Witnessing Cataclysm, Replicating Cataclysm, Soldiers: Heroes are Truly Overwhelming!

'Divine Realm' martial skills, skills so powerful they instill fear even in other heroes—were now being taught to a man who did not yet have the title of hero.

The soldiers had seen Hector teaching Night his throwing technique with their own eyes!

The terrifying scene, no matter how many times witnessed from a distance, remained immensely shocking each time.

If Night was only learning basic weapon techniques from Lord Hector, the soldiers wouldn't have thought much of it.

But it was at that moment that they realized just how much Hector valued Night.

The soldiers initially believed that Night had no chance of mastering the throwing technique.

Such superhuman strength couldn't be learned through mere practice, could it?

Had they felt the overwhelming disparity in power, they would have given up long ago.

Yet, seeing Night continuing to train in the throwing technique with Hector over the past few days, and seemingly making progress, the soldiers were left bewildered.

Could he actually master it?

Seeing Hector's genuine joy and amazement during their discussions made it seem truly possible.

Because of this, the soldiers came to respect Night deeply, even if he had only grasped the basics of the so-called "Divine Realm Martial Skills."

The soldiers didn't care whether he had truly reached the "Divine Realm" or just touched its surface.

To them, Hector's powerful throwing technique was already linked with such lofty concepts.

In their minds, it was already incredible enough!

And Anyone capable of learning such an impressive skill naturally deserved their admiration.

"Another master on the path to heroism…"

"How enviable, to become a hero…

If only I had such strength, the girls in Troy would surely welcome me, letting me choose among them."

"You better wash up and go to sleep, you can talk in your dreams…"

"Can a human truly learn a skill as catastrophic as a natural disaster just by witnessing it? It's simply too unbelievable."

As a few soldiers chatted and joked, they burst into laughter.

If Night had become Hector's confidant due to a single outstanding performance, they might have felt envious.

But when he displayed potential far beyond that of an ordinary person,

they felt only respect and admiration.

On the other hand,

Night had been constantly revisiting that remarkable spear throw in his mind these past few days.

Focusing his mind, body, and spirit into a single point, even a mortal body could achieve an earth-shattering strike!

As the saying goes, the beginning is always the hardest.

Having overcome the toughest part of sensing 'qi,' the rest became easier.

By continuously mimicking Hector's stance, he could replicate a basic form of the technique, harnessing his life force into a powerful strike.

Though it was still too far from the force of Hector's throw that day.

Even so, his attacks now far surpassed those of ordinary soldiers.

Hector noted Night's diligence with approval.

Although, due to time constraints, he stopped sparring with Night and focused on speeding up their journey.

Yet even then, Night continued to train secretly at night.

Having learned the ancient Greek heroes' method of strengthening the body,

Night could enhance his strength, nourishing his life force in a perfect cycle, becoming more vigorous with each training session.

This, however, increased his hunger, and they soon ran out of the provisions brought from Troy, forcing them to hunt for food in the forest.

Of course— Hector's help was indispensable in this.

During this time, Night also picked up basic hunting skills from Hector.

For the heroes of the Greek world, surviving in the wild was almost a given.

They were like masters of wilderness survival.

Night gradually began to understand why heroes like Heracles, who could go days without sleep, fought so ferociously against powerful monsters, as if they were fueled by endless energy.

At first, he thought it was due to their demigod bloodline, granting them immense strength and rapid recovery.

But it wasn't just in the Greek world.

In Celtic mythology, Norse mythology, and others, stamina was an essential trait for renowned heroes.

Good endurance was the foundation of becoming a great hero.

Especially on the battlefield—if one could only fight briefly before tiring,

charging into enemy lines solo would be suicide.

Heroes like Achilles and Hector, who could rampage on the battlefield without tiring, were masters of this skill.

They could fight for days without fatigue.

Besides possible mental exhaustion, their physical stamina was unmatched.

The method of the ancient heroes' bodily training was indeed extraordinary.

No wonder there were so few tales of heroes being overwhelmed by ordinary soldiers.

Finally— on the eve of their arrival at Thebes, in the forest, Night stood ready, taking deep breaths, eyes closed, feeling the power in every part of his body, using his breath to harmonize his spirit and life force until they resonated perfectly.

As time ticked by in the endless silence, like an hourglass, there was nothing else to mark this still moment in time.

Finally—

BOOM!!!

In an instant, his mind, body, and spirit merged seamlessly.

This was the moment!

Feeling it, he hesitated no longer.

Learning the throwing technique from Hector and adding his own insights, he hurled his spear with sudden force.

The throw had an additional spiral energy, like a swift wind, resembling a meteor streaking across the sky.

The spear pierced through towering trees, finally embedding itself in a distant rock.

Applause followed.

Hector, who had been watching for a while, exclaimed, "You managed to pierce the trees without completely destroying their insides.

Even though your strength is far from mine, your efficiency in destruction is impressive.

Thinking of making the spear spin to increase its penetration—Night, you are truly a genius.

You were born to be a hero for battle.

I can't wait to see you achieve feats that astonish even the gods."

"Thank you for the praise, but my strength is still lacking, Hector.

Is there any way to significantly increase my power in a short time?" Night asked.

They were about to reach Thebes, and with any luck, they might encounter Achilles the next day so Night felt an urgent need to grow stronger.

Could his current combat strength allow him to face Achilles?

While Hector's support might ensure success, he didn't want to drag Hector into this fight.

The greatest hero of Troy, capable of piercing Ajax's mighty shield,

was no match for the invulnerable demigod.

If they fought one-on-one, the outcome would likely be as tragic as the original story, ending in Hector's death.

Having received so much from Hector, Night didn't want to use him as a sacrificial pawn for his own goals.

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