Chapter 128: The young master wishes to train.
That was not the kind of thing someone with a weak body could accomplish, no matter how clever their tactics or how lucky their strikes.
When it came to actual combat, his skills were nothing to scoff at, but the product of discipline maintained through years when he had every excuse to let himself grow soft and complacent.
His father might have ignored him, while his mother pampered him and while the servants feared him to the extent of helping him practice, through all of it, Lucuis had kept training, kept pushing himself, kept refining the techniques that made him more and more fearsome.
' The number of contestants we have spotted along the way has grown even more as we climb higher. ' he noted, his eyes scanning the slopes above and below them where other examinees could be seen struggling against the same pressure that pressed against his own group.
