Chapter 112: Chapter 112

The so-called Force-Sensing sparring was actually what Ron considered to be Tai Chi Push Hands. The Knights of this world trained their control over force through Force-Sensing sparring.

“Force-Sensing” was merely a general term. During the actual sparring process, both solid and void were present. Even blending the void with the solid or the solid with the void was perfectly acceptable; it all depended on individual execution.

And right now, what had drawn Ron to stop and watch was two shirtless Knights gripping each other’s arms. What drew Ron’s attention wasn’t only because they were engaged in Force-Sensing sparring training.

Ron was highly interested in this form of training, viewing it as a shortcut to quickly mastering the Whole-Body Force state.

There was also the extraordinary control over force that the two Knights displayed. During their sparring, they inevitably bumped into the onlookers around them. Perhaps at first, no one thought much of it.

But when every single onlooker who was merely grazed stumbled as though they had lost their footing, the two men’s sparring immediately attracted the gaze of everyone in the garrison camp who could see the exercise, Ron included.

Quite a few people even gathered around the two of them. After exchanging glances with companions who had come to watch, they gradually shrank the circle of spectators.

But the sparring continued. No matter how many people gathered around or how urgent the crowd pressed in, the two acted as if they hadn’t noticed a thing. Their forms darted and whirled, moving with extraordinary speed across the training ground.

With practically every shadow that flashed past, a Knight in the crowd would seem to lose all strength, stumbling and faltering on a footstep, before catching himself and immediately straightening up again.

Ron couldn’t see the full truth of this spectacle for the moment; he could only observe the portion the two men displayed to the crowd. Yet even so, it was enough to leave him thoroughly amazed.

Were those two carrying an electric charge?

Had he seen such a scene before his transmigration, he very well might have concluded that the two men were electrically charged. Of course, the greater likelihood would be assuming that the onlookers and the combatants were all in cahoots, working together to run a scam.

But in this world where Transcendent power existed, Ron was practically one hundred percent certain that there were no “special effects” involved, let alone any “accomplices.” Everything was purely a result of their own strength.

At this moment, Abe leaned close to Ron’s ear and whispered: “Those two are both Intermediate Knights just like the Captain. Not just their hands and feet, but any part of their entire body can serve as a conduit for channeling Whole-Body Force. Even the slightest graze from their bodies is nearly equivalent to our full-power strike.”

“Truly beyond imagination!” Ron couldn’t help but exclaim in admiration.

Seeing this, a trace of anxiety flashed through Abe’s eyes, and he hastily tried to persuade Ron: “You have excellent talent and will definitely become an Intermediate Knight in the future. But for your training before then, no one can compare to our Captain.”

Abe’s demeanor, looking as though he were terrified Ron might slip away, amused Ron. However, Ron didn’t say much. He simply began shifting his feet, feigning casual movement, before slowly drifting toward other areas of the camp.

By the time Ron had already shifted half his body away, Abe finally snapped to attention and hurriedly caught up, while still rushing to explain: “Earlier, the Captain said he wasn’t as good as Morris, but in our hearts, the Captain is no worse than Morris.”

The relative strength of Intermediate Knights wasn’t easy to judge, because at this stage, a person’s individual prowess was no longer the sole decisive factor. The most typical example was the Transcendent Weapon.

Monte simply wasn’t skilled at teaching apprentices, which was why his reputation didn’t stand out. But the fact that he had been selected to serve as the patrol team captain safeguarding Ron’s inspection of the territory was a testament to his strength.

Such an important mission naturally required a squad of sufficient capability.

Ron had no desire to discuss Monte’s merits or demerits with Abe. He only wanted to complete his initial understanding of this garrison camp as quickly as possible.

Beyond the oversized training grounds reserved for personnel drills, the camp also housed specialized training facilities designed for Knights to conduct training with a greater emphasis on technique.

Strength training, on the other hand, was conducted on the training grounds. In fact, it could basically only be conducted on the training grounds.

…

Around the time Ron finished a full circuit of the camp, Monte returned. Although he came back alone, he brought with him a sheet of paper. From a distance, Ron could already see writing on it.

“Captain Monte, I’ve finished looking around the camp. What do I do next?”

“This paper is for you. Read it here in the camp, and burn it when you’re done.”

Captain Monte pressed the sheet of paper into Ron’s hands with noticeable tension, then said in a hushed, conspiratorial tone: “Paper is a special Wizard Legacy that we are now able to produce freely. So, you understand. Try not to keep it on your person, especially when there’s writing on it.”

“Understood. I’ll be careful.”

Ron nodded in agreement. In truth, if it was only a few sheets of paper, carrying them wouldn’t pose much of a problem. If there was writing on them, then yes, it could potentially attract an Evil Spirit Invasion.

But it was only a possibility. Evil Spirits didn’t just materialize out of thin air. Ron was currently under the protection of the territory’s Order. Even if these sheets of paper carried some issue, an Evil Spirit couldn’t just charge into the territory to come after him.

Furthermore, compared to a quasi-Knight carrying only a few sheets of paper, the territory itself had a far stronger presence. If an Evil Spirit did invade, it would attack the territory itself first, not specifically seek out Ron.

Still, Ron accepted Captain Monte’s reminder graciously. After all, no matter how low the risk, eliminating it entirely was naturally more agreeable to him than merely minimizing it.

Then, he carefully unfolded the sheet of paper. But before he could examine it closely, Abe could no longer hold back a laugh:

“Ron, Ron, the Captain’s pulling your leg! There’s no need to be so nervous. It’s just a copied excerpt from a Knight training manual. Relax, you can read it freely. Nothing’s going to happen.”

At this point, Monte spoke up again: “No, you still need to burn it after reading. A Formal Knight’s training manual generally shouldn’t end up in the hands of an apprentice. While it’s not a severe offense, it could still affect how the higher-ups evaluate you. So make sure to burn it as soon as you’re done reading.”

What Monte didn’t say was that he was actually taking a risk himself. Recklessly providing an apprentice with knowledge beyond his level did carry considerable risk. If it ended up ruining a genius, the sin would be entirely on his shoulders.

Fortunately, he had already inquired extensively about Ron’s situation, including his firsthand observations from spending the past several days with Ron. Based on his judgment, Ron reading this portion of the training manual shouldn’t be a problem.

…

Only then did Ron clearly make out the words on the paper. Every line described the training content for Formal Knights in extremely plain, straightforward language, as though the writer were terrified he might overthink things.

Suspicion flickered in Ron’s eyes. This probably wasn’t the original text of the Knight training manual, but rather a simplified translation produced by Monte or someone else!

To an intellectual, this meant only one thing:

“What a truly detestable world!”