147 The Second World Quest

With sweat flying across the air, Ambrose continued swinging a wooden training sword at a wooden pole that was shaped like a human.

The Wisdom King sat in the distance while enjoying tea and watching the young man train. Whenever he didn't like what he saw, he shouted and made Ambrose correct it.

That happened multiple times, sometimes only separated by one minute.

Smash, smash—the wooden sword made contact with the human-shaped pole. He stabbed, cut, slashed, and chopped with unwavering determination.

Ding, ding—suddenly, Ambrose halted his attack as he heard several dings as if he had received a message from someone. However, when he checked his chat history, there was nothing.

Then a bright glow descended from the sky.

Ambrose looked towards the sunny sky and widened his eyes in surprise.

There was an announcement hovering high above.