Chapter 330: Chapter 5: Fighting Spirit

Feiyan City, City Guard, early morning.

The sun rose from beyond the mountains, slowly illuminating the ancient city walls. The morning air was still a bit chilly, yet the soldiers of the City Guard had already gathered at the training field to begin today’s morning drill.

After the nobles left, most of the soldiers recruited by the City Guard were now from the civilian class, many were even from poor backgrounds struggling to make ends meet; everyone cherished this hard-won opportunity and treasured this iron rice bowl.

“Holding a sword is a lifesaving skill! If the sword tip deviates by half an inch, your guts will be fed to the dogs!”

The one-eyed instructor, clad in old leather armor, leaned on a heavy sword standing on the stone steps, the scar under his eyepatch fluctuating with his speech, this was Bader, originally the eldest son of the Fenan Family. However, after his mother passed away, his father’s new wife attempted several times to take his life to maintain her interests, he finally escaped the family’s whirlpool with the help of Greywell.

Since then, Bader pledged to never again pledge allegiance to any family but to become a free Knight, then continually followed Greywell, along with Demont, serving as Greywell’s right-hand man.

With no family burden, Greywell appointed Bader as the swordsmanship instructor for the City Guard, specifically responsible for teaching the soldiers in Basic Swordsmanship training.

And Bader did not disappoint Greywell, he didn’t look down on or hide secrets from the soldiers before him just because they were from the civilian class, instead, he generously taught them his swordsmanship, unwaveringly.

“Don’t let your heels stick to the ground like a woman embroidering! Put your weight on the balls of your feet, imagine there’s a battering ram tied between your legs!”

“When you can drag sand and practice until noon, only then can you hold onto your life!”

“Do you understand!”

Bader’s sharp voice rang out.

“Yes!”

The soldiers answered loudly.

After several rounds of training, everyone was already drenched in sweat, but each person gritted their teeth and persevered, holding a sword, swordsmanship training, something these civilians once couldn’t even dream of.

“Huff! Huff!”

Heavy breathing like bellows reverberated as Hasrant swung his Cross Sword repeatedly among the soldiers; the others were already learning seriously and working hard enough, yet he was still more committed than the others.

“Now, rest for fifteen minutes!”

Until all the soldiers collapsed onto the ground, Hasrant was the last one to put down the Cross Sword.

He found a quiet corner, leaned against a wooden stake, both catching his breath and using the limited time to recall a memory or rather a figure.

’That girl… is she an Angel?’

Although several months had passed, the beautiful silhouette bathed in radiance never left Hasrant’s mind, instead, became increasingly profound and clear with time.

’I’ve heard she’s an apprentice to the mysterious Wizard, resides in the Tower…’

’If only I could see her again…’

Hasrant dared not wish for much, after all she’s a mysterious Wizard, even the lofty nobles were humble and reverent towards the Wizard, while he was merely a poor-born civilian, never having the privilege to intersect with others in this lifetime.

Yet…

He truly wished to see her once more, even if just to say thank you in person…

Hasrant silently thought.

“Everyone, come over here, just received news, Commander Demont will be coming over later, he has something important to tell you.” At this moment, Bader the instructor walked over and said.

Hasrant quickly paused his thoughts, picked up his Cross Sword, and gathered with the soldiers at the training field.

After waiting for a while, Commander Demont arrived with two soldiers.

Each soldier carried a wooden tray, piled high with Sheepskin Scrolls on top.

Demont said: “Everyone, come up and receive a scroll.”

The soldiers queued up to each receive a Sheepskin Scroll; Hasrant also got one, he opened it to look inside, there were some portraits, sitting in a strange way breathing, with text descriptions beside.

The city had educational courses every week, but Hasrant attended only a few sessions, recognizing few characters, he couldn’t quite understand what they were.

“Everyone, watch me here.” At this moment, Demont’s voice sounded.

Hasrant looked over.

He saw Demont standing in front of a training wooden stake, drawing out the Cross Sword from his waist, raising it up to assume a marked top starting position.

Maintaining this posture for two seconds, faint clusters of white air emerged from his body and spread to the sword blade, coating it with a silvery-white gleam.

