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Chapter 133: Pavilion Leader Jin’s Recognition

The pavilion leader launched himself upward, clearing a massive gap in a single bound. He landed gracefully on a tiny ledge and immediately leaped higher, scaling the vertical cliff like a soaring bird.

Solomon grinned at the challenge. He tightened his grip on his massive greatsword and sprinted toward the wall. Utilizing Basic Parkour, he vaulted onto a sloped boulder and launched himself toward the opposite rock face.

He grabbed a protruding root with his free hand, swinging his body weight forward to clear the next gap.

The climb demanded absolute physical precision. A single misplaced step guaranteed a fatal plunge into the dark abyss.

Solomon bounded between the steep walls, relying entirely on his physical foundation to compensate for his lack of flight magic. He dug his boots into narrow cracks and vaulted over crumbling ledges while the massive S-Rank relic constantly pulled at his balance.

[2Lazy2Care: bro is playing mountain climbing simulator.]

[James_Hayes: the parkour is insane.]

[BloodKnight: Excellent physical control. Carrying an S-Rank greatsword up a steep cliff requires monstrous strength.]

[User12: teacher is just flying and Solo Man is doing gymnastics.]

"I honestly need to learn how to fly," Solomon told the hovering drone between breaths. He grabbed a sharp stone edge and pulled his entire body weight upward. "Jumping up a mountain requires way too much effort."

Jin paused on a wide stone plateau near the summit to check on his student. He fully expected to wait for several minutes or throw a rope down to haul the exhausted boy up the final stretch.

Solomon flipped over the ledge a few seconds later. He landed perfectly on his boots and casually dusted off his spider-silk trousers.

Jin stared at the teenager in pure shock. The shortcut required advanced aura manipulation just to survive the vertical leaps. Solomon had scaled the entire mountain relying entirely on his physical muscles and foundational skills while carrying a divine relic.

"You are surprisingly fast," Jin admitted, crossing his arms over his deep blue robes. "Even most veteran disciples struggle to navigate that specific route without falling behind."

"I have a lot of practice climbing out of dangerous places," Solomon replied, rolling his shoulders to ease the stiffness.

"All training sessions are canceled for the remainder of the day while we secure the perimeter," Jin said, brushing dirt from his deep blue robes. "The normal curriculum resumes tomorrow morning. You are officially exempt from the foundational classes since you already passed my evaluation".

Solomon hoisted the massive executioner’s sword higher onto his shoulder. "What about our formal duel? We still need to fight. The pavilion master Wu told me that I need to duel with you to get to him."

Jin threw his head back and let out a booming laugh. "Are you a battle maniac? You completely bypassed the curriculum and secured your position in the Sword Pavilion. Master Wu asked you to duel with me so I can test you, but you are clearly more than qualified for my recognition. Fighting me yields absolutely zero academic benefits for you now."

"Fighting weak teaches me absolutely nothing," Solomon replied, rolling his neck until the joints popped. "I need to fight overwhelmingly strong opponents to get even stronger. A stagnant warrior eventually becomes a dead warrior."

[1Fizzy: bro is addicted to fighting.]

[IceWaterKat: Solo Man always wants all the smoke.]

[BloodKnight: A blade only sharpens when struck against a harder stone.]

Jin looked at the silver-haired boy and offered a respectful nod. "Meet me at the Cloud Piercing Peak at midnight. We will conduct our duel there away from prying eyes. The peak offers isolation from the rest of the sect. We won’t have to worry about damaging our surroundings."

They crossed the final rocky ridge and entered the main grounds of the Sword Pavilion. The towering stone archway opened into the bustling courtyard. Dozens of disciples stopped their practice routines and stared at the silver-haired boy walking alongside the pavilion leader.

The teenagers whispered among themselves, pointing at the dried blood on his clothing.

Arthur Vance pushed through the crowd and jogged directly toward Solomon. He pushed his thick glasses up the bridge of his nose and inspected the torn fabric of Solomon’s shirt. He exhaled loudly after verifying his friend’s survival.

"Are you completely okay?" Arthur asked, grasping the edge of his own uniform. "The assassin dragged you away hours ago, and rumors spread that you got attacked by a syndicate. Nobody knew exactly what happened."

Maximus Thunderstrike followed closely behind Arthur. The muscular boy gripped his shield and stared at the cobblestones. He kept his mouth completely shut, entirely unwilling to contribute to the conversation or meet Solomon’s gaze.

Solomon offered Arthur a reassuring grin and patted the pristine steel hilt of his weapon.

"As you can see, I look and smell like shit."

He turned his head to scan the rest of the gathered students. The Third Princess of the Bririth Kingdom stood near the weapon racks. She kept her posture perfectly straight and locked her piercing red eyes directly onto him from across the courtyard.

The royal tapped her manicured fingers against her wooden rapier while observing his unexpected return.

She offered a slight nod before turning her back and walking toward the upper pavilions.

’She is alone again. Is she having difficulty making friends? I always see her eating alone. Should I talk to her?’ Solomon asked himself. ’What will I even talk about? I can’t just approach since what happened last time. Heck, I don’t even know her name yet!’

The courtyard eventually emptied as the sect guides ushered the disciples back to their respective halls.

Solomon navigated the winding stone passages and returned to his assigned room. He unclasped the leather strap from his chest and dropped Eden’s Penance onto the wooden floorboards.

He collapsed onto the mattress and stared up at the wooden ceiling. He stretched his limbs and rubbed the back of his neck.

"I have zero desire to sleep," Solomon muttered to the floating owl. "I have literally been awake since I woke up back at the academy."

He placed his hands behind his head and analyzed his own biological state.

The Convergence talent remained entirely passive. His Indefatigable ability constantly converted his accumulated physical fatigue directly into strength. The process functioned perfectly, while it simultaneously demanded a specific stamina tax to maintain the constant rejuvenation.

Sitting through standard classes and executing basic sword forms barely registered as actual work. A mundane daily routine would never outpace the automatic conversion rate. His body would just endlessly recycle the minor fatigue into fresh energy.

’If I actually want to close my eyes and rest, I need to completely drain the stamina tax,’ Solomon deduced. ’A normal workout will never achieve that. I have to push my flesh to the absolute breaking point.’

He sat up on the edge of the bed and looked down at his executioner’s sword. He finally understood the biological necessity behind his own combat choices.

’The only way to reach true exhaustion is to fight opponents who can actually kill me,’ Solomon concluded with a wide smile. ’Sparring with Pavilion Leader Jin tonight is exactly what I need to cure my insomnia.’