Arthur quickly shook his head.
Impossible.
An army like that could never appear here.
If one really did appear...
He would be the first to join it.
Because...
It could truly bring light to this world.
But when Rick, who was demonstrating his training, saw Arthur shake his head, he clearly misunderstood.
"Dill!"
The father called out to someone nearby.
Immediately, a lean middle-aged man whose every muscle was packed into wiry strands walked over. He picked up a wooden staff with cotton cloth wrapped around one end and began striking Rick all over.
His head, chest, back, limbs, and crotch.
Not a single spot was spared.
"It hurts!
Then keep hitting until you no longer know what hurt is!
It's painful!
Then get used to the pain!
And then you can break through your current [Physique] limit!"
Rick spoke in a strong, resounding voice as the blows fell on him.
Then the wooden staff used to strike him was replaced with an iron rod.
And when the iron rod was replaced with spears, the blows became jabs and thrusts.
Jabs at his throat.
Thrusts at his groin.
Facing the attacks of two spears, Rick abruptly drew a deep breath.
Hum!
His already thickset body grew even bulkier at that moment.
The next instant, the spears jabbed his throat and thrust at his groin.
But neither could pierce him.
Instead, after Rick forced his way two steps forward-
Crack, crack!
With two sharp snaps, both spears broke in the middle.
No verbal description could be as convincing or effective as an actual demonstration.
That was what Rick thought.
Arthur instantly understood Rick's intentions as well.
At the same time, Arthur understood what he ought to do.
Clap, clap, clap!
The young 'Medium' did not stint on his applause.
Not only