He lacked a powerful, decisive attack. It needed to be powerful enough, lethal enough, and even capable of far-reaching damage. The stronger, the better.
His melee combat was awful. He was beaten to a pulp, unable to fight back, like a three-year-old child battling an adult.
These two points were what Alka had concluded he lacked most.
He sat bruised and battered beside the transporter, receiving treatment from Matlisa.
His melee skills were so poor that the instructor was shocked; he lacked even the means to protect himself.
So, the seemingly calm instructor gave Alka a harsh lesson, reminding him that even if he didn't rely on melee as a means of attack, he still had to possess them.
Such a weak melee attack was unbearable for him; it was practically meaningless to him.
"Why did you get so badly this time?" Jason asked from the side.
"You haven't even met the instructor yet, you don't understand." Alka sneered at him.
"Tsk, damn it." Jason curled his lips in disdain.
"Just wait, I'm going to clear this time." Hearing this, Alka glanced at the crystal dragon soaring in the sky.
He believed this. The crystal dragon's growth to a new stage should bring powerful feedback.
At this stage, the crystal dragon could already fly. It could only fly at low altitude and not very fast, but it was enough to excite her.
A loud noise suddenly erupted not far away, and a large amount of smoke and dust flew into the air.
Soon, Simon's several aircraft formed a stretcher and lifted Julia from the air.
Julia looked a little miserable at this moment, but her mental state had recovered considerably.
Seeing Julia's condition, Matlisa swam over and quickly provided treatment.
Fortunately, she only looked miserable, but her injuries weren't serious.
Pororo strode over. Seeing him approach, Lucelia quickly jumped onto his shoulders and shouted loudly into his ear.
"You hit me too hard!"
Faced with Lucelia's complaints, Pororo shrugged helplessly.
"It's just a way to vent. You can't blame me alone."
It was Pororo who had made Julia so miserable.
Julia's main job on the ship was a support, and while she was quite capable, she was clearly far inferior to Pororo in a head-on confrontation.
She had no choice but to appear rather miserable. After all, Pororo didn't have the strength to crush Julia, so he was bound to lose control at times.
But at least it wouldn't cause serious injury, or even death.
This was a sparring match, sometimes unavoidable.
After a while, Sofia emerged. This time, Sofia looked in good spirits, his body covered in dust and dirt, but with few wounds.
"Watch! This time, I'll definitely see the instructor."
Jason said, standing on the teleportation platform and disappearing.
...
A shimmering explosion.
It brought with it a beautiful rainbow sheen, and a multitude of translucent crystal pillars shot out.
A gigantic, ape-like creature was impaled by one of these crystal pillars.
The spreading crystal pillars began to solidify around him, then transformed his entire body into crystal, shattering into fragments.
It turned into ash.
The venue shifted, and Jason returned to his original location.
Watching the numbers on the gate in front of him change. Jason sat down on the ground, panting and breathing heavily.
After giving it his all, he finally won the battle.
However, Jason could see no injuries, simply exhaustion.
After recovering for a while, he stood up and pushed the stone door open with all his might.
He arrived at the fourth floor.
A floor of equal strength.
This floor was located in a valley surrounded by trees and rocks, with vegetation and flowers covering the ground.
It looked like birdsong and flowers blooming, filled with a natural and wild atmosphere.
"Hmm? Why is it different from what Alka said?"
Jason thought, somewhat curiously.
Alka and Sofia both saw the same environment: a circular stone training ground.
The only difference was the gender of the instructors.
Because of his race, Pororo appeared in a frost-covered ocean, and his training instructor was also a murloc.
He was an ancient murloc, a species of fish that no longer existed.
This meant that the entire Trial Tower had different instructors.
They would be assigned based on the individual trialists, striving for mutual compatibility.
Questioning this, Jason arrived in the valley.
Looking at his instructor, Jason froze in shock.
Not only him, but the instructor himself was also a little surprised.
"Human? Isn't he a dragonborn?" he asked, somewhat bewildered.
The instructor before him possessed dragon horns and a lizard-like head.
He stood 2.5 meters tall, his exposed skin covered in scales. Behind him, he sported a pair of enormous wings, resembling those of a bat, yet also a dragon.
A long, slender tail swung powerfully.
The entire scale was a pale red.
This was a dragonman, or perhaps a dragonborn.
A race that existed only in ancient times, at least that was what Jason knew; he had only seen it in a few records.
He hadn't expected his instructor to be a dragonborn.
"You've almost never made a mistake in the Tower of Trials tests. Let me see."
