"This is about the source skill of swordsmanship. Although it is only elementary, it is the basis for practicing swordsmanship. Only by mastering the basics can you learn at a deeper level. Practice it well and don't waste your talent." Fuliei patted him.

Dill's shoulders, and left after saying that.

"yes."

Foley left, leaving Dill alone. Although his body was a little tired, he still chose to meditate and practice, recalling the battle with Foley just now.

Melee combat not only relies on the source power and relative elemental power of the source warrior, but also the fighting skills are very important. If you can practice swordsmanship well, it will definitely become a big help to you in the future.

He calmed down, and from now on, his Origin Warrior training would have a direction.

After meditating, he immediately started daily simple physical exercises, followed by swordsmanship exercises and magic source power cultivation. He spent the whole day in this training room.

The underground world could not be seen outside. It was probably late at night before Dill turned off the lights, left the training room and returned to his room to rest.

After a tiring day, he fell asleep easily. In the darkness of the night, what he didn't notice was that the lion's appearance appeared again on the dial of the watch on his wrist, with its eyes shining with a strange light.

In his dream, he saw a group of lions. He was still a human, but he was the only human being living in this group of lions. In a vague way, he didn't know the cause of the matter, and he could only vaguely see himself living peacefully with them.

Unknowingly, the screen turned, and he returned to the human world and became a leader, leading his men to fight on the battlefield of swords and shadows. In the intertwined lights, he was always like the lion galloping on the prairie.

He charges at the forefront of the battlefield, tearing apart every human being who stands in front of him. Because of this, he gradually reaches the pinnacle of humanity.

The scene changed again, and in the blink of an eye he no longer knew where he was. He only knew that he was very strong, and in front of him, five people looked at him indifferently. He did not remember what he had communicated with them, and then started a war inexplicably.

With the flash of swords and shadows, he couldn't see clearly the movements of anyone here. Everything seemed to have become extremely illusory. And finally, he saw a black beam of light, which seemed to condense all the negative emotions in his heart, just like all the hopes.

Being destroyed, delivering unbearable pain to him...

"ah!"

Dill suddenly woke up from his dream. The dark room was empty and he was still the only one.

Late at night, it was quiet outside, and the only thing Dill could hear was his own heart. At this time, his heart was beating extremely violently, beating heavily again and again, and every time it dropped, it brought a pain to Dill's heart.

At that moment, he immediately mobilized the magic energy in his body and surrounded his heart, easing the heart's beating frequency and alleviating the pain it caused him.

His breathing gradually returned to steady, and his heart returned to normal beating. He sat cross-legged on the bed, took a deep breath, and gently opened his eyes. Scanning his body, he noticed the lion's head emerging on the dial of the watch.

"Did you bring me the dream just now?" Dill asked softly.

There was still no sound, and his room was as quiet as ever.

Dill slowly closed his eyes, and the dazzling lion seemed to appear in front of him, very close at hand. He subconsciously stretched out his hand and tried to catch it, but the lion was just a phantom and could not be touched at all.

Are my dreams...all Harley's memories? The Lion of Light...

he asked himself.

Are these dreams because of this watch?

Dill suddenly figured it out for a moment. If this watch originally belonged to Harley, the light lion, then it would not be difficult to explain that the light lion that appeared burst out with such aura and killed the wood spirit ape in the beast hall with one move. But he

I don’t understand why the items belonging to such a noble and powerful man could appear there, and why are they calling me from all the way?

These questions bothered him, and as he tossed and turned and thought about it, he fell asleep again...

He forgot whether he had dreamed again.

When he woke up in the morning, Dill rubbed his groggy eyes, got up and stretched out, and his mind couldn't help but think of the dream he had last night.

Last night’s dream...what did it dream about, and why did it become blurry again?

Dill felt that the scene in the dream was very familiar, but what emerged were only vague fragments. The lion could only vaguely connect these stories.

Harley…

Dilmer recited the name and buried it deep in his heart. After washing, he simply had breakfast and walked towards the training room.

In the empty training room, Dill practiced as usual. After a simple warm-up, he took out the shocking sword that Frey gave him yesterday and practiced swinging it.

"White light sword." Dill shouted, stepped out with his right foot, and jumped up with his body. The white light at the edge of the shocking sword quickly spread from the hilt to the tip of the sword. With the release of Dill's source power, the sword tip

The white light shot out, condensed into a white sword light, and flew out.

The white light shines brightly on the human puppet at the target. The next moment, a sword mark of about half a meter opens on the chest. A closer look shows that there is still a faint source of power on it. If the target is a real person, this source of power can also bring

Burn-like pain.

This white light sword can be regarded as a superficial knowledge. If it can be truly understood, this sword should be able to take away the life of an ordinary person. If faced with a source warrior of the same level, it can also cause considerable damage.

Dill thought as he wiped the sword surface that had become dim again and smiled.

"Learning basic source skills in one day is not bad." Just when Dill was still a little happy, a familiar voice came to his ears.

"Master." Dill immediately shouted respectfully. This rather cold voice was naturally his master Luo Jiu.

The master must have been here for a while, and he was fully immersed in the study of source skills, so he didn't notice the master's approach.

"I heard from Foley that you have a lot of talent for swordsmanship. Now it seems that calling you a genius is not an exaggeration." Luo Jiu said calmly.

"Master praised me, I just understood it faster." Although Dill said this, he was overjoyed in his heart. Master praised him, which was a reward in itself.

"Origin skills, even though they are only low-level source skills, will take a long time to learn and comprehend for a warrior-level source warrior." Luo Jiu said simply.

Dill nodded obediently, and then thought of something, "By the way, Master, I encountered something during the animal hunting activities..."
Chapter completed!