Instructor Miki's First Lesson

Overjoyed beyond expectation, I effortlessly extinguished the surge of deathly energy and cast forth a more refined weapon, wielding it like a sword to unleash a tempest of sand and stone.

This time, despite channeling the formless sword qi, I was unable to sever the third-tier treasure; the sword energy merely carved out jagged notches. The progress in mastering this martial art was woefully inadequate, as the condensed sword energy could only extend a mere one and a half meters. Recalling the incident where I startled Guan Ling with an errant shot, I raised my hand to intercept the air blade, releasing it with a swift whoosh.

The structure of the base was constructed from reinforced concrete, remarkably sturdy. Upon striking the wall, my emitted sword energy created a fist-sized explosion, embedding itself deeply, leaving a small pit over ten centimeters deep.

The wall bore a conical hole of considerable depth, astonishingly intact, which made me marvel at the quality of the construction. However, the commotion roused Juliette, who was entangled in the bedding, causing her to sit up with a startled cry.

Stop shaking the place!" With a flap of her wings, she leaped into my arms, fiercely gripping my neck and exclaiming, "I haven't had a good night's sleep in ages!

Just as I was starting to doze off, you create such a ruckus. I swear I'll kill you, you scoundrel...

My resistance was swiftly overshadowed by the thought that she resided within my Grimoire, questioning how she could possibly have been deprived of sleep for so long.

Your collection of beauties is quite entertaining, but it seems to have dwindled. You should gather more lovely girls, alright? Today's Instructor Miki, Guan Ling, and Ye Ying... they would all make splendid additions to your collection.

I forcefully pulled Juliette down, exclaiming, "Hey, get a grip!

You're a girl too; why the lecherous expression?

Being with girls is far more elegant than rolling around with two brutish men!

What on earth is yuri?

I furrowed my brow, sensing the conversation was steeped in an inappropriate atmosphere. I dared not inquire further, as the beauties in my collection were all freely available; I wouldn't mind how Juliette chose to play with them.

Rubbing my neck, which bore the marks of her grip, I tucked away the Grimoire. After spending considerable time contemplating the intricacies of sword energy, I could only discern that this particular energy was derived from unnamed true qi.

The transformation process was profound and elusive, with many aspects beyond my comprehension.

Besides the unique subtleties inherent in the mental techniques, the formless sword qi required a robust foundation of true qi.

It seemed that only through diligent practice of the unnamed martial arts could I master this pinnacle technique of the demonic path. Having already transcended the limits of the unnamed martial arts card amidst calamity, I could elevate my skills without relying on the card's abilities, given enough time.

Ascending to the tenth tier in both the Twelve Regular Meridians and the Eight Extraordinary Vessels would pose no challenge. As the night wore on, I too began to feel drowsy.

With little regard for Juliette, I pushed her to one side of the bed and collapsed into a deep slumber.

The following day, I was awakened by the ringing of the room's telephone, where Instructor Miki's melodious voice beckoned me to the training ground for a meeting.

After using my communication card to contact Guan Ling, the spirited girl was in the midst of a chaotic morning routine, preparing for her training under Instructor Gu Yali.

She seemed quite irritable at my interruption, curtly responding, "Don't worry about me!" before abruptly ending the call.

Good luck under that violent woman's command," I thought as I closed the communication card, hastily splashed water on my face, and left my room to seek out Instructor Miki.

The strength of the Demon Sealing Mercenary Corps was truly formidable;

my previous hasty visit had barely allowed me to absorb the details of the military camp's architecture.

This time, I discovered the camp was remarkably advanced, with tanks and armed helicopters stationed throughout. The soldiers clad in military uniforms appeared to be elite forces, far from ordinary troops. Many of them ignored my presence, but their cold, impassive gazes conveyed that any hint of hostility from me would elicit a lethal response; these were true war machines, ruthless beings with countless kills to their names. My ability to perceive the essence of these individuals stemmed from my studies on Skull Island;

soldiers were indeed different from ordinary people. The training ground of the camp featured over ten sections. Miki had summoned me to the second training ground, and upon locating it, I gasped in astonishment. Instructor Miki was clad in military attire, flanked by forty burly men who watched me with predatory eyes.

Today's training exercise is shooting. These are your targets; come now, draw your weapon!" "Which one should I draw?" I had numerous firearms at my disposal, but seeing the array of weapons in the hands of these soldiers, each exuding an aura of gunpowder, made it difficult to imagine which weapon could secure a decisive advantage in such a disparate combat scenario. "Any of them, as long as it can fire a bullet!

Miki smiled brightly, gracefully retreating into the cover of the training ground. The moment she departed, those forty men wasted no time, immediately squeezing the triggers. "Damn it! These bullets are real!" Activating my holy barrier, the transparent energy shield rippled under the impact of the flying bullets. I dared not linger, hastily maneuvering to avoid being caught in a barrage that could shatter my defenses.

To hell with it, let them shoot;

I refuse to believe they can breach my barrier!" With both hands raised, a heavy machine gun materialized in my grasp. Armed with a dynamic vision card and a perfect accuracy card, I was confident in my ability to engage without fear. The machine gun roared to life, flames erupting as I entered combat with the soldiers.

However, I soon recognized my shortcomings. The second training ground was complex, filled with obstacles. Miki's subordinates were seasoned fighters, adept in shooting techniques and masterful in utilizing the terrain to their advantage.

After half an hour of battle, despite my overwhelming firepower, I had yet to eliminate a single opponent.

They were merely ordinary humans, devoid of any supernatural abilities and not invulnerable monsters.

My heavy machine gun unleashed ferocious fire, and my holy barrier was impervious to bullets, yet I was unable to achieve any results, prompting a reflection on my tactics.

As I calmed my mind, every shift in the training ground became clear to me.

The heavy machine gun vanished, replaced by two pistols, and with a swift pull of the trigger, I dispatched a thin man with a shot to the head.