Beside him, a magical screen appeared, recording some of Jason's information. He was carefully examining it, trying to understand the reason for the current situation.
"Oh, I see. A human dragon warrior."
"I didn't expect to see a dragon warrior in this age of shattered worlds and departed gods. Ah, how wonderful."
He walked over, placed his hand on Jason's shoulder, and spoke as if chatting.
"You know, I haven't been out in ages. Dragonborn aren't even around these days. I don't know how many thousands of years it was since I last came out.
Speaking of which, I have to thank you. It's good to be out for some fresh air."
Jason didn't mind seeing the dragon man being so approachable.
"So you have your own consciousness? Then how did you become instructors at the Tower of Trials? Wouldn't it be uncomfortable to be locked up here all the time? I'd probably go crazy if it were me."
Jason asked from the side.
The dragon instructor patted Jason's shoulder heavily. "You're right, but fortunately, I'm mentally resilient and naturally a formidable force. The passing of time won't affect me at all."
Then he lowered his head and whispered in Jason's ear, "I'm telling you, don't tell anyone. We instructors are believers in the Achievers, known as Achievers. This title isn't earned by just anyone."
He raised an eyebrow at this, looking incredibly impressive.
"And I, Hollivux, am the best among these instructors. Ordinary mediocre people aren't even worth my training. Got it?"
Jason nodded at this.
"I see. That means I'm a genius."
"Yes, that's right." The dragon instructor patted Jason's shoulder with assurance, a look that said, "You're a genius." "Okay, enough small talk. Let me see what you're capable of."
With that, he flapped his wings and leaped off into the distance.
He turned and looked at Jason, extending his massive dragon claws and hooking them.
"Come on, attack."
Jason didn't hesitate. Crystal-clear magic appeared in his hands, shimmering like crystal.
Looking at the radiant glow of this magic,
The dragon instructor's orange-yellow eyes narrowed in surprise.
Jason waved his hand.
He released a large number of crystal pillars, which flew towards him in a scattered pattern.
Looking at the incoming crystal attack,
The dragon man ignored it, making no attempt to dodge. Instead, he raised his hands to meet it.
Several of the flying pillars struck his palms.
As the crystal exploded, magical energy, resembling a crystalline sheen, began to spread across his hand.
Preparing to envelop it, forming a crystal.
The final effect of this attack transformed the dragonman's entire right hand, from forearm to forearm, into crystal.
The dragonman stared blankly at his hand.
Watching this, Jason stopped attacking and stood still.
He asked.
"What's wrong with you? Why aren't you dodging?"
This clearly didn't look like a serious fight.
"This... this is an attack from the Prismatic Light Clan. With such power, it's a descendant of the Prismatic Light God."
He muttered to himself, looking at the attack in his hand, as if filled with shock.
"But the outside world has been shattered... The gods have all departed. Why? Why would such a being remain? It shouldn't be? Why?" He kept asking.
He was filled with disbelief.
Jason was watching from the side, scratching his head in confusion, feeling somewhat bewildered.
This instructor has a serious problem. Is he really capable? Is there anything wrong with him?
He thought with some worry.
It would be such a shame if his instructor had a problem.
After a long moment, the dragon instructor seemed to recover. He quickly came to Jason's side, looking down at him.
"Let me ask you, son, is the dragon you signed a contract with a crystal-like dragon?"
Jason nodded. "Yes, Urulius is indeed like crystal."
"Really? It's true!" the instructor roared in shock at the definite answer.
Jason couldn't help but tilt his head slightly.
A strong sulphurous breath erupted, and he could even see the sparks from his roar.
"Calm down, calm down. You're too impatient."
"Yes, yes, you're right. I was too impatient." The dragon instructor, whose scales had turned a faint orange-red, nodded quickly.
He took several steps to the side before calming down.
"Huh..." He took several deep breaths and finally calmed himself.
"Come on, come on, sit here. Let's have a good chat." The instructor dragged Jason by the shoulders and led him to a bench made of a huge log stump not far away.
He was clearly no longer in the mood to fight; before that, he wanted to resolve the confusion in his heart.
Jason was also very happy. It was clear that the instructor before him knew the crystal dragon race, which would allow him to better understand Urulius.
It was a win-win situation.
Jason sat, his head tilted as he looked at the huge dragon instructor before him.
She looked at him questioningly.
"Um... uh, you..."
"Call me Jason."
"Okay, Jason, let me ask you, how is the dragon you contracted with? Is she doing well? Is she growing well?"
