Run A Medical Clinic In The Abyssal World

Clang!

The two Judgment Swords clashed, and for the first time, Charlotte managed to block the Adjudicator's blade.

His hand gripping the sword felt a bit numb, and the longsword almost slipped from his grasp, but his eyes were sharp!

Power!

Their power was equal!

He had thought this would be a battle with an absolute disadvantage, but now it seemed that the Adjudicator's strength was on par with his own, without any advantage.

One-sided slaughter was an absolute advantage in terms of skill.

This was a fair duel.

Of course, it was relative.

"Not bad, but having the courage to draw your sword is not enough," the Adjudicator chuckled softly.

The dark figure moved past, like a ghostly leap, and the intersecting black longsword spun around, once again sending a head soaring into the sky.

"Judgment Sword, Second Form: Spinning Slash."

As Charlotte soared into the sky, he admired the elegant arc of the longsword and the Adjudicator's ghostly footsteps between the light and shadows.

Charlotte retreated to the edge of the stone platform and asked, "What footwork is that?"

"The Three Thousand Shadows. If you learn it, it will be yours," the Adjudicator replied. His figure shot out once again, crossing several meters in an instant, beheading Charlotte with a single sword strike.

...

From pain to numbness, Charlotte didn't know how many times he had been killed.

But with each death, his memories didn't disappear. Instead, they became even more profound due to the pain of the moment of death.

His sword was no longer unsheathed in advance but remained in the scabbard, waiting for the Adjudicator's countdown to end before swiftly drawing the sword.

Clang!

The longswords clashed once again.

The Adjudicator stepped forward with his left foot, swiftly moving past, and the longsword spun around, aiming for Charlotte's neck from behind.

But this time, Charlotte didn't stand still and wait. As the Adjudicator made his move, Charlotte also charged towards the left front, simultaneously swinging his longsword in a spinning slash.

Slash!

When Charlotte's head flew into the air, he saw the Adjudicator's left arm being severed, blood splattering everywhere. Finally, a smile appeared on his face.

When he revived again, the Adjudicator's severed arm had already regenerated.

But in Charlotte's eyes, there was no longer fear or retreat, only unyielding persistence and a strong desire for victory.

From being mercilessly slaughtered at the beginning to now being able to sacrifice his arm for a chance at victory.

It was like seeing a progress bar, and he gradually became excited.

Draw the sword, spinning slash, draw the sword, draw the sword, spinning slash, spinning slash...

Charlotte had lost count of how many times he had repeated and combined these two sword techniques.

Death was not meaningless.

Each death allowed the next death to be delayed.

Or... inflicted more deadly injuries on the Adjudicator.

...

Clang!

The sword was drawn from the scabbard, and the two figures on the stone platform dashed out almost simultaneously.

Intermingling shadows, a flash of swords.

No fancy techniques, only a clash of absolute power and speed.

One sword determined victory or defeat, life or death.

A bloodline appeared on the Adjudicator's neck, hidden beneath the black robe, then turned into a gushing fountain of blood.

Charlotte's left arm was severed at the shoulder, and blood gushed out as well.

"This time, I guess I've won," Charlotte sheathed his sword calmly and said.

"Yes, you've won," the Adjudicator also sheathed his longsword, "but you've only learned the surface. You're too weak. I hope when I see you next time, you won't disappoint me."

The hazy mist suddenly dissipated, and the dazzling sunlight poured down, causing Charlotte, who was accustomed to dim lighting, to instinctively close his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself back in the clinic.

He was still standing in front of the oil lamp, in the same posture of bowing his head and looking at the scroll.

Charlotte blinked, and the small figure at the center of the scroll was gone, leaving only a simple black sketch of a small sword.

Everything felt like a dream.

Death had occurred too many times, too repetitively, and the details had faded from his subconscious.

But every detail of the battle with the Adjudicator in that mysterious space was still deeply imprinted in his mind.

"Indeed, it's a martial technique given by the boss. Even the teaching mode is so unique..." Charlotte rolled up the scroll.

With his current level as a knight apprentice, he could probably only learn these two moves. He didn't know when he would enter this mysterious space again.

He casually picked up another scroll and quickly opened it.

The scroll unfolded, still only a foot long.

At the top, golden characters were written: "Three Thousand Shadows of Light and Shadow."

In the center of the scroll, there was a dynamic demonstration of a figure about the size of a matchbox, displaying the footwork.

Ethereal and substantial, the light and shadows flickered, no different from what Charlotte had learned from the Adjudicator in that mysterious space.

Below was a line of notes: First Stage of the Three Thousand Shadows - Flash of Brilliance: Agile footsteps accompanied by light-like speed. When practiced to the extreme, it allows for a hundred-meter instant flash.

Charlotte pondered for a while, realizing that the Three Thousand Shadows seemed to have different stages. When the first stage reached its extreme, one could achieve a hundred-meter instant flash.

He wasn't sure what level this was in terms of footwork and martial arts.

But if combined with the ultimate sword technique, it could easily take down a magician a hundred meters away.

Based on his current mastery in the mysterious space, he was far from achieving a hundred-meter instant flash, let alone light-like speed. At best, he was just agile in his footwork.

After scrutinizing the scroll for a while, he concluded that he had grasped the essence of the basic footwork taught on the scroll after learning from the Adjudicator. He then closed the scroll.

He had learned it, but when it came to martial arts, the master could only guide, and it was up to the individual to practice. He needed to arrange a time to continue honing his swordsmanship and footwork.

After putting away the scroll, Charlotte suddenly remembered that he didn't know how much time had passed in the outside world since he entered the mysterious space.

He opened the door slightly, only to see darkness outside without any signs of dawn.

He went upstairs and glanced at Vivienne's room. The healthy flush on the girl's face had receded, and she was sleeping soundly, even emitting a faint snore.

Fortunately, it seemed that the passage of time in the mysterious space was different from reality, but he still didn't know the exact proportion.

Next time he practiced, perhaps he could place an hourglass nearby to keep track.

Returning to his room, Charlotte hid the scroll in a hidden compartment under the bed and took out the black stone.

His finger swiped across the screen, revealing a new message:

[Light Chaser: The message has been sent.]

Charlotte's eyes brightened. The efficiency was quite high. He wondered when Kappas would receive the message and if he would be summoned back to the Imperial Capital.

[Miracle: Thanks!]

He replied to the message, then opened the chat box with the Hermit.

[Miracle: I've received the martial technique. Thank you very much.]

[Hermit: Perhaps the Adjudicator had a premonition, which is why he left the sword and cloak for you. Keep it up, young man.]

Charlotte put down the black stone, lost in thought.

That day, the Adjudicator had come, knowing that his magic source was damaged and unable to recover, yet he still passed on the black stone to him.

Now, he wielded the Judgment and trained with the Adjudicator's Judgment Sword and Three Thousand Shadows.

Perhaps, this was more of an inheritance.

Thud!

A muffled sound suddenly came from downstairs.

Charlotte instinctively grabbed the longsword beside him and swiftly approached the window.

In front of the door downstairs, two figures dressed in black skintight suits stared at the earth-yellow magical barrier in front of them, looking a bit stunned.

"What the hell!" In the distance, two Fox Guards heard the sound and rushed over.

"Damn it! When did they install a magical barrier? Let's run!" The two figures turned and fled, swiftly disappearing into a nearby alley, and vanishing into the mist.