Withdrawing his gaze, Liens once again charged towards the Wind Wolf.
During the charge, there was no longer any obstruction from small Wind Blades, which confirmed one of Liens' previous suspicions.
That was, after the Wind Wolf accumulated power and released a massive Wind Blade, it might have run out of energy, or it needed a certain buffer time before it could use its elemental abilities again.
The Wind Wolf saw its strongest attack dodged by Liens, and the opponent continued to attack it.
It wanted to let out a roar, but because its vocal cords were damaged, it could only stare fiercely at Liens.
Although it had lost its "strongest weapon" as a magical beast, this result also ignited the Wind Wolf's ferocity as a carnivorous animal.
A cornered beast fights with terrifying desperation.
However, what Liens wanted was precisely the joy of such a struggle.
Seeing the Wind Wolf rush over to meet his charge, a hint of madness flashed in Liens' eyes, and the corner of his mouth unconsciously curved upwards slightly.
The desire for slaughter in his heart began to excite him.
On the platform, the man sitting and watching this "dangerous beast fight" turned to the instructor standing nearby and asked his question.
"Are all the people trained here so crazy?"
"Although I don't know much about fighting, he seems to be deliberately not dodging the Wind Wolf's attacks."
"I shouldn't have seen that wrong, right?"
The man's face showed a puzzled expression, seemingly very confused by Liens' fighting style.
"Yes, except for that one irresistible attack, he deliberately didn't dodge at other times."
"His performance seems to indicate that he enjoys this mad fighting style of trading injuries for injuries, and Life for Life."
The instructor replied to the man.
"Is there any deeper meaning in doing so?"
The man again questioned the instructor.
"Everyone has their own characteristics. Integrating these characteristics into Swordsmanship is Sword Tendency."
"Perhaps this is his chosen Sword Tendency."
The instructor continued to answer.
Upon hearing this, the man no longer continued to ask questions involving professional knowledge and returned his gaze to the bloody battle below.
Liens and the Wind Wolf clashed again.
Facing the attacking claws, Liens chose to ignore them. He raised his longsword high and slashed down along the opening the Wind Wolf exposed by raising its foreleg.
The sharp claws cut through Liens' chest, once again taking away a large amount of his flesh and blood, but at the same time, the longsword also split open the Wind Wolf's chest.
Blood from both sides gushed out, mixing in the air and scattering onto the ground.
Liens let out a muffled grunt, then continued to swing his longsword towards the Wind Wolf's neck.
Seeing the longsword swinging towards its neck, the Wind Wolf instinctively opened its bloody maw, wanting to bite the longsword.
But in an instant, it realized that its mouth had been split open and it couldn't bite the longsword at all.
So the Wind Wolf subconsciously turned its head, wanting to dodge Liens' attack.
But the sudden pause caused by the change in movement already prevented it from dodging that slash aimed at its neck.
Liens' slash directly cut off more than half of the Wind Wolf's neck, and the gushing blood stained everything around it.
After being attacked, the Wind Wolf still wanted to counterattack, but unfortunately, the previous blow had already severed the connection between its head and spine.
It was powerless to fight back…
The Wind Wolf fell, but Liens dared not relax, swinging his sword again to completely sever the Wind Wolf's head.
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Liens slumped to the ground, panting heavily.
His wounds and the continuous exertion of his body made him feel an unprecedented weakness.
This weakness was not the exhaustion caused by the intense pain after enduring the contract's punishment.
Now, this weakness was more like physical exhaustion, as if Life was being stripped away.
If he ignored the physical pain, this feeling was quite similar to how Liens felt after his initial training.
The feeling of fatigue even surpassed the sensation of pain in his body.
However, Liens felt a sense of satisfaction in his heart.
A satisfaction from the complete release of the previously suppressed desire for slaughter at this moment.
Liens thought to himself.
Although this fighting style did not conform to his own Sword Tendency, he could not deny that this bloody, intense battle was indeed very suitable for releasing stress.
The slight frustration he had felt earlier from not being able to kill those few examiners also dissipated.
"Well then… let's continue."
"Time is like flowing sand in one's hand; although you can't grasp it all, every bit you can grasp counts."
As this thought appeared, Liens exited the current instance and continued to open the next round of instances.
Next, Liens continuously fought the Wind Wolf in the instance.
Deconstructing its fighting habits again and again, and killing it again and again.
Of course, in the later battles, Liens no longer used the previous berserker fighting style, but returned to his familiar Sword Tendency.
And with the strength of that Wind Wolf, as long as Liens was careful, it simply had no chance of counter-killing him.
In fact, later on, after gaining a sufficient understanding of the Wind Wolf, Liens could even kill it without taking any damage.
It could be said that now, apart from being a bit tough-skinned, that Wind Wolf was already in the category of a minor monster for Liens.
Even if it was tough-skinned, he could directly find its weakness and kill it with one sword stroke.
In between, Liens, who was a bit tired of killing wolves, thought about switching to another magical beast to chop up.
Unfortunately, the guard who fed the magical beasts was quite stubborn and firmly disagreed with Liens' suggestion.
Having no choice, Liens simply killed him with a sword, and then was killed by the instructor who rushed down.
So, people, listen to advice.
If that guard had listened to advice, he wouldn't have died twice, would he?
However, Liens also knew that this matter was probably not something he could decide; it was mainly arranged by the instructor standing on the viewing platform.
He dared not, and could not, arbitrarily change the magical beasts used for assessment.
Although he didn't have the opportunity to fight other magical beasts, as he understood the Wind Wolf more, Liens began to have a question.
How did it use Wind Blade?
Liens had dissected the Wind Wolf after killing it, but he hadn't found any "magic cores" or similar things on its body.
So, was it by its brain? Impossible.
As soon as this thought appeared, Liens immediately dismissed it.
He was unwilling to admit that his intelligence was lower than that of a wolf, and if it really relied on its brain, could Marvin's years of experiments and research not compare to a wolf?
So the only remaining guess was "body instinct."
The Wind Wolf could use Wind Blade, stemming from an innate talent, or an instinct granted by the bloodline of its body.
After confirming this point, Liens had new questions.
"What is my instinct?"
"How should I utilize my instinct?"
"What can instinct bring me?"
Thinking of this, Liens suddenly remembered Swordsmanship.
"Wind Blade is a technique, and Swordsmanship is also a technique. Since the Wind Wolf can use Wind Blade through instinct, can I use Swordsmanship through instinct?"
"Then how should I integrate Swordsmanship into my instincts?"
As this thought emerged, Liens instantly felt enlightened; he seemed to have found the "Sword Style" he had been pursuing.
Instinct ingrained in the bones is a style, and logic embedded in thought is also a style.
"Sword Style" is about integrating Swordsmanship into instinct and into one's own logical thinking.