The Last Lesson (Please vote with monthly tickets, keep reading~)

In a single instant, Ais was whipped by the monster from the front line and sent flying into the rock wall at the very back.

Lefiya cried out in shock, "Miss Ais!"

She rushed to the base of the rock wall in a panic.

Ais propped herself up with her sword and slowly rose from the pile of rubble, dust coating her golden hair and cheeks.

She shook her arm, which had been numbed by the impact, and said, "I'm fine..."

At that critical moment just now, she had forcibly activated the magic Ariel, only just managing to deflect the brunt of the force.

Otherwise...

Ais locked her gaze back onto the unprecedented Man-eating Flower monster.

Judging by the strength of that blow and the total amount of magic power within its body, its power was at a level only reachable by a monster from the deep floors.

With her strength suppressed to Lv.1, facing such a monster made even self-preservation difficult, let alone fighting it head-on.

Ais took a deep breath and requested earnestly, "Lord Thor, please lift my seal! Let me return to my Lv.5 strength."

This monster was definitely not something a Lv.1 adventurer could handle; even she, forcibly suppressed to level 1, could not do it.

Thor briefly withdrew his gaze from the Man-eating Flower and swept a glance over the anxiety on Ais's face.

Having just obtained 102 Stardust, his physical constitution was roughly equivalent to a level 1 powerhouse with all attributes at 999.

But when dealing with this kind of monster, physical strength was actually the least significant factor.

"Ais. Today, I will teach you your final lesson."

A final lesson?

Ais widened her eyes as she looked at Thor, who was blocking the front.

Ais stared at Thor's upright back.

She immediately understood what Thor meant.

This was not just a battle; it was a demonstration.

He was going to use power equal to mine... to demonstrate what?

"Yes."

She replied in a low voice, her wrist turning slightly as she smoothly slid the Sword of Despair into the scabbard at her waist.

Bell and Lefiya saw Ais's actions.

Although their hearts were still shaken by the monster's power, their absolute trust in Thor outweighed their unease.

Without a word, the two tacitly put away their weapons and quickly retreated to a relatively safe spot in the rear, holding their breath.

Bell clenched his fists, his heart racing with a mix of nervousness and anticipation.

Lord Deity is going to take action himself!

Lefiya stared fixedly ahead, her palms sweating slightly from tension.

Miss Ais has even sheathed her sword... Lord Thor must have a way!

Thor withdrew his gaze from behind him and landed it on the uninvited guest before him.

"Since the students are watching... then let me finish you off in style."

As he finished speaking, the great storm sword in his hand instantly disassembled and reorganized, flowing with starlight as it transformed into the shape of a slender katana--Storm Cutter.

The blade flickered with a cold, chilling gleam in the dim light.

A blade from the Far East?

Ais looked at the weapon form Thor had manifested and immediately thought of weapons from the Far East.

Just as the thoughts of the three were surging, guessing how Thor would respond.

Thor's lips moved slightly, his low voice clearly piercing through the clamor of the Dungeon.

"Awaken."

BOOM!

In an instant, a massive cyan air current erupted from beneath Thor's feet like an explosion!

Violent gales instantly wrapped around his limbs and waist, his hair flying wildly in the frantic airflow, his clothes snapping loudly.

That familiar wind magic, that unique cyan radiance...

Ais's pale golden pupils contracted to the limit!

Ariel?!

A massive shock struck the depths of her consciousness like a heavy hammer.

This is impossible! This is her magic!

It is the magic her mother left for her!

Why can Lord Thor use this magic!

Lefiya exclaimed in disbelief, "Th-that is Miss Ais's Ariel?!"

She simply could not believe her eyes.

How could Lord Thor use Miss Ais's magic?!

In that very moment of shock, the Man-eating Flower monster ahead let out a piercing hiss.

Its massive body writhed violently, and dozens of thick, arm-sized vine tentacles tore through the air like a dense phalanx of spears, shooting toward Thor!

The speed was so fast that it left only trails of afterimages!

"Watch out!!!"