Hearing this question, Jason looked at him strangely, but nodded.
"Very good. There's food and drink. I'm almost finished with all the gems."
"Haha, that's right, they do eat gems." He looked at Jason with a serious look.
"You little brat, no matter what, I must have enough gems. Do you hear me? If you let her starve, I'll rush down from the Trial Hall and tear your head off, even if I risk divine punishment."
He glared at Jason fiercely.
Faced with this look, Jason simply glanced at him and waved his hand casually.
"Don't give me that crap. Besides, I've got plenty of supplies. Almost all of my money has gone to her, so there's no need for you to tell me."
"You're a good kid, but I can't help but say something. I have a legacy in the mortal world, my own personal vault, and it's filled with gems."
Hearing this, Jason whipped his head around. Such a good thing was on his side.
When it came to gems, Jason could only say the more the better. He'd take as many as he could get.
"I can't tell you now. I'll tell you once you've met my requirements and completed the trial," the dragon man said, looking at him.
Then he patted his butt and stood up.
He walked to the center of the valley.
"Alright, come here, Jason. You'd better grit your teeth and train hard. I'll train you hard, don't expect me to show any mercy.
You carry a fate you dare not even imagine. You must bear it and move forward, and your future is bright."
Looking at the dragon instructor's serious expression, Jason inexplicably thought of the goal they had set just a few days ago.
Do your best to save the world, or else destroy it.
The choice between savior and destroyer.
He didn't think there was any burden heavier than this.
But he still looked at him with a serious expression.
"Come on, I'll bite the bullet."
...
"Ouch, it hurts! This guy hit me so hard, he doesn't know how to hold back. Ouch~"
"Gently...gently, hiss!"
Jason, covered in wounds and swollen, appeared on the transporter platform.
He was receiving treatment from Matlisa.
Everyone gathered around, watching Jason's miserable state.
Jason's eyes were so swollen they were invisible, reduced to slits.
The various scars on his body were all caused by beatings.
His attackers had truly given him their all, maximizing the damage without endangering his life.
It was more like torture than training.
"What on earth did you do to deserve this torture?"
Alka asked beside him, his face twisted and serious.
It was painful to watch, giving me goosebumps.
"I said... I'd grit my teeth and tell him to come at me... but he broke my teeth," Jason said tremblingly.
He couldn't even speak clearly.
Alka glanced at the two missing teeth in Jason's mouth and silently closed his mouth.
After a moment's thought, he soothed, "It's okay. The feedback from the crystal dragon will help you grow new teeth. Don't worry."
"Wow... that damn instructor said the same thing." Alka's words not only failed to comfort Jason, but instead brought back bad memories.
"Uh..."
This made Alka feel a little embarrassed, and he silently closed his mouth.
The Crystal Dragon stood nearby, circling Jason, looking extremely worried.
"It's okay, I just looked miserable. Don't worry...hiss! Gently, gently."
It had barely lasted two seconds when he finally got hard again.
Matlisa, standing next to him, rolled her eyes.
"You should get some rest," Alka said, unable to bear watching any longer.
"Wait, wait until I'm better, and I'll tell you something," Jason said gravely.
Hearing this, Alka turned to look at him.
Looking at Jason's serious words and his serious eyes... slits, he forced a serious nod.
"No problem."
Then he turned and left.
Jason screamed again from behind.
"Sister Matlisa, please, please be gentler."
"You have so much to do. Are you still a man? Pororo isn't like you. Even when seriously injured, he doesn't scream."
"What? Humph, come on! If you scream again, I lose."
"Hiss!"
Hearing the rest of the words, Alka shook his head helplessly.
A trembling sound was heard in the distance.
From a distance,
A gigantic, seven-meter-tall elemental creature, formed from branches and rubble, was under attack.
It wasn't Alka and the others who were attacking it.
It was the Puppet Knights, led by Lucelia.
Lucelia had brought the Puppet Knights to the island to train them in combat skills, leaving the task of clearing out these elemental creatures to them.
This was a rare opportunity.
Lucelia's voice could be heard encouragingly.
"Keep going, sisters! We are the Puppet Knights, destined to save the world.
The sweat and hard work now will bring even greater glory in the future!"
"For the Legion! For Mother World!"
Hearing Lucelia's slogan,
The Puppet Girls responded one after another.
"When did she come up with that slogan?" Alka asked curiously.
Sofia, standing beside her, shrugged helplessly. How would she know?
Lucelia always had strange ideas, and she would always act on them.
"That's a good slogan, isn't it?"
"Indeed."