The knight snorted. "Overconfident will lead to someone demise. This one's got talent, but no discipline. You can't just brute-force your way through gods and monsters."
Ben wiped sweat from his brow. "Who's over confidence? I know I'm lacking."
"Then shut up and swing," the knight snapped. "Lesson's not over until you can beat me."
Ben had tried sparring with the system countless times, and every single session ended the same way, him flat on his back, without landing a single blow.
It wasn't because their strength was wildly different. Technically, they drew from the same source, minus the relic boosts.
But skill? That was the real gap. It was like handing the same blade to a green recruit and a real master. No contest.
Worse, Ben still hadn't mastered the pickaxe's active skills. The issue always came down to the same thing, mana control. He had the power, sure, but the second he tried to channel a skill, his mana scattered like a smoke.
