Starts With Fusing Devil Crystal

Uncle Lang curled his lips. "If I didn't even have this ability, how could I have survived until now?"    

    

Whether it was to become a Fighter or a mage, there was a similar prerequisite. That was to be able to sense the elements in the air. Only then could the elements in the air be gathered. To temper one's body, or to release magic.    

    

The Fighter gathered the elemental energy in the air and fused it into his body. He could transform his body and let him practice his combat power. It became more and more powerful because the elemental energy had attributes. Therefore, combat power also had attributes.    

    

Reg hadn't started practicing the Cold Ice Spell yet, but he only heard its name. Furthermore, Uncle Lang had already explained it to him. After practicing it, the combat qi in his body was so cold that it could kill people. In the end, he could kill his opponent with just the combat qi released from his body. He froze his opponent into a block of ice.    

    

Wind, fire, water, earth. Light and darkness. These were the six major elements. Regardless of whether it was a mage or a Fighter, the vast majority of their magic power or combat power attributes were these six. Of course, there were also some very rare elements, such as the Druid and Undead Elements.    

    

Reg naturally did not understand how Uncle Lang could judge his talent and determine that he could sense the water attributes. But in fact, when Reg started to practice the Cold Ice Spell under Uncle Lang's guidance, within two days, he had already sensed the water element in the air.    

    

Intuition, this was a very strange feeling. He couldn't catch it, he couldn't touch it, but he could feel it.    

    

After sensing the water element, Uncle Lang began to teach Reg how to gather these water elements. How to use these elements to strengthen his body. If he gathered the power of the elements, only by forming combat power could one be called a real Fighter.    

    

Reg's daily training time was close to eighteen or nineteen hours. This included combat power training, physical fitness training, combat Battle Technique training, combat training, and so on. When these training were mixed together, Reg would lie on the bed every day. He felt pain even when he moved his fingers. It was even after he fell asleep. In his dreams, Reg was still being supervised by Uncle Lang to continue training.    

    

The sweat on Reg's body had never dried up.    

    

Even though it was so tiring, Reg did not have any complaints. On the contrary, he was still willing to endure it and enjoyed this kind of cruel training very much.    

    

A strict teacher gave birth to a senior disciple. Although Reg did not study much, he knew this principle very well.    

    

In the past years, Reg wanted someone to teach him like this. Training him was something that he could not wish for. Now that he had this opportunity, how could he let it go?    

    

He, who lived at the lowest level, understood a principle very well. If he wanted to succeed, he wanted to be a superior person. It was absolutely impossible to not put in the corresponding effort.    

    

Uncle Lang looked at Reg, who was waving his huge sword in the forest and sweating profusely. His eyes were filled with gratification. Although he had long agreed with Reg, he couldn't help but exclaim when he saw Reg crazily training him.    

    

After living in the continent for so many years, he had become mature and wise. He naturally understood that diligence was sometimes more useful than talent. However, if a genius could be diligence, the effect would be... It was definitely not as simple as being amazed.    

    

Uncle Lang had set a goal for Reg to surpass the Dou Disciple stage in a year. This was already considered Reg's talent and the degree of his diligent training. But in fact, when the sixth month was about to end, ... Reg had truly trained his combat power and became a true warrior.    

    

Although he was only a First Grade warrior, his speed was shocking even in the entire continent. However, Reg's bitter cultivation experience was something that people would be tongue-tied if it was in the entire continent.    

    

Not every teacher was as abnormal as Uncle Lang, and not every Fighter could risk their lives to cultivate like Reg. It was all for the sake of becoming stronger and stronger!    

    

"Come, gather your combat power and chop this tree with all your might."    

    

Uncle Lang ordered Reg in a deep voice, "You now have combat power. Combat power is the potential in your body. Only when combat skills and combat power are perfectly combined can you unleash the greatest strength!"    

    

Reg's eyes flashed with excitement. He turned around and faced the big tree that could make more than ten people hug it. His eyes were burning. The weak combat power in his body had been condensed to the greatest extent. It gathered on Reg's legs, waist, and arms, and even extended to the huge sword.    

    

"Break!"    

    

Reg shouted. The giant sword in his hand carried a little bit of blue light. It spun like a windmill, and then suddenly hit the big tree.    

    

"Crack." The trunk of the big tree suddenly cracked open. Countless wood shavings shot out. Reg's giant sword was deeply embedded in the trunk of the big tree.    

    

With Reg's current strength, he naturally could not break the big tree. However, looking at the huge and deep cut, Uncle Lang nodded his head in satisfaction.    

    

Uncle Lang turned his head and stared at Reg. He said, "Before I started teaching you, I said that the training will not only be about strength, but now, I will give you the first task."