Varana Island is located at the junction of temperate and cold zones, and Kingsbridge is located almost at the equator of the entire island, but summers here are still not to be underestimated.

James, dressed in heavy training armor and armed with a heavy and ugly lead sword, was sweating profusely just from his camp tent to the training ground not far away. In the distance, he saw Damac standing casually in the sunlight waving to him.

James almost flinched, but he remembered the humiliation he had endured in the past few days, gritted his teeth, and quickly followed.

"Damn, even if it's for the sake of face, you have to be a strong warrior. ”

Damac stood beside a group of soldiers, and when he saw James rushing out of his tent again "in good spirits" as he had done the other day, he couldn't help but nod approvingly. But then, when he saw the decadent soldiers beside him, his face sank again.

"Sergeant......" James stood aside, trying to support his body and not let the gasping be too violent.

"Well, James, you're doing a great job. Damac nodded, then turned around and shouted at a group of panting soldiers, "You guys, run 30 laps around this training ground now, and then start this morning's training!"

"Yes......"

The reluctant voice of the procrastination came. Damac's face was as black as a dark cloud, and as soon as he wanted to get angry, James noticed it. He tugged at his arm, distracting him for a moment.

"Alright, Sergeant, tell me how I can quickly improve my hand-to-hand combat skills. ”

Damac turned around and said, looking suspiciously at the group of soldiers if they were lazy.

"James, you're so much better than that group...... At least you're never late, they have to grind and chirp when they get up. ”

"Ahem......"

Damac laughed, then slapped James on the back with tremendous force. "Let's go. Are you still able to eat from the physical training you did the other day?"

James nodded, and followed Damac to a lawn outside the training grounds. James threw his training sword to the ground and stood across from Damac.

"Sergeant, physical training is no problem for me. ”

Damac nodded. "As you said before, you've been training as a warrior for a few days at Storm Fortress. But most of what they teach is some physical skills, and then they start teaching you how to use swords and shields. In fact, if the foundation is not laid, it is useless to learn the bells and whistles of sword skills and shield skills. ”

Damac crossed his hands on his hips and gestured to James with his eyes.

"Now, stretch out your right fist and hit my breastplate with all the greatest force. ”

"Huh?" James froze for a moment. "You mean to say I'm going to attack you now?"

Damac nodded.

James bit his lip in embarrassment.

"Sergeant, I'm afraid that if this continues, you may get hurt. ”

When Damac heard this, he immediately burst out laughing.

"What? Hurt? Are you kidding? You'll know in a moment how weak your strength is among the real warriors......" Damac squinted, "The reason why many fighters are so mediocre, while some fighters are able to have the power to destroy the world, depends on whether they are proficient in what I am going to tell you below. But James, all I can say is that a warrior is a profession that does not require the blessings of God and mental strength, but requires hard training. If you choose to become such a brave man, you will have to endure a lot of suffering. If you can't hold on, give up, I've heard the white-bearded old man of Janold say that you have a lot of magical talent, maybe you can be a magician and not have to be a warrior. ”

"No......" James clenched his fist. "I don't want to be at the back of the line for the rest of my life, and I don't want to be the kind of person who can only do fireballs and draw scrolls, and have no ability to resist when I get close. ”

Damac was stunned for a moment, then laughed harder, but the laughter was full of approval. "Yes, James, even if you don't have a strong body, you have the heart of a warrior. Now, attack me with all your might. ”

James nodded, then tensed the muscles in his right arm, his fingers as if embedded in the palm of his hand. He thought back to the method of transportation that his mentor at Storm Fortress had taught him, using his body to drive his right shoulder, his right shoulder to his right arm, and his right fist with his right arm, and slamming a blow.

The sound of breaking the air came. James was happy with his strength, as if he had heard Damac's appreciation.

At this moment, as if someone had caught his fist with the palm of his hand, James felt that his right hand was blocked by a huge, unknown force. He cursed badly, desperately trying to find out the source of this power, but suddenly realized that he had not touched anything.

He looked up and saw the smile on Damac's face.

A fluttering fist landed on Damac's armor. I am afraid that such a force will directly hit the bridge of James's nose, and it will not hurt anything.

James was ashamed and shocked at the same time. He took a few steps back, staring at Damac with wide eyes, who was still smiling, and walked over to a large tree next to him.

"I'm going to show you what a punch is. Damac stood calmly in front of the tree, then exhaled a long breath, then took a fist stance, blasted out his right hand at the speed of only the afterimage, and as soon as he hugged the thick tree, he was immediately stopped and hammered.

Damac was a little red and out of breath, but he was still in good spirits. He looked back and saw James, whose eyes were as big as a bowl.

"This ......"