Lefiya's scream was purely instinctual; her heart felt as if it were about to leap out of her chest.

However—

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

A breathtaking scene unfolded.

The moment those tentacles pierced into the violent cyan airflow surrounding Thor, their trajectories underwent a bizarre deflection!

It was as if they had struck an invisible, slippery wall, or had been gently pushed aside by a soft yet irresistible force.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

Not a single vine managed to touch Thor!

They all grazed his body, slamming fiercely into the ground around him and embedding themselves deep into the hard rock, sending stone fragments flying!

It was as if clumsy spears had struck a slick, rounded shield, proving entirely futile.

"The, the attack... missed?!" Lefiya stood with her mouth agape, staring in disbelief at this inconceivable sight.

Thor hadn't even moved a single step!

Ais stared fixedly at the figure standing motionless within the violent currents, and for the first time, a drastic emotional fluctuation appeared on her cold face.

She saw it more clearly; it wasn't a simple dodge.

"No, it was deflected..."

When this Man-eating Flower had ambushed her, she had blocked the strike by clashing her own strength and wind magic against it—a head-on, brute-force collision.

But here...

Thor had changed the flow of the wind...

Ais clearly perceived that the violent wind around Thor was not raging chaotically, but under his exquisite control, it had formed an invisible force field of high-speed rotation with constantly fine-tuned directions.

The moment those lethal tentacles pierced the wind domain, their massive impact was skillfully guided and deflected by the rotating airflow, ultimately being neutralized.

Just like a boulder in a rushing river, causing the water to naturally flow around it.

The wind was no longer a shield; it had transformed into the most agile guide, borrowing the enemy's own strength to make the attacks deviate from their target.

Thor didn't even need to move an inch.

Ais felt as if her heart had been tightly gripped by something.

Is this... the true way to use the wind?

Having just finished his defense, Thor lowered his center of gravity slightly.

The instant the opponent retracted its tentacles, he whispered:

"Steel Tempest."

Without a shout, without even a hint of passion, Thor seemed to calmly slash twice at the air.

Swish! Swish!

Two peerless, sharp cyan blade arcs flashed almost simultaneously!

The thick tentacles beside him, which were harder than refined steel and had made Ais's arms go numb even when she blocked them, were instantly severed into countless pieces like fragile, withered branches, the cuts as smooth as mirrors!

Ais's pale golden pupils suddenly constricted.

So powerful...

She knew the defensive strength of that monster better than anyone.

Even with her Level 1 equipment, the Sword of Despair, it would be difficult to sever the monster's tentacles based solely on the weapon's sharpness without any elemental augmentation or skill buffs.

Yet Thor had done it!

This couldn't just be the sharpness of the weapon!

Ais focused her gaze, and her eyes instantly captured the key.

Coating the blade of Thor's katana was a layer of wind element as thin as a cicada's wing, yet compressed to the absolute limit!

Could it be... that he accumulated the power of the wind through those two previous slashes?

While she was stunned, the monster was thoroughly enraged.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The ground trembled violently as even more numerous and thicker cyan vines erupted from the earth like a swarm of enraged giant pythons!

Instead of attacking separately, they twisted and tangled frantically in the air, instantly coalescing into a terrifying pillar of mass greater than a battering ram, smashing down toward Thor!

The very air was compressed until it shrieked!

The power of this strike absolutely exceeded the limits expected of the tenth floor!

Thor's eyes were as calm as still water. Facing this terrifying onslaught that felt like Mount Tai collapsing upon him, he flipped his wrist, instantly triggering and releasing the condensed wind pressure on the blade of Storm Cutter.

"Whirlwind Slash."

The moment the blade swung, it did not produce the sound of a strike, but a wind howl like the roar of a dragon!

Hum—!

A massive tornado composed purely of violent wind pressure was instantly unleashed by Thor with a casual flick!

This was one of the techniques of the Wind-Riding Sword Style.

The profound sword art of a man once known as the Gale Swordsman!

The tornado whistled as it met the descending pillar of vines, and wherever it passed, the air was sucked dry, emitting a suffocating wail!