed was a Cultivation Technique issue, while the insufficient strength was a racial issue. The Minotaur Race were famous strongmen among the Beastmen; the Demonic Ox Body Tempering Fist they executed truly possessed the immense power to split mountains and cleave rocks. But when performed by Human Race warriors? Heh, breaking bricks and tiles looked decent, but the difference was fundamental.

Within the bustling crowd, a small figure wrapped tightly from head to toe stood speechless, standing on two bricks, watching the burly men in the center of the square whose shouts were louder than their fist winds. Was this the “fist technique breaking” incident she had traveled thousands of miles to investigate? After learning this thing, they thought they could challenge her clansmen? The young girl under the cloak twitched the corner of her mouth slightly. Aside from the leader, whose performance looked somewhat decent, everyone else was just playing house.

“However, the sight of so many people lining up to practice boxing is quite impressive. Should I promote this method in the Tribe?” The cloaked girl swayed slightly, stepped down from the bricks, quickly pushed through the crowd, and disappeared.