"Haha! weird, isn't it?" Damac laughed. "The reason why I have so much power is because warriors have different characteristics than priests and magicians. You should have noticed just now, when you threw your punch at me, it seemed that a protective shield appeared out of thin air, negating most of your damage, so that it landed on my body with only a fluttering punch. And the things that create this miraculous phenomenon are contained in everyone's body. ”

"What is it?" asked James impatiently.

"That kind of thing is called qi. Damac replied mysteriously.

"Gas?" James frowned. "Is this something to do with magic?"

"Of course not. Even an unusually thin mage has this kind of thing in his body. It is not the embodiment of any supernatural power, it is simply an instinct released by man in the development of the body. The reason why some people are able to surpass many creatures with much higher talent than us in melee combat, such as orcs, minotaurs, bears, giants, etc., is because they have the intelligence, ability, and talent to use such magical things as qi. ”

"Really?" said James, a little fluttering. "Then how can we use qi reasonably?"

"Hehe, I guess you didn't have access to this kind of knowledge when you were in Storm Fortress, right?" Damac chuckled, his face lit up.

James nodded.

"Yes, only warriors who are extremely gifted in physical fitness are qualified to learn skills that require the use of qi. Ordinary soldiers who participate in the war are purely to be cannon fodder, and they don't need to know so much nonsense, don't you say? James? hahahahaha......ha

James nodded with a black line on his head.

Could it be that Damac is saying in a roundabout way: James, you were a cannon fodder before......

"But based on my observations of you in the past few days, I think you're still quite strong in terms of physical fitness, at least much better than those soldiers who run laps. Damac turned his head to look at the soldiers who were still running under the scorching sun, and snorted with resentment. "Their little bunnies are so much worse than the army of the Messiah. ”

"Sergeant...... Are you a Messian?"

Damac nodded. "But since I joined the Warrior Guild and became an instructor there, there is no such thing as a nationality or a nationality. Although the Messiah and Vasilia are now in a period of-for-tat, for the Warrior Guild, wherever there is a need to cultivate more talents, we will appear. Damac snapped his nose with his little finger. "But in other words, the New Garand Warrior Guild wants me to lead people to fight the orcs near Kingsbridge, but they only give me two hundred soldiers, what else can this not be sent to death? The key two hundred is also counted, after all, it is just starting this mission, but they refuse to transfer the elite manpower here, and only give me two hundred recruits, is this looking down on me......" Damac stomped his foot angrily.

"Sergeant ......"

"Hey......" Damac waved his hand. "I'll talk about that later, and maybe I'll be able to figure out a solution in the evening. To get back to the truth, if you want to perceive and use qi, the first thing is to calm down. ”

"Calm down?" James glanced suspiciously at the grumpy, grinning Damac.

"Yes, James, you are now standing under the shade of that tree, and it is a little cooler there, so that you can grasp the point quickly. Damac pointed to another large tree not far away, and said.

Still suspicious, James walked to the bottom of the tree.

"Now close your eyes and ......"

James did so.

"Then feel that power in your body...... Feel your internal organs...... Feel your limbs and brain...... Feel the outside ......"

"Woo......"

It took a while for Damac to let James open his eyes.

"How's it going?

"Hmm...... It seems like there's a ......."

In fact, James didn't feel anything, he only felt the magic rolling in his body. Other than that, he didn't even feel the shadow of Qi. But in order not to disappoint Damac in himself, and not to make a big mistake with excessive bragging, he added:

"But I don't think I'm ......"

"That's nature!" Damac laughed a few times. "When I'm your age, I can't calm down and feel something like this. However, qi is different from divine power and magic power, and it is very simple for a person with high physical fitness and a lot of training to feel and use this power. Although there is also a talent to be said, the geniuses among warriors are more mediocre than those among priests and magicians. So exercising more is the biggest shortcut. The reason why I was able to master this kind of thing back then was not by meditation at all, but by my habit of going out to train before dawn every day. Improving your physical fitness is the best way to be a warrior. ”

"That ......" Although James suddenly opened up and dispelled the doubts in his heart, he was not too confident in his physical fitness. "I don't think I'm too talented......"

"I think so...... You are better suited to use the qi in your body through meditation and contemplation, but this is not something that a young person can easily do. Damac clasped his hands to his chest. "But don't worry, I've already found you a master in this area, and you can start meditation training tonight. ”

"Huh?" James froze for a moment. "What a Master of Meditation ......"

"It's me, James......"

A calm, gentle voice rang out from behind James. He shuddered.

"James," Alta walked up to the two men with a steady, small step, a smile in his eyes. "The biggest requirement for a pastor is to learn to be calm. It's the same with being a warrior......" she glanced at Damac. "Mr. Damac told me that you may need a meditation teacher, so every night in the future, I will train you how to feel yourself......"

"I ......"

James looked back at Damac, but Damac just gave him a look.

"Good...... Well......"