Kevin's theoretical level far exceeded his own practical level, and even if the Assassin Guild wanted to teach him, it didn't make much sense to teach him. Teaching a few more small tricks and tricks has little improvement for Kevin, and Kevin can't learn the powerful big move. As for the experience of the Assassin Guild himself when he broke through......

"Forget," the Assassin leader said bluntly, "for me, it's a simple matter to break through from red to orange. I don't understand why you're stuck?"

Kevin is helpless, the truth of genius is different from the truth of mortals, if he follows his path, I am afraid he will never come to the end.

"But I can tell you how I felt when I broke through from the Ninth Order to the Holy Order," the Assassin Guild Leader looked at him distantly, "It was decades ago, late one night, in the Orc Minotaur Realm, when I was not yet the Guild Leader, and I was second in the Assassin Guild. My mission is to assassinate a faction leader, and I won't say who it is. ”

"At that time, I was a ninth-order warrior, assassinating the Minotaur Sword Saint, although I was one level worse than my strength, but if it was an assassination, there was still a chance to complete it. But unfortunately, my whereabouts were exposed, the other party was alerted in advance, and I was also surrounded by groups. At that time, the situation was critical, and I was located abroad, so I didn't want to have any rescue. The other party is stronger than me, and I can't escape. ”

"At that time, I was thinking, if I can't break through to the Holy Rank on the spot, then I will die. The Assassin President reminisced about the past.

Kevin listened attentively and nodded frequently.

"Then I managed to break through to the Holy Order, and they died. The Assassin President replied.

Kevin: "......"

"So, you still have to remember ......"

"Wait a minute," Kevin couldn't help but interrupt, "Isn't it going to be a little too brief?"

"I don't know how to describe the decisive battle between the Holy Rank powerhouses, and some of them are inconvenient to disclose," the Assassin Guild spread his hands, "If you reach this level one day, you will naturally know everything you should know." One thing you can keep in mind, though, is that many people do break through in a crisis, but it's also very risky. ”

Kevin had a sad face: "I've also experienced a lot of vicious battles, but ......"

"We've all studied your experience," the Assassin leader took a sip of water, "and if you want to talk about a vicious war, there is. But even in the most sinister one, fighting bandits in a hilly cave, you're still in a state of composure. How to allocate your physical strength, how to calculate the playing time, delay as much as possible, and not seek to explode and hurt the enemy. ”

"There's nothing wrong with that, and if I were you, I'd probably do the same in that situation," replied the Assassin Headmaster, "but the problem is that the so-called Critical Moment Outbreak is first and foremost an outburst. Under extreme emotional or sinister conditions, the whole body is hot, the heart beats faster, the pain almost disappears, the reason is in a semi-deficient state, and the fighting spirit explodes to a fixed point, and then it will break through a certain body valve and break through the past. ”

Kevin pondered and was silent.

"Every crisis is a rare opportunity for yourself to exercise. It's a pity that after this crisis, you prefer that time-dragging style of play. Safe, calm, and don't even break out of the fighting spirit, although the time is very long, and sometimes it is also very dangerous, but it is meaningless to improve the fighting spirit! The farmer has hoeed all his life, and he has not seen a few breakthroughs in the red fighting spirit. The Assassin President sighed.

"But you're not that type, and you're not a berserker. Forcibly changing styles in battle is an act of looking for death. Besides, although fighting calmly is weaker for the improvement of fighting spirit, it is still helpful for the improvement of mental power, and if you have sixth-order spiritual power, I am afraid it is the result of actual combat. However, if you are mentally disabled, you can't release elemental spells, so it's embarrassing. ”

Kevin: "......"

"I'm letting you assassinate me now, just to let you come up with the craziest and most irrational fight, you don't need to carefully calculate what the next move, and you don't need to use the magic shield as an insole to try to increase the speed, throw everything away, just go crazy and fight. The Assassin President finally gave Kevin a definition.

Kevin suddenly realized: "Then I'll come back tomorrow." ”

"Oh yes," the Assassin President added, "the breakthrough method I mentioned above refers to the Ninth Order to the Holy Order. As for the red vindictive, push-ups can break through, and I don't understand why it's so difficult for you. ”

Kevin: "......"

After going back, Kevin didn't think much about it and bought some holy water to eliminate the bruises on his body. Then he slept peacefully, and the next morning, he came to the Earl's Court in good spirits. This time he was bare-handed, not even a knife.

The door to the study was unclosed, and Kevin stood still in front of it, taking a deep breath. Then he shouted, his fists were clenched, the muscles of his whole body were tensed, his fighting spirit exploded, and red light spread all over his body.

Bang! Kevin slammed open the door of the study, and then threw twenty or thirty punches at the position of the desk, and a large piece of red fighting energy left the fist, and the momentum was not small. When I looked at it, the Assassin President was still sitting and reading, and he didn't even move.

