Supreme Lord: I can extract everything!

Frederik dashed forward. He appeared next to Michael, evaded his kick, and delivered a heavy punch straight to his face.

Blood spurted through the air, and Michael fell to the ground.

Under normal circumstances, Frederik would be smiling brightly right now, however, he stared at Michael with contempt. Frederik was panting, his breathing uneven and ragged while sweat trickled down his temples.

Frederik stared at Silverian Schild in all seriousness. He hesitated for a moment but asked the question that annoyed him the most.

“Why is Michael’s heavyweight combat suit three times heavier than mine?” He asked sharply. 

His heavyweight suit was configured to weigh exactly 100 kilograms. The weight was distributed evenly across the entire combat suit, which made it harder to move around while keeping balance, and to fight with light and precise movements while wearing ordinary clothes.

However, Michael had a much harder time than Frederik. His heavyweight combat suit weighed a whopping 300 kilograms!

“Michael Fang’s physical tests clearly state that his strength, speed, endurance, and other physical limits are very high for a Lowest Tier-1 Lord,” Silverian answered calmly. 

He then added, “Michael also uses his Soultrait, which increases the weight enchantment’s power by 20%. That means he doesn’t have to carry 300 kilograms like luggage but he walks around with 360 kilograms weighing down on his body.”

Silverian Schild had everything set for his training course. He knew how strong everyone was because of the aptitude assessment. Thus, he frowned when Michael used his Soultrait on the heavyweight combat suit, shrouding it in a white hue – increasing the weight enchantment’s potency by 20%.

However, for now, he allowed Michael to do as he pleased. Michael would learn sooner or later that he overestimated his physical strength and that he was too impatient. It was possible to rush and increase one’s strength, but a carefully constructed foundation was a sure-shot way to earn long-term benefits!

“Arrogant fool,” Kaleb spit out coldly with his gaze fixated on Michael, who was struggling to get up from the ground.

Michael wiped his bloody face as he got up slowly and Kaleb’s gaze never left him. Right now, Kaleb was just an ordinary human being. He might be well trained with great resources at his disposal, but he was weaker than everyone else present. That irked him – even more so because Michael acted high and mighty in front of him.

“I want to learn how to subconsciously use Lesser Enhancement. This has nothing to do with being arrogant or overestimating myself,” Michael responded to Kaleb, but the young Zenovia moved away from Michael as if he couldn’t hear him.

Usually, Soultraits would be deactivated once the user lost focus. No matter if their focus had wavered even for a millisecond, the moment it was disturbed, the Soultrait would be deactivated. Michael wanted to work on that. He wanted to make sure that he could use Lesser Enhancement to enhance his power at all times, even if he was distracted by the loss of a limb or two!

“Stop talking kids! Catch up with the others, make an additional lap around the hall and fight for five minutes!” Silverian Schild instructed before kicking the three young men back onto the track.

The three groaned, but none of them thought of complaining out loud. They returned to the track, made a lap around the central arena before they returned to fight against each other for a few minutes. Afterward, they would have a one-minute long resting period before the next step of today’s training would start.

The Devilish Saint’s training was quite unique. It was known as Mental Breaker by some, and Limit Breaker by others. It was a training course that forced both the body and mind to reach their limit, and go beyond – or break down before.

Silverian Schild created this training course as a way to unravel the hidden potential of the human body. After all, the human body was a mystery, a subject that had yet to be fully researched, and a hidden treasure with the ability to unleash tremendous power.

The freshmen hadn’t even learned new combat techniques from the Devilish Saint yet. However, they learned something far more important.

They got to know how to use their body’s strength precisely, to a near-perfect level. The first task was to make sure that they could put their mind and body in sync with the refinement of their War Rune to feel the most subtle changes in the War Rune’s degree of refinement. 

However, it was important to sense every bit of strength within the body. Duke-ranked Lords would always have soldiers stationed across their territory. Some of them would almost always hunt monsters, invaders, or criminals. The Duke-ranked Lords would receive an energy share from their soldier’s energy influx, no matter how negligible the energy share may seem.

Using that little bit of additional energy in a moment of crisis, the possibility to change the tides of a losing battle would increase drastically. 

All it took was 100% control of one’s strength and perfect perception of the War Rune.

Of course, that was not something Kaleb could achieve for now. However, he had figured out how to utilize 100% of his strength at all times. That was just as important, and it could be deemed as his preparation for the future. His survivability in the Origin Expanse would increase exponentially!

The first training session in Silverian Schild’s training course was two hours long. At one point during the training, Michael started to practice the Berserker Physique while continuing to follow the instructions he had been given.

The Berserker Physique’s body refinement technique used the precise distribution of origin energy and nutrition and the workout of certain muscle groups to refine them one after another.

Michael was not sure why he thought that practicing his body refinement technique would work out during the training session, but it did. In fact, it was oddly efficient.

Michael practiced the Berserker Physique for five minutes straight before he switched to utilizing the Sun Soldier’s Breathing technique because his entire body felt sore, and his Stamina was drained.

Repeating the process until the end of the training session pushed Michael infinitely close to the brink of his bodily and mental limits. He could barely move a single muscle and was on the verge of breaking apart, but he was extremely satisfied with himself.

The refinement of his physique progressed rapidly, and his breathing slowly changed. 

It was a great feeling. 

“You’re a weakling! Your expression makes me wonder if your brain looks like mashed potatoes!” Frederik provoked Michael as he squeezed his wobbly limbs out of the heavyweight combat suit.

He continued to make fun of Michael while barely retaining enough strength in his body to move around. His entire body was trembling, and moving became increasingly difficult, but Frederik made sure that nobody would focus on him. 

After the first training session, they moved to the changing rooms, removed their combat suit, showered, and put on their normal clothes. 

While Frederik continued to provoke Michael in an attempt to make him snap, Kaleb and the others kept their mouths shut. They didn’t have the energy to act as if they were perfectly fine let alone engage in a verbal spar. 

Once everyone was done showering, Silverian led the members of his training course to the cafeteria. That was where the second stage of his daily training began.

It was time to feast at the Saphirelake Military Academy’s expense!