The Wizard Path From The Simulator

In an ancient and luxurious room.

Arthur Wesley looked at the Milton Cheney in front of him, his gaze still filled with a touch of surprise.

Just a few days had passed, and Arthur had already accepted the fact that Milton was indeed born with Giant Strength.

He, as a father, was clueless about his own son’s talent of Innate Giant Strength.

Arthur felt he hadn’t been doing a great job as a father.

Had he been neglecting Vernon too much?

William had brought him the news that Milton was born with Giant Strength after the Hunting Day. He was confused at the time, even thinking he’d misheard.

He naturally knew what Innate Giant Strength was.

If he hadn’t examined it himself, he would have believed Vernon and William were playing a joke on him.

After Arthur personally examined and confirmed it, he didn’t hesitate to pass on the Golden Lion Breathing Technique to Milton, and also taught him the [Lionheart Slash], reminding Milton about it.

Every day since then, he would call Milton over to instruct him and teach him Knight Skills, showing great concern for Milton.

Arthur knew better than William the difficulty of activating the Life Seed for those with Innate Giant Strength.

During his early travels around the Kingdom, he had actually seen the [Knight of the Earth].

At that time, Terrence Mosley was not yet the Kingdom’s Epic Knight.

Even the [Knight of the Earth] stayed at the activation Life Seed stage for countless years.

But after becoming an Official Knight, the [Knight of the Earth] quickly became an Epic Knight of the kingdom.

He was the fastest person in the history of Frostwinter Kingdom to go from Official Knight to Epic Knight.

“Don’t worry, father, I am confident!”

Looking at Milton’s confident gaze, Arthur naturally couldn’t bear to dampen his son’s spirits, so he nodded with a smile.

Milton was naturally confident because he was now an Official Knight.

After bidding his father farewell, Milton returned to his small estate.

It had been several days since the end of Hunting Day.

As expected, Milton was the number one hunter, even though he hadn’t gone into the mountains to hunt for seven or eight days.

The reward for being number one in hunting was a Knight’s Sword, far superior to a regular Knight’s Sword.

Milton named this sword ‘Lionheart Sword’ to commemorate the first Knight Skill he mastered.

Since returning, Milton hadn’t idled for the past few days.

Every day, he would still set aside some time to spar with William, gradually improving his combat capabilities.

However, there was some bad news for Milton.

After activating the Life Seed, Milton tried to amplify the Life Seed by practicing the Breathing Technique. But the effect was almost negligible.

Even after cultivating the Breathing Technique for an entire day, the Life Seed still couldn’t be fortified in the slightest.

The enhancement he gained from days of cultivating the Breathing Technique was so slight, it was practically negligible.

It seemed as though this body could only reach the realm of an Official Knight.

Once achieved, it seemed to have peaked.

It was like some people who, even if they were taught the Breathing Technique, could never become knights in their lifetimes. This was the limitation of innate talent.

In this world, wizards were divided into Level 5 qualifications, and knights naturally had differences in talent as well.

But Milton wasn’t disappointed, because he had been mentally prepared for this.

From his very first simulation, he knew his Knight Talent was not high.

The realm of an Official Knight was achieved by him after three times of simulation in the simulator.

If it wasn’t for the simulator, he wouldn’t have been able to cultivate the Breathing Technique to reach the realm of an Official Knight in his lifetime.

But who would blame him for having the simulator.

In the simulator, none of this was a problem. If he wanted to break through from an Official Knight to a Grand Knight, all Milton needed was a few simulations.

Of course, there’s another method; to increase the proficiency level of the Golden Lion Breathing Technique.

If he mastered the Perfect Level Golden Lion Breathing Technique, even despite his low qualification, each round of practice would still be several times more effective than it is now.

…….

On the training ground, Milton Cheney and William’s figures interweaved, the crisp sound of their swords clashing occasionally echoed from the ground.

After suppressing their strength and sparring, the two sheathed their swords and stopped.

“Young Master, if you wish to improve your combat skills, I happen to know a place that might be just right for you.”

After they had stopped, William casually put his Knight Sword back onto the stand and spoke as if making small talk.

Milton Cheney was interested when he heard William’s words.

The simulator could provide him with realm and techiques, but it couldn’t give him the memory of real combat.

So the only thing Milton Cheney needed to improve was this aspect.

“Mr. William, may I ask where this place is?”

Milton Cheney asked curiously, while his mind began to search through his predecessor’s memories.

William said: “The Golden Lion Coliseum!”

As these words were spoken, the memories of the Golden Lion Coliseum sprung up in Milton’s mind.

Unlike some underground coliseums, Golden Lion Coliseum was a certified gladiatorial arena established by the Golden Lion Family, which was Milton’s family.

The coliseum was legally recognised, but the people inside could be a different case.

Filled with every sort of character, it could probably be described as one of the Far East Territory’s largest dens of iniquity.

Even many nobles enjoyed this Golden Lion Coliseum.

Every year, the sheer amount of gold coins raked in by the Golden Lion Family from this coliseum was astronomical.

William was right, this place would definitely help him improve his real combat skills.

Because not only knight apprentices and quasi-knights go there, even some official knights kept by nobles went there for the money.

Observing Milton Cheney deep in thought and silent, William thought he might be worried about his own safety.

“Young Master, you could participate in some friendly duels in the coliseum. Your strength shouldn’t put you in great danger, and I can accompany you.”

William stated softly, trying to alleviate some of Milton’s concerns.

“There’s no need, Mr. William. An eagle chick that always lives under the protection of the eagle will never become an eagle.”

From Milton Cheney’s words, it was clear what he meant.

William’s expression became slightly stern.

“No, the Earl will not agree to you going alone.”

What William said was correct.

All matters in the coliseum could change in an instant, and naturally, Earl Arthur would not feel comfortable letting Milton Cheney go alone.

If something were to happen to Milton Cheney in the coliseum established by their own Golden Lion Family, it would be a huge embarrassment.

But if there was not the slightest pressure, Milton Cheney’s improvement would also be very slow, which would contradict his intention.

So, Milton Cheney said, “Mr. William can go with me, but you have to promise me that you will not intervene unless it’s a matter of life or death.”

Upon hearing Milton Cheney’s words, William furrowed his brow and seemed to be thinking. After a while, he agreed to Milton Cheney’s conditions.

“Alright, but I need to inform the Earl first.”

In the meantime, Milton Cheney had already sorted out all the memories about the Golden Lion Coliseum in his mind.

Besides the friendly duels that William had just mentioned, there were also deathmatch duels and dragon and tiger duels in the coliseum.

A friendly duel was just an exchange of skills where if one side surrendered, the other side won. Friendly duels could not result in a loss of life.

Deathmatch duel, as its name suggests, is a fight where only life or death mattered. If one side died, the duel was over. Even surrender had no effect.

As for the dragon and tiger duel, it was essentially a bet-fight.

In the Golden Lion Coliseum, apart from dragon and tiger duels, all the other fights did not support gambling.

Of course, whether there were private bets, Milton Cheney did not know. After all, it was hard to avoid such things in places like this.

“The Golden Lion Coliseum.”

Milton Cheney mumbled to himself.

It seemed as if the blood-drenching duels were unfolding before his eyes.

But not an ounce of fear could be found in his heart, instead, he felt an indescribable anticipation.