The pain from the abdominal wound made him pause inexplicably.
He lowered his head, looked at the wound on his abdomen, and unconsciously recalled the conversations he had with Benny before—
-"As long as you defeat one of them, all problems will be solved easily."
-"Is it possible?"
Is it possible?
This time, it seemed there was already an answer.
"When I first fought against Lola, I had just reached Level 1, had not formed any Seals, and did not even learn a single First Rank Magic. I was more than twenty times weaker than now... yet I still had the courage to fight with all my might, why am I now starting to doubt and feel fear?"
"[Ascetic Body Refinement] breaking through to Master Level, practicing the thirteen postures no longer increases Proficiency Level, daily lacking the whip of pain, has my will also degraded?"
"From entering the Magic Ring till now, all sorts of hesitations, worries, concerns... looking before and after, fearing the head and tail!"
"So I..."
