Bolevin, a Silver Two-star Saint Realm Mage, beating up a Hundred Refinements Realm martial artist—wasn't that as easy as lifting a finger?
Yet after some time, the results were far from ideal.
Bolevin had been pondering this lately, and he had come to a few guesses.
Training was training, after all. Although he was strict with Kaister, he still knew his limits and definitely couldn't truly fight to the death.
Otherwise, as a Silver Two-star Saint Realm True Word Master, Bolevin would only need one strike to deal with a Hundred Refinements Realm martial artist. Why would he need to go to such lengths?
Kaister clearly understood this as well, so he felt almost no pressure at all.
Thinking about it carefully, the boy was already a Bronze Three-star Hundred Refinements Realm martial artist, yet he didn't have the slightest bit of actual combat experience. He had relied solely on daily training to reach this level.
To a certain extent, this was actually a bad thing, because it meant he had no experience whatsoever fighting an enemy to the death. He was like a flower in a greenhouse, never having weathered wind and rain.
This situation gave Bolevin a tremendous headache, while also trapping him in an intense inner conflict.
As mentioned earlier, Bolevin hoped that Kaister would experience wind and rain only after becoming a Vajra Realm martial artist, once his safety was guaranteed.
But reality was that this idea of his was somewhat impractical...
Just as Bolevin was racking his brains over this, a Wyvern Rider came flying over at high speed.
"Bishop, His Majesty's messenger has arrived. He's outside the temple now!"
From Black Moon City to Xilan City, with the Giant Eagle Knight flying in a straight line while completely ignoring the terrain, their travel efficiency