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It doesn't possess any strange abilities; it's a pure warrior type, perfect for you to practice the God-Slaying Spear Technique.
Zhongli agreed with Scáthach's arrangement and also wanted to try out the God-Slaying Spear Technique in actual combat.
I want to take on someone alone; it feels like something supernatural.
However, Scar hadn't finished speaking.
"Furthermore, you are not allowed to use any supernatural powers outside the Spirit Field Furnace this time."
Your supernatural powers are indeed strange and powerful, but relying on them too much will only lead to your death.
Think about how long it's been since you felt passionate and laughed heartily.
Remember, you are a warrior first, then a warlock.
Scáthach used the wisdom of her magic mirror to see Zhongli's experiences.
She was very satisfied; he was a born all-rounder.
He is someone with the potential to reach the true pinnacle of the world.
Later in the story, Zhongli encounters a supernatural event that awakens his spirituality, and he begins to deduce various spells.
When their strength increases rapidly, changing every day.
Her brows furrowed deeper and deeper.
Until she saw Zhongli, she was sent flying by the Great God of War's spear.
The problem was found to be very serious.
Zhongli's fighting instincts and combat mindset are fading.
An attack that could have been deflected and bounced off with a little effort and a twist was instead blocked by supernatural powers.
It is true that Zhongli has become powerful under the influence of supernatural powers and magic.
But he was no longer an all-powerful warrior, but became a simple sorcerer.
They place all their hopes on spiritual arts and supernatural powers.
Such people often possess strong abilities and considerable destructive power.
But these are all appearances. Once the magic and supernatural powers fail, they are lambs to the slaughter.
Even if it doesn't fail, the brief interval between spells and supernatural abilities is enough for someone to kill you.
What Scáthach loved most was slaughtering gods who were famous for their magic.
Because they are the easiest to kill; one stab and they're dead.
The students she has placed so much hope in are now heading down this dead end, becoming lambs to the slaughter.
Therefore, she had to correct Zhongli's increasingly reliant mindset on magic and supernatural powers.
This allows Zhongli to return to being an all-around warrior, no longer relying solely on supernatural powers or magic, nor solely on physical martial arts.
Instead, it integrates the two approaches and applies them with an attitude that anything can lead to victory.
This is the true all-around warrior.
Hearing Scáthach's final, serious words of advice.
Zhongli stopped in his tracks as he was about to step out of the demon coffin.
How long has it been since he laughed heartily or felt passionate?
It seems that after the Corpse Demon, he never laughed wildly or felt passionate again.
Some are constantly thinking about the open application of supernatural powers and techniques.
It seems the thrill is gone, replaced by a constant feeling of calculation.
Having figured all this out, Zhongli felt a weight lifted from her shoulders and let out a long sigh.
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“I know what to do, Master.”
Having said that, Zhongli raised his hand and beckoned.
Summoned from the demonic coffin, the earth spear, refined into a magical artifact, was held in his hand.
He then took a step forward and jumped out of the demon coffin.
Seeing that Zhongli had realized what was happening, Scáthach revealed a stunning smile.
"He's a very obedient little master."
Then, he lightly stepped on the ground, and the 24 primordial runes formed a propulsion spell.
They pushed the demon coffin to the sky above the battlefield to watch the battle.
……
Hongmin Road.
She had long black hair, wore a white headband, a blue spaghetti strap dress, and a small bag slung over her shoulder.
Kasumigaoka Utaha wore black stockings that hugged her long, rounded, and fleshy legs.
He was walking down the street with a puzzled look on his face, as if he were just strolling around.
Today is Tuesday, and she is supposed to go to school.
But then she remembered yesterday afternoon when she used Zhong Li's name to trick editor Machida Sonoko into revealing the truth.
She's been depressed since yesterday, which is why she doesn't want to go to school today and just wants to go shopping to cheer herself up.
"How could the Martial God Teacher be Zhong Li, that violent maniac?"
He should have been an elegant historian of heroes.
It's really disillusioning.
No, I need to get a sundae to calm myself down.
Kasumigaoka Utaha is in a bad mood and unable to accept reality.
I want to have something sweet to cheer myself up.
But before she could even enter the nearby dessert shop...
A red blade of light swept across her face.
Dozens of people were cut in half at the waist on the spot, and several children had their heads blown off.
Blood spurted out, intestines littered the ground, and a few bits of white brain matter were mixed in.
However, this was not the most terrifying part. A red light streaked across the crowd and shot straight towards the tall buildings across the street.
Whoosh, rumble...
A building tens of meters high was slashed by the red light and collapsed instantly.
Following the high-rise buildings that were subsequently cut down, they collapsed one after another, like dominoes falling.
"Uh uh..."
The scene was excessively bloody and shocking.
Kasumigaoka Utaha was so startled that she didn't know how to speak or react.
He could only open his mouth slightly and make a "uh uh" sound.
Her plump, fleshy, long legs, encased in black stockings, trembled incessantly at that moment.
"It's so exhilarating, this surging vitality, this delicious fear."
I feel power surging within me; I want more killing.
Utaha Kasumigaoka, and a group of others who were lucky enough to escape being killed.
Hearing the hoarse words in his ear, he turned his head to look.
Inside the alley where the red light had flown out earlier.
A middle-aged man dressed in a pure black kimono, holding a scarlet katana, looking disheveled, with his hair tied in a ronin-style ponytail, walked out.
With just one glance, everyone present knew who this person was.
That's the information automatically flowing into their minds, letting everyone know who this person is.
“Battousai… how could it be Battosai?”
Battosai died back in the Meiji era.
Kasumigaoka Utaha, who was well-versed in literature, was filled with fear and disbelief.
The person I saw was Battosai.
And was Battosai in history really that powerful?
Can a single slash cut down a row of buildings?
is that a lie?
While Kasumigaoka Utaha was still in shock.
Battosai's gaze had already turned towards them, and he grinned maliciously.
"Fear me, revere me, and become my strength."
As he spoke, he drew his sword and charged forward.
In less than a second, he rushed into the crowd behind Kasumigaoka Utaha.
With his blood-red katana in hand, he calmly and methodically slashed through the crowd.
Battosai was not as he initially appeared.
It unleashed a massive red blade of light and began to wreak havoc.
Because he needs fear, new fear, extreme fear.
He wanted to expand his influence and let more people witness his terror and power.
Thus, as a legendary species, the breadth of his power will become increasingly vast. 697
Killing to seize life force, on the other hand, enhances his existing power.
The reason he dared to be so audacious today, starting a killing spree in the middle of the day, was because he was about to reach the pinnacle of the world. (World Limitation)
Once you reach the top, no one can rival you.
His bloodthirsty killing technique is unmatched.
Click, click, click...
Kasumigaoka Utaha listened to the screams and the sounds of blades slicing through flesh coming from behind her.
Her delicate face turned pale with fright, and her pearly teeth trembled and chattered incessantly.
Fear, unparalleled fear, fear permeated every cell of my body.
She wanted to run, but she couldn't.
Fear turned Kasumigaoka Utaha into a block of wood.
They could only move when the blade was about to strike and they were finally free.
Kasumigaoka Utaha was filled with regret.
Why did I have to take the day off today to come out and relax?
Why would she be jealous of Zhongli's genius and go shopping?
That's right, that's why she was feeling down.
Zhongli is too talented, too perfect.
Even though she kept saying that Zhongli was a violent maniac.
Isn't this also an affirmation of Zhongli's domineering nature?
Compared to that, her proud identity as a novelist is...
Like ants on the ground, unaware of the immensity of heaven and earth.