The Villain Can't Lose

Chapter 75 The Training Ground Tactics

?I walked into the school's training ground, feeling excited and ready to hone my skills. As soon as I stepped inside, I could see that the training ground had everything I needed to train my magic, physical abilities, and mana.

To my left, there were several magical training circles laid out on the ground, each one designed to help me improve my spellcasting. There were also a variety of enchanted training dummies, perfect for practicing my accuracy and control.

In front of me, I could see a large obstacle course set up, complete with climbing walls, balance beams, and other challenging obstacles. It looked like the perfect place to work on my physical strength and agility.

To my right, there were several large stone pillars, each one pulsing with energy. I knew that these pillars were used to help students develop their mana, and I was eager to try them out.

Despite all the resources available to me, the training ground was surprisingly empty. It seemed like I had the entire place to myself, which was both exciting and a little intimidating.

While scanning the training ground, my eyes fell upon a wall filled with gloves of all shapes and sizes. I couldn't help but feel drawn to them, wondering if they were there for me to use. Without hesitation, I made my way over to the wall and examined the gloves more closely.

There were leather gloves, padded gloves, fingerless gloves, and even some that were covered in spikes. I picked up a pair of padded gloves and slipped them on, feeling the weight of the fabric against my fingertips. As I tightened the straps around my wrists, I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation build within me.

I raised my gloved hand and held it up in front of my face, clenching and unclenching my fist. The padding made my hand feel bulky, but also protected. I felt a sense of power as I flexed my fingers, wondering what kind of damage I could do with these gloves on.

Without another thought, I raised my other hand and punched it with my gloved fist. The impact sent a jolt of energy up my arm, making me feel alive and ready to train. I knew that with these gloves on, I could push myself to new heights and become the best fighter I could be. And so, with a determined look on my face, I made my way to the obstacle course and began my training.

As I approached the obstacle course, I noticed a mannequin in the shape of a human standing in the corner. Without thinking, I strode over to it and began to punch it with all my strength. I could feel my frustration and anger building with each blow as I tried to release all of my pent-up energy.

But no matter how hard I punched, the mannequin remained still and unyielding. It was like punching a brick wall. My fists began to ache and my breathing became labored, but I refused to give up. I had to get stronger, I had to become better.

As I continued to punch the mannequin, I heard a voice behind me. "Your physical appearance is in perfect condition, but your movements need more practice," the voice said. "Your mana release is undoubtedly strong, but without proper control and precision, it's useless."

I turned around to see a figure standing behind me, their face shrouded in shadow. But even though I couldn't see their features clearly, I could feel their presence and their authority.

"You need to focus on your technique," the figure continued. "Power without control is pointless. You have to learn to channel your strength and your mana effectively if you want to truly succeed."

I nodded, feeling a sense of humility wash over me. The figure was right. I had been so focused on raw power that I had forgotten about the importance of technique and precision.

With a newfound determination, I stepped away from the mannequin and began to focus on my movements. "Here we go," I muttered to myself.

I started to practice my punches, my kicks, and my footwork, trying to hone my technique and control. And as I did so, I felt a sense of calm settle over me. I knew that with dedication and hard work, I could become the best fighter I could be.

While continuing to practice my movements, a man approached me. He had short black hair and brown eyes, and was wearing a kimono-like outfit. There was a scar beneath his eyes that gave him a rugged and intimidating look. He looked like he was in his mid-thirties, but as he got closer, I realized that the person in front of me was Garron Homlet.

Garron Homlet was a legendary fighter and a hero in his own right. He had taken the protagonist in the book under his wing and had trained him to become one of the greatest warriors of all time. I couldn't believe that I was standing in front of him.

"Well done," Garron said, his voice deep and authoritative. "I've been watching you train, and I have to say, you have potential."

I felt a surge of pride at his words. To hear praise from someone as legendary as Garron.

"Thank you," I said, trying to keep my voice steady as I inhaled more air.

Garron nodded, studying me for a moment. "You remind me of someone I once knew," he said finally. "Someone who had a similar fire in their eyes and a similar determination to succeed."

I felt a sense of curiosity and wonder at his words. Who was he talking about?

Garron must have sensed my curiosity because he continued, "You remind me of him, but you're not him. You're your own person, with your own strengths and weaknesses."

I nodded. I didn't want to be compared to anyone else, I was better.

Garron smiled, his scar stretching across his face. "Keep training hard, and who knows? Maybe one day you'll be as great as the hero I once knew."