"Drink!" Kevin drank again, changed his hands to hand knives, and swung twenty or thirty knives in a row, and a large area of red knife light erupted...... However, the sword light was everywhere, dissipating on its own, and the Assassin leader could not even be seen to make a move.

"Be careful of dislocating your arm. The other party just complained coldly.

Kevin gasped, thought about it, and decided to take two balls of cotton out of his pocket and plug his ears first. Because he felt that if he heard the complaint, he would instantly come back to his senses. I took out my pocket watch again and looked at the time.

The Assassin Guild was a little dazed: "What's the matter? You are crazy, and you are still so ritualistic?"

"Wow, Wow, Wow!" Kevin howled and slammed at the Assassin Leader, his hands fluttering wildly and his mouth shouting, without the slightest informality, but with a murderous aura.

"Mad Dog Fist?" the Assassin Leader's eyes lit up, "You still do this? ”

The Assassin Guild did not think of the previous one, one move and then beat him for half an hour. Instead, he began to slowly and methodically dismantle the moves, and the person also stood up with interest, as if walking the dog in the study with Kevin in a circle......

But after only two moves, the Assassin Guild couldn't help but complain again: "You are not a mad dog fist at all, you are a real mad dog!"

However, Kevin couldn't hear the complaints, and Kevin continued to go berserk, continuing to howl, and his continuous attacks all failed, adding to his irritability. If usually, Kevin must have tried to calm down, but this time, he deliberately caused his irritability, made himself more crazy, and used faster attacks, but he still couldn't fight, so he was even more crazy......

The butler hurried up: "Lord Earl, I seem to hear a mad dog barking...... Uh, excuse me. The butler withdrew.

However, no matter how crazy he was, Kevin's physical strength finally reached its limit. The whole body was demobilized, and he stopped to catch his breath slightly, only to feel that his eyes were dark and he was unsteady on his feet. Instead, the Assassin President went up and helped Kevin's earbuds.

"Why did you plug your ears before you fight?" asked the Assassin Headmaster.

"I ...... I...... I don't want to hear it...... Your spitting. Kevin was already panting and sweating drenched, but by this time he had gradually regained his senses.

"You don't want to hear me complain?" the Assassin leader was dissatisfied, "What's wrong?

Kevin: "......"

"Alright, that's it for today," the Assassin President returned to his desk seat, "and get some recuperation and a few days of rest when you get back." Check your body for any damage and come back again!"

"Yes, thank you, President. Kevin bowed slightly, then adjusted his breathing, suddenly remembered something, looked at his watch, and then slowly walked out of the study.

In the next few days, Kevin spent almost all of his time in back pain, but he didn't dare to rest for too long, feeling almost, he immediately came to the door again to challenge, and then rested......

This time, Kevin finally felt that his strength seemed to improve. Although he still didn't touch the other party, at least the battle became longer. It's the result of every time he counts, and the absolute numbers prove that it's not an illusion.

This made Kevin very excited, and he began to be confident in his breakthrough in vindictiveness. Sure enough, about the fourth time, Kevin clearly felt that his fighting spirit was already in the stage of changing color, and his control was gradually increasing, which was already a precursor to a breakthrough.

"I've wasted so much time trying to cultivate an orange vindictive?" the Assassin leader still laughed at himself.

However, the Assassin Guild laughed at himself, and as long as Kevin came, he still received him as usual. Finally, at the fifth time, Kevin's fighting spirit had completely changed from red to orange, and he had advanced to a fifth-level warrior. The first to fourth levels are all red fighting spirit, with different degrees and different skillful uses, and they are divided into four stages. Many noble children can find connections and divide them into fourth-order warriors. But when it comes to the fifth order, the color qualitatively changes, and it is difficult to pass the test without confusion.

Moreover, fifth-order warriors can learn more fighting skills, which Kevin has long been familiar with by reading books. As long as you reach your own fighting ability, you can learn the technique with a little practice, and your strength will have a qualitative leap.

In this regard, of course, Kevin himself is also elated, for many years he thought that he could only be red and vindictive in this life, and now he can break through and fall from the sky. Even if you are an atheist, thank God for your favor.

Immediately, Kevin wrote to Sain, telling him about his breakthrough and attaching specific steps. Sain has also always been a red vindictive, and this thing should be useful to him as well.

Sure enough, Sain received the letter in the barracks and was very happy, but at the same time a little jealous. He immediately looked for his father, General Oude, who was also a saint-rank powerhouse: "Dad, look at Kevin's letter. ”

General Oude frowned and read the letter, and his brow furrowed even deeper.

"Dad, let's try it too?" Sain couldn't help but burst into vindictiveness, and pounced on the general like a mad dog, "Wangwang!!"

Sain fell to the ground, grinning in pain and dislocating his arm......

"I'm not the Assassin Leader," General Oude shook his head helplessly, "I'm not as good at fine operations as he is. ”

"Woo......" Sain whimpered on the ground.

"Also, your mad dog punch really scared me. The general sighed.