Chapter Eleven: Specialized Training

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Ye Mingqiu: Could you do me a favor~
Kiriame: Die!
Ye Mingqiu: Tang Ruobing, you wouldn’t want your mom to find out you spent hundreds of thousands in the game, right?
Kiriame: Already used it, immune!
Ye Mingqiu: Huh?
Kiriame: Hmph!
*Slap!*
Ye Mingqiu slapped his forehead with one hand, groaning in pain, and stared at the ceiling.
He never expected that using a leverage once could still be rendered ineffective... Hagi Bing, you little rascal.
But then again, considering her current status and assets, a few hundred thousand isn’t a big deal; at most, her mother would just scold her a bit. If it weren’t for her strong pride, even this threat wouldn’t work.
Actually, it never should have worked in the first place.
Ye Mingqiu added mentally.
He wasn’t stupid—he could figure many things out on his own. Despite Tang Ruobing’s seemingly harsh attitude, she was actually quite kind to him. She replied to messages instantly, helped improve his skills, and even gave him a startup fund.
Sigh!
Better make a mental note to repay her someday.
Ye Mingqiu: The dean said you can help me quickly level up my specialty skill. Please, help me out~
Kiriame: No!
Ye Mingqiu: You printed my face on the targets in the exclusive training room, violating my portrait rights. Help me, and I won’t pursue this.
The other side paused briefly, seeming to consider something.
Kiriame: Then sell me the rights to your image—100,000. If you don’t sell, I’ll sue. I have plenty of money and time to waste on you.
Ye Mingqiu: Only 100,000? Are you underestimating my breathtaking good looks?
Damn it, taking advantage of a crisis, huh? The portrait rights for a lord-level support are worth way more, not to mention my guaranteed hero-tier talents in three categories. This deal is way too comfortable for you, he thought.
Kiriame: ...150,000.
Ye Mingqiu: No way! This is my face, my image—something so important can’t be sold off so easily!
Kiriame: 180,000.

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Ye Mingqiu: You bastard, this involves my most precious reputation!
Kiriame: 200,000. Sue me if you don’t like it!
Ye Mingqiu: Deal!
Kiriame: Come find me this afternoon.
Ye Mingqiu: Okay.
...
That afternoon, Tang Ruobing’s exclusive training room.
Ye Mingqiu stood at the door, looking at the targets printed with his face, battered and torn by magic. Unease crept into his heart.
Not far away, Tang Ruobing approached slowly in a deep blue mage’s robe, her expression as cold as ever.
“You’re a mental specialty user. Among the weapons you can use, only the staff has direct attack power, and a staff is a long weapon. I suggest you simply train your long weapon specialty. Since you won’t use it often, reaching level 1 is enough,” Tang Ruobing said.
“Understood,” Ye Mingqiu nodded.
“My training method is simple. See that wooden staff over there? Pick it up. Good. Now stand opposite me. Let’s have a proper practice.”
As she spoke, a sinister smile crept across Tang Ruobing’s face. Seeing the cold sweat forming on Ye Mingqiu’s forehead, she said, “Don’t worry, my training room is soundproof. No one will hear you scream even if you shout your lungs out.”
“!”
A chill ran down Ye Mingqiu’s spine. He felt this specialty training was not going to be straightforward, but now that he was in too deep, trying to back out seemed impossible...
*Click!*
She locked the door.
“Wait, wait, we’re just trying to level up a skill, there’s no need to lock the door,” Ye Mingqiu swallowed hard.
“Life and death are the greatest teachers.”
Tang Ruobing said, brandishing the staff and charging like a fierce tiger descending the mountain. The staff sliced the air like thunder.
Holy crap!
Ye Mingqiu dodged frantically. The staff slammed the ground with a tremendous boom, the shockwave numbing his feet. It was hard to imagine what would happen if the staff actually struck him.
Would he die? Absolutely.
Tang Ruobing kept attacking relentlessly, each strike filled with immense power, like a terrifying dragon.
Moreover, her speed increased with every move, closing in on Ye Mingqiu as if to utterly crush him, leaving no chance to survive.

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Damn it!
Don’t come any closer!
Ye Mingqiu screamed internally, driving his body to its limit, desperately dodging the staff’s blows, not even daring to block.
After all, Tang Ruobing was an ultimate powerhouse with a strength stat of 17, while even with talent bonuses, Ye Mingqiu barely had over 3. He simply couldn’t block her attacks, dodging alone was already difficult, and how long he could survive was anyone’s guess.
Still, Ye Mingqiu found some good news: Tang Ruobing didn’t seem skilled with long weapons. She just relied on her high base attributes and wildly swung the staff around.
Also, she hadn’t gone all out yet; her speed was somewhat restrained, or else Ye Mingqiu wouldn’t have been able to dodge so many times.
“Don’t be afraid. My healing skill is very advanced. As long as you have a breath left, I can bring you back,” Tang Ruobing said after a brief pause.
“You also learned healer skills?”
Ye Mingqiu was shocked.
“Hmph, simple enough,” Tang Ruobing replied confidently.
Mages actually have a rather unique trait: if they can analyze the skills of a profession and reproduce them using their own elemental powers, they can simulate the abilities of that class.
Under suitable conditions, mages can learn supportive healing skills, and if these are reproduced through their own calculations, they don’t even need to occupy a new skill slot.
...
An hour later, Ye Mingqiu limped out of the training room, eyes dazed, body trembling uncontrollably. Though he bore no visible injuries, his spirit was shattered.
During training, he’d been hit a few times by Tang Ruobing’s strikes, feeling excruciating pain.
This is so unbearable!
Is this really the shortcut to leveling up a specialty?
Can’t I just not take shortcuts?
Though deeply distressed, Ye Mingqiu gleaned many useful insights from Tang Ruobing’s attacks. He could feel his combat specialty had improved significantly, though it wasn’t reflected on his spirit interface, so he couldn’t see exactly how much.
Shaking, he walked for a long time and finally, near Class Nine, he encountered Chen Ran, who had just returned from the restroom.
Chen Ran stared at Ye Mingqiu, clearly stunned, then stepped forward and asked, “Damn, brother, what happened to you? Why do you look like this?”