As the moonlit night fell, silver light cascaded down the windowsill. Lancelot took out the last bottle of Light of Revival, drank it, and then assumed the posture of the Gene Training Method, his Ability Energy development level slowly increasing.
After being identified as an A-level potential candidate, Lancelot continued to demonstrate an overwhelming rate of progress, surprising and delighting the Leite City, which increased its support for him time and time again.
From a monthly Crimson Notes 500,000, to 700,000, then to 850,000, and finally doubled to a monthly Crimson Notes of 1 million.
For a municipal government facing tight finances and routinely delaying the payment of civil servants' salaries, this is already quite acceptable.
Bank loan limits have also increased significantly, and Lancelot was able to borrow the maximum amount available.
He used all those Crimson Notes to buy Vitality Elixir and Light of Revival.
Although the Vitality Elixir becomes less effective with excessive consumption, it's better to have something than nothing, and the two elixirs work even better when used together.
Lancelot's rapid progress is largely thanks to the potions.
However, no matter how much medicine he used, it couldn't withstand his excessive consumption, and it was almost empty again.
Two hours later, Lancelot, having finished his training, took a shower, came to the living room, sat on the sofa, and dried his wet hair with a towel.
The three Burke were playing cards while discussing tomorrow's live-fire exercise.
Regarding the life-or-death agreement.
Cole was somewhat worried, but Burke was unconcerned.
Rui had clearly done his research, and even presented a data model to explain to the two of them.
"The special training camp's combat drills are divided into two parts: arena competitions and special operations. Deaths are generally rare, but someone is always seriously injured."
"Underestimating the enemy, carelessness, and recklessness are the main factors."
At this point, all three pairs of eyes turned to Burke, who was picking his nose.
The latter asked in surprise, "What's wrong? Why did you stop talking? Underestimating the enemy, being reckless, being careless, and then what?"
The three subtly shifted their gazes. Rui emphasized, "In short, we must act within our limits in the arena. During this special operation, the four of us must act and command as one. Everyone must obey Lancelot's orders. No joking around; this is a serious matter."
"Okay, got it!" Burke responded first, then shook Cole beside him, "I'm talking to you, stop joking around, be serious!"
Cole didn't want to talk to him, but then he suddenly remembered something.
His face was stiff and ashen. "Did you just pick your nose with that hand?"
"No!" Burke denied vehemently. "Am I that kind of person?"
"Go to hell!"
The following day, as the sun shone softly, casting dappled golden rays, the 57 members of the special training camp set off under the guidance of four instructors.
At the border between Leite City and Gelie City stands a majestic stone building. In a world accustomed to modern skyscrapers, this retro style is a refreshing sight.
Two buses slowly came to a stop at the entrance, and a group of people disembarked.
Lancelot looked up, and from top to bottom, several large characters came into view.
Sade Arena!
"Tarn, you're a little late!"
A burly Quebec People strode over, a hearty smile on his rough face. Not far behind him stood another group of people and two buses.
"At least I wasn't late!" Tarn replied indifferently.
"Haven't seen you for a year, and you're still the same. You must have been an ice block in your past life." Luca pouted and hugged Rosen, who also came to greet him. It seemed they were on good terms.
"Which city hasn't arrived yet?" Tarn asked as he had the training camp members line up.
"Gelie City Calais City are already inside, we just arrived, only Heisen City is left," Luca said with a shrug.
"Ha, Kaladona is still the same as always, always the last one to arrive," Bette sneered.
"There's nothing we can do, he's just that strong," Luca shrugged. "Although I can't stand his arrogant attitude, this guy is really lucky. Apparently, an A+ level potential user emerged from the Heisen City training camp this time, which is very close to S level."
"A+? He says A+ and it's A+?" Rosen said dismissively.
The Alliance does not have an A+ rating in its official assessment of the potential of Ability Energy.
However, because the gap between A-level potential individuals and S-level potential individuals is too large, Transcendent individuals privately refer to a portion of A-level potential individuals who are close to S-level as A+ level potential individuals to distinguish them.
The Fox Hunt Squad clearly didn't get along with Kaladona of Heisen City, so Rosen naturally wouldn't boost the enemy's morale and diminish his own.
drop--
Just then, a piercing horn blared from afar. The instructors looked in the direction of the sound and saw a black bus slowly approaching, stopping right in front of them.
The car door opened, and a thin, weasel-faced, long-haired, studded leather shoes, and red woolen overcoat middle-aged man stepped out and walked toward Instructor Tarn without hesitation.
"Is this a performance artist? Or cosplay? It looks like a red baboon." Burke quietly nudged Cole beside him.
"I don't know, but this outfit is really flashy. I'll get one too."
"Ugh~" Burke said with a look of disgust, "I knew I wasn't wrong about you..."
"Haha, Tarn, my brother, long time no see! How have you been? Did you get hurt on a mission? If so, tell me so I can have a laugh." Kaladona walked over with a grin, completely ignoring the angry glares from Rosen and the others, and opened his arms to hug Tarn.
The latter subtly dodged the attack, coldly replying, "Thanks to you, everything is fine."
"Don't be shy, come into your brother's arms. Don't forget that I almost lost my happiness as a man forever last time to save you."
"..."
When Lancelot first saw Coach Tarn's expression, it was as if he were constipated. He wanted to retort, but seemed to be holding back for some reason, and in the end, he could only keep a dark face and remain silent.
At this moment, the members of the special training camp in Heisen City also got off the bus.
Because they were so close together, the two teams were almost completely mixed up.
"See that? That's Heisen City's top star, Dekai Westmonton, known as an A+ level potential user with a composite Ability Energy. His specific ability parameters are unknown, but he's very strong." Instructor Jace stood beside Lancelot, nodded slightly to his right, and whispered.
Lancelot looked over and a tall young man came into view.
Dekai is not one of the three main races in the Alliance. He has reddish-brown skin, naturally curly hair, long eyes that resemble long knives, and a sharp gaze like that of a hawk.
This guy has very sharp senses. The moment Lancelot's gaze fell on him, he was noticed. Their eyes met, and an invisible spark flew.