Chapter 566: Chapter 266: Feney Got Leverage

The two stood facing each other on opposite sides of the training ring. Leonard stared at the sword in Lin Mo’s hand, wanting to speak but holding his tongue.

He had already learned of Lin Mo’s current strength from Deke, so it was no surprise that Lin Mo wasn’t using his own weapon, but merely an Ordinary Iron Sword.

Even so, when he recalled their sparring match not long ago, right after Lin Mo had first arrived in Fajade City, he couldn’t help but feel a wave of emotion.

Back then, he had been the one using a practice Iron Sword against Lin Mo’s Epic Weapon.

Now, after such a short time, their roles had completely reversed...

But Leonard wasn’t the type to dither. He quickly pushed the distracting thoughts from his mind, adjusted his breathing, and said, "Let’s go!"

The moment the words left his mouth, he took the initiative and charged at Lin Mo.

...

Half an hour later, a gasping Leonard leaned against the edge of the ring. "So," he said between breaths, "you’re looking for a sparring partner for the next few days?"

Lin Mo nodded. "Of course. I’ll compensate you accordingly."

"No, no..."

Leonard waved his hand dismissively. "Don’t say that; it makes us sound like strangers. You went to so much trouble with Deke’s situation. How could I possibly accept money from you for something so minor? Besides, I stand to gain a lot from sparring with you, too."

Lin Mo wasn’t one to dither either, so since Leonard had put it that way, he didn’t press the issue with false modesty.

"You’ve rested enough, right?"

"Huh... huh?"

Leonard froze. ’We just fought for half an hour, and I’ve rested for less than ten minutes, haven’t I?’

However, with his valiant and combative nature, how could he possibly bring himself to say "no"?

So he could only grit his teeth. "Yeah, I’m good. Let’s continue!"

[Resilience] Skill Level +1

[Resilience] Skill Level +1

...

Before he knew it, half a day had passed.

For the first few sessions, Leonard was still talking tough. Later on, he was still talking tough, but his arms had gone limp; he couldn’t even lift his Sword.

It was embarrassing, but still better than admitting defeat out loud.

Leonard thought he could finally get a break, but then Lin Mo casually whipped out an Endurance Reagent and followed it up with several casts of "Light’s Drumming," a Priest Profession Skill that restored Physical Strength.

The corner of Leonard’s mouth twitched, but he had no choice but to get back on his feet and continue sparring with Lin Mo.

Hearing about it from others was one thing, but clashing with Lin Mo for real was another matter entirely...

Leonard was now getting a true taste of Lin Mo’s current power. Even though Lin Mo was only using an Ordinary Iron Sword, and even though Leonard could feel he was clearly holding back—even passively defending most of the time—the pressure was still immense.

Imagine this: you unleash your strongest move, and your opponent takes it without even flinching before casually remarking, "Not bad. Got anything with more of a kick?"

Could anyone understand how that felt?

The worst part was that there were no breaks. The guy was an absolute animal, seemingly immune to fatigue. His Physical Strength was one thing—there were ways to restore that. The main issue was the mental toll. Even someone like Leonard, who loved training and fighting, was starting to crack under the strain of the constant, repetitive practice.

Now, he was beginning to understand the source of Lin Mo’s power.

’A man with exceptional talent and inhuman willpower... how could he *not* be strong?’

And so it went, from morning till night. Aside from meals and occasional short breaks, they hardly ever stopped.

Toward the end, Leonard was past the point of talking tough. His arms were numb from swinging his Sword. He had absolutely no desire to move, not even when Lin Mo stopped attacking entirely and just let Leonard hack away at him.

"I can’t, I really can’t, I’m begging you..."

Leonard pressed his palms together, pleading. "If this keeps up, somebody’s going to die."

Lin Mo was actually exhausted himself. Hearing Leonard’s plea, he glanced at the sky, lowered his Iron Sword, and slowly let out a long breath.

Leonard was finally free. He collapsed onto the ground, staring blankly at the ceiling.

After a good while, he finally recovered.

"Brother, please, whatever you do, don’t come looking for me tomorrow..."

Leonard said with a wry smile.

"...Alright."

Lin Mo felt a little frustrated, but since Leonard had put his foot down, he couldn’t very well force the issue.

’Just one more day of this tomorrow and I’d probably have leveled up,’ he thought.

Seeing Lin Mo’s disappointed expression, Leonard felt a little guilty. But asking him to take back his words now? Absolutely impossible.

Suddenly, another idea occurred to him. He seemed to recall something delightful, and his whole demeanor brightened. "But I can recommend someone to you..."

Lin Mo met his gaze, and in that moment, as if their minds had become one, they spoke the name in unison: "Grim!"

That’s right, it was the leader of the Falcon Adventurer Group, who was on good terms with the Lion Adventurer Group.

The two were instantly on the same page. Leonard looked positively gleeful. "I’ll send him a message right away and tell him all about it. You can just head straight over there tomorrow. Don’t worry, I’ll get it all sorted out for you!"

"Then I’m in your debt, Adventurer Group Leader Leonard."

"Don’t thank me..."

Leonard waved his hand. "Just go at him with the same intensity as today. Don’t hold back at all."

"Don’t worry, you can count on it."

Lin Mo instantly understood. The two of them burst out laughing, their laughter filled with wicked delight.

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