Uneventful

Bolan's life after returning home remained as calm and uneventful as ever, as though he had not been the one to accept the challenge that day. His daily cultivation through reading continued without pause, just as before.

Bolan's cultivation of the Laws of Wind now seemed to have no bottlenecks. He had also begun to grasp the union of the Laws of Fast and the Laws of Slow, but none of this could bring him a qualitative transformation overnight. It could be said that Bolan was constantly accumulating strength now. Whether it was his battle qi or his physical strength, both were slowly growing stronger. The increase was not great, but he was continuously improving—a kind of growth without bottlenecks.

Besides, Olivier truly did not count as a real opponent for Bolan now. If Olivier were replaced with an opponent at Heidesen's level, Bolan might have been more excited.

After completing his basic training each day, Bolan trained Wharton. Although Olivier was merely a dish on Bolan's table, Olivier's younger brother, Blumer, was a formidable rival for Wharton. Wharton was probably still no match for Blumer. After all, his opponent was much older than him. Though Wharton had the Dragonblood Warrior bloodline to bolster him, at their level, what mattered most was still battle qi and combat experience.

The young Wharton clearly lacked the combat experience of Blumer, who was several years older, so Bolan intended to arrange special training for Wharton during this period, just like Linley's special training for Wharton in the original story. He did not want his younger brother to lose to someone else's younger brother at the same level. Besides, that opponent would soon be defeated by him. Bolan thought this confidently. (That's right, Bolan was just that confident.)

This was the pride that children of an Ultimate Warrior clan possessed from a young age!

What Olivier had comprehended was clearly a speed Mystery of the Laws of Light. Bolan himself happened to comprehend the Speed Profound of the Laws of Wind, so their duel in a few days would certainly be a contest of speed. As Olivier's younger brother, Blumer surely practiced fast swordsmanship as well. Unfortunately, Wharton possessed great strength and strong defense, but speed was not his specialty. Once he encountered a speed-oriented opponent, he would definitely fall into a disadvantageous position.

Thus, Bolan mainly trained Wharton's ability to endure blows and his reactions in battle.

A few days earlier, when Wharton had first heard that his older brother would be training him, he had been extremely excited. But after several days, whenever Wharton heard Bolan mention the word "training," his entire body would tremble. Hillman and the others had laughed at him over this quite a bit.

That morning, Bolan and Wharton stood facing each other in the training grounds behind the Baruch Clan estate. Bolan's stance appeared casual and unconcerned, but Wharton, standing across from him, was extremely tense. It was as though the white-haired man before him was not his own older brother, but someone who could take his life at any moment.

In truth, on the first day Bolan had proposed giving Wharton special training, Wharton had rushed eagerly to the training grounds. Before he could even transform, just as the greatsword on his back left its sheath, Bolan had turned into a gust of wind and lightly placed Bloodslayer against Wharton's shoulder. Wharton had been so aggrieved that he accused Bolan of cheating.

But Bolan did not ease up on his younger brother's special training just because Wharton felt wronged. Instead, he rebuked him, "Your future opponents will not hold back just because you aren't ready. This is the first lesson I'm teaching you: even a lion hunting a rabbit must use its full strength." Upon hearing those words, Wharton immediately put away all his grievances. Only then did he truly begin to regard Bolan as an opponent.

Of course, the final result was that Wharton suffered a ruthless beating from Bolan's fists and feet. The one-sided pummeling in the backyard training grounds did not stop until dinnertime. By then, Wharton's face was already swollen and bruised, and even his speech had become unclear.

At dinner, one sentence from him made everyone at the table burst out laughing. "Gwandpa Hiri, gimme mowe wice. ^_^" What he had meant to say was, "Grandpa Hiri, give me another serving of rice."

Another morning arrived, and Wharton was once again taking a beating in the training grounds. Oh, no—he was training.

Outside the training grounds, Hogg, Hillman, and the others watched from the side. More precisely, they were watching to see exactly how Bolan would beat Wharton up today.

The moment Wharton stepped onto the platform, he did not say a word. He transformed at once, raised his blade, and charged at Bolan. His "Cleave Mount Hua" strike carried tremendous force. Bolan simply set the two Bloodslayers in his hands aside. Without transforming, he charged forward with his fists raised. Just as Wharton's Cleave Mount Hua was about to come down on Bolan's head, Bolan turned his fist into a palm and slapped the side of Wharton's blade with one hand, forcing Wharton to change his move in response to that simple attack.

Wharton immediately changed the trajectory of his blade, turning the downward cleave into a diagonal slash. He avoided Bolan's palm while striking toward Bolan's chest. Seeing Wharton adapt so quickly, Bolan raised an eyebrow. Then he stepped back half a pace and kicked out, his foot landing directly on the flat of Wharton's blade just before it fell. Seeing his greatsword pinned under Bolan's foot, Wharton immediately abandoned it, clenched both fists, and threw a punch. His decisiveness made Bolan praise him repeatedly.

What followed was Bolan's one-sided beating of Wharton. Oh, no—this was an older brother's loving care for his little brother, delivered fist by fist. It was just that those fists were a little heavy. Heavy enough that the people watching nearby could barely bear to look!

As Bolan hammered Wharton, he suddenly thought how nice it would be if his second brother, Linley, were here too. With a trace of regret, he began raining punches down on Wharton even faster, as if he were giving Wharton everything he owed Linley as well. Wharton's cries instantly became three times more miserable.

At that moment, Linley, who was adventuring in the Magical Beast Mountain Range, suddenly felt the hair on his body stand on end, as though some ancient ferocious beast had fixed its gaze upon him. It frightened Linley so badly that he did not dare close his eyes for several days. Bebe on his body and Doering Cowart within the Coiling Dragon Ring both thought Linley had gone mad. Fortunately, Linley recovered after a few days.

The matter remained buried in Linley's heart. Only when Linley and Wharton next reunited did he learn that it was because his eldest brother had "missed" him.

Time passed amid Bolan's special training for Wharton, though the process was admittedly somewhat cruel for Wharton!!!

Tomorrow would be the battle between the genius Sword Saint Olivier and the legendary Dragonblood Warrior among the Ultimate Warriors. Chiyan City was already bustling with people, and discussion filled every corner.

Amid everyone's discussions, the day of the arranged duel finally arrived!!!