Demont held the sword and slashed it forward.

“Crack!” A sound.

Only to see the training wooden stake as thick as some waist instantly split into two like fragile tofu, the Cross Sword’s momentum not diminishing scratched across the ground, even leaving a deep sword mark on the ground.

Everyone’s gaze was fervent, filled with admiration in their eyes.

Retracting the Cross Sword, Demont continued to ask: “Does anyone know what this is? The white air around me?”

“Fighting Spirit! It’s Fighting Spirit!”

“Knight’s Fighting Spirit!”

Everyone started to answer eagerly.

This is not a secret; the knight’s fighting spirit is well known. It is the source of the knight’s strength. When fighting spirit is infused throughout the body, it grants immense power, makes muscles impervious to blades and bullets, and dramatically increases speed. It is the greatest difference between knights and ordinary people.

Demont nodded: “Very good.”

Then he continued to ask, “Does anyone know where fighting spirit comes from?”

Many people were stumped by this.

Although everyone knows that knights have fighting spirit, few know where it comes from. Some say it’s brought forth by bloodline, while others believe it’s passed down through generations and is inherent to every knight.

“Is it… flowing in the knight’s bloodline?”

“Is it… the family’s inherited power?”

Everyone speculated.

Demont shook his head: “None of it.”

He paused and explained: “The knight’s fighting spirit does not come from bloodline or any predetermined source. Before becoming knights, every knight was just like you, merely ordinary people.”

“The root of our empowerment is a unique training method, which we call ’Breathing Technique’. Through cultivating this special breathing method, one can develop fighting spirit, which is the white mass of energy you are seeing now.”

“Oh! I understand, it’s the Knight’s Secret Manual!”

“I’ve heard about it too…”

The group had heard some possibly false legends from minstrels, claiming that every noble and knight family possesses a mysterious manual, and their bloodline can become knights by cultivating it.

Demont then asked, “What do you think about this?”

The soldiers glanced at each other with some bewilderment.

Thoughts?

What kind of thoughts could there be?

Demont said: “What? Is there no one here who wants to become a knight?”

Everyone was even more bewildered.

After all, everyone knows knights are the domain of nobles. Only those of noble lineage can become knights, passed down within families, which has absolutely no connection to these commoners.

Is this something to even consider?

Just the thought of it is greed, a crime.

But next,

Demont’s words were like dropping a bomb into a calm lake, causing a great upheaval among the soldiers!

He casually said: “What you hold in your hands is the Breathing Technique.”

The soldiers were first stunned, then widened their eyes.

“What?”

“Commander, you… what did you say? We… we have the Knight Breathing Method in our hands?”

“Are you joking?”

Demont’s face showed a hint of a smile: “No one is joking with you.”

Then he continued to explain: “The Guardian ordered us to make the Breathing Technique public. From today, learning the Breathing Technique and gaining fighting spirit will no longer be the privilege of nobles; anyone who is willing to work hard has the chance to master fighting spirit!”

The soldiers collectively shuddered, each freezing instantly, faces written with disbelief.

Afterwards,

An uncontrollable flush and excitement filled their faces instantly, and the soldiers’ cheers erupted!

“Is this true? I’m not dreaming, am I? I can’t be dreaming!”

“Me? Huck from Flea Alley, a laborer’s son, a laborer’s son has the chance to become a Knight Master? A lofty Knight Master?”

Everyone was beside themselves with excitement.

Hasrant was also extremely excited, but he thought more about how, if he learned the Breathing Technique and mastered fighting spirit to become a knight, then… then would he have the chance to see that Angel again?

Demont smiled and said: “Yes, you all have the chance to master fighting spirit, but not to become knights.”

“Feiyan City will no longer have knights, will no longer be constrained by nobles, will no longer be loyal to any family. In this city, everyone has only one unified identity — warriors of this city, courageous warriors fighting for this place!”

…

In September, Wizard Calendar Year 10042, Feiyan City, located west of Jade Land near the ruins, initiated the spread of fighting spirit. From this day on, the Knight Breathing Method was made public here, and mastering fighting spirit was no longer the exclusive right of nobles.

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