Half a month passed in the blink of an eye, and Julian continued to improve through his swordsmanship training. Once he understood one thing, he understood everything. When Julian opened his eyes, an awe-inspiring sword intent spread from his body, and sharp sword energy filled him from head to toe. Everyone stopped training and called out, "Congratulations to Lord Flame Emperor on another breakthrough!"
Julian waved his hand, looking utterly calm. "It's only a small breakthrough. If you all work a little harder, you'll keep breaking through too." George, Allison, and the others were speechless. Reaching the realm of a Great Swordmaster and he still calls it a small breakthrough? As expected of the captain—he really wants to grind all the Great Swordmasters into the ground.
Julian smiled. "Keep training. This Flame Emperor is heading home for a while. I'm starving to death." Hearing Julian's words, everyone called out, "Farewell, Lord Flame Emperor!" As they watched him turn and leave, they complained, "The captain is way too competitive. He's treating those powerful Great Swordmasters like draft animals."
Julian truly was starving. This training session to break through to Great Swordmaster had lasted fifteen days. He had set himself a small goal: he would not rest until he broke through to beginner Great Swordmaster. On the first day, Julian had already been unbearably hungry, but as his willpower was tempered, his swordsmanship improved even faster.
By the final day, Julian was so hungry he could barely speak. Yet he had always believed that if one wanted glory before others, one had to suffer behind the scenes. Thus, he did not stop his comprehension of swordsmanship and instead continued charging forward. But over such a long period, both his willpower and Mental Power faced tremendous challenges. At the final critical moment, Julian