Who Says I’m Not a Legitimate Adventurer?

After adjusting his emotions,

Lance did not choose to rest.

He turned around and took out the full set of alchemy tools and the raw materials for making Hemostatic Ointment from the cabinet.

Under the dim yellow lamplight, the liquid in the crucible began to boil.

Lance skillfully stirred, controlled the heat, and added supplementary ingredients.

His movements were more practiced than a few days ago, every step precise.

Time quietly passed amidst the busyness.

Only when the last jar of green ointment cooled and solidified did Lance finally stop.

【Basic Potion Crafting Proficiency +9, LV2 (23/400)】

Looking at the system prompt, Lance frowned slightly.Compared to when it was LV1, the proficiency gain had clearly diminished.

It seemed that as the skill level increased, crafting this kind of low-level potion was beginning to yield less experience.

Fortunately, it was still within an acceptable range and had not completely stagnated.

Moreover, the most direct benefit of this skill improvement was the increase in crafting speed.

Lance counted the finished products on the table.

This time, he had refined about 45 units of Hemostatic Ointment, yet it had only taken 3 hours.

This improvement in efficiency meant he could free up more time each day to do other things.

He looked up at the wall clock.

The hour hand had just passed 10:30.

Based on the results from his previous limit test while crafting potions, Lance had already figured out the limits of this body.

Under high-intensity consumption, combined with his talent’s recovery ability, he only needed 4 hours of deep sleep to completely clear all mental fatigue and restore his body to peak condition.

“There’s still plenty of time.”

Lance stretched his somewhat stiff neck, a glint flashing in his eyes.

Sleeping now was too much of a luxury.

He could completely use this time for targeted special training, train until around 3 a.m., then rest.

That way, waking up at 7 a.m. tomorrow, he would not only be full of energy, but also be able to deliver this batch of Hemostatic Ointment to Movenna’s transport workers in time.

Then he could head to the Adventurers’ Guild on schedule, meet up with Cecilia, and begin a new day of internship training.

“Since there’s a goal, don’t stop.”

Lance extinguished the oil lamp on the table and turned toward the open space downstairs.

The night was still long.

Without the slightest hesitation, he made several trips back and forth, moving the large barrels of stored water from the kitchen, along with several bags of coarse but filling black bread, all onto the steps in the backyard.

Since he had decided on an all-night grueling training session, logistical supplies had to keep up.

Considering the issue of disturbing others at night, he did not take out that heavy Shortsword and Kite Shield.

After all, the sound of metal clashing would be too harsh in the quiet night.

If he accidentally attracted patrolling officers, it would be troublesome to explain.

Standing in the center of the yard, Lance loosened up his joints.

Tonight’s main focus was the newly acquired 【Azure Dragon Ultimate Flow】.

With a thought, 【Dragon-Hunting Breathing Technique】 was instantly activated.

The familiar scorching sensation exploded within his chest as violent Aether Energy was drawn into his lungs, rapidly converting into surging power.

A faint layer of flowing light began to appear on the surface of his skin.

“Hu…”

A mouthful of scorching breath escaped.

Training began.

Lance’s body suddenly moved.

His body exerted force abruptly, and he shot out like a fully drawn bowstring released.

Although the Azure Dragon Ultimate Flow drew inspiration from the ferocity of dragons, it was not merely imitating beasts.

Lance’s elbow thrust forward violently, bringing with it a sharp gust of wind—this movement simulated the impact of a dragon’s charge.

Immediately after, his body twisted, and with the torque of his waist and abdomen, his fist smashed forward like a heavy hammer—this mimicked the sweeping lash of a dragon’s tail.

Solid, grounded techniques—fierce and brutal.

Because the techniques made extensive use of elbows and knees, the hardest parts of the human body, as weapons, the combat range of this martial art was compressed to an extremely close distance.

This was a killing technique for close-quarters combat.

And as the training deepened, Lance gradually discovered something.

This martial art was fundamentally different from the practical combat techniques he had seen in his previous life that were designed around human joints.

Many of its force angles and attack points were extremely strange and tricky.

There were downward elbow strikes specifically targeting low-profile enemies, and leaping knee strikes aimed at massive creatures.

Clearly,

it was a killing technique born purely for efficiently slaying monsters of various sizes.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

Dull sounds of air being torn apart echoed in the yard.

As time passed, the black bread and water placed on the ground diminished at a visible rate.

Lance was like a tireless steam engine, frantically consuming fuel while outputting kinetic energy.

At first, due to his unfamiliarity with controlling the energy, his entire body was enveloped in a layer of steaming white vapor.

But as his movements became more proficient, that heat radiating across his body gradually began to condense.

Later on, the excess thermal energy was firmly locked within his body, leaving only scorching white vapor escaping from his nose and mouth with each breath.

When the clock pointed to 3 a.m.,

he stopped training and withdrew the Breathing Technique.

Walking to the edge of the porch, he sat down heavily on the wooden step.

At this moment, the skin all over his body was flushed red from blood flow, appearing especially striking under the moonlight.

His well-defined muscles were covered in glistening sweat, slowly flowing along with the rhythm of his breathing.

Since deciding to become an Adventurer, after this period of inhuman training, Lance’s originally somewhat slender physique had undergone a complete transformation.

His muscles were not exaggerated bulky masses, but rather tight and streamlined like a cheetah’s, each fiber containing astonishing explosive power.

Under the moonlight, the young man’s body, full of strength, exuded a wild and handsome aura.

Lance grabbed the bucket beside him and, without caring about appearances, tilted his head back and gulped down large mouthfuls of water.

The cold well water rushed down his throat into his stomach with “glug glug” sounds, slightly suppressing the internal heat.

Only after draining the last drop did the burning sensation in his stomach ease somewhat.

“Refreshing.”

Lance wiped the water from his face and eagerly summoned the system panel.

The results of tonight’s effort would ultimately be judged by the data.

A dense stream of notifications instantly flooded his view.

【After maintaining the Aether Resonance State continuously for 4.5 hours, Dragon-Hunting Breathing Technique Proficiency +320, LV1 → LV2 (Mastered) 46/600】

【After 4.5 hours of uninterrupted training, Azure Dragon Ultimate Flow Proficiency +360, LV1 → LV2 (Mastered) 110/450】

【After 4.5 hours of continuous Aether flushing, Aether Energy Pool: 0.1 scale → 3.4 scale】

And the final notification, also the one that delighted Lance the most:

【Your body has been continuously torn apart and reformed under the effects of the Breathing Technique and hand-to-hand combat techniques, granting a permanent increase to your base attributes: Constitution +1】