Nicole has been taken away.

Since Salas came back, Nicole has basically ignored me. All her time is spent with Salas.

On the surface, they talk about topics related to Fighting Spirit, but can't they talk to Rosca? After all, he is a fifth-order warrior, much stronger than Salas.

Rosca is back. He hunted a third-order monster, Blade Bear. Rosca was buried in the upper half of the bear's body, which looked like a weird humanoid object from a distance. This scene objectively reflects how powerful the warriors from the other world are. Not to mention, the weight of the Blade Bear... It must be at least 1000 pounds. Rosca actually carried the 1000-pound bear all the way back from the forest without even panting!

You know, the strongest weightlifters on Earth can only lift over 500 pounds, and they do it while standing still...

In fact, when I first discovered that I might not have the talent for Fighting Spirit, I was considering whether to use the power of Earth's technology to win. Unfortunately, guns are not so easy to make, and bombs are simple but cannot break through the entangled Fighting Spirit of a third-order warrior. It's meaningless to risk my whole life just to deal with second-order and lower trash, and there's no guarantee of success...

"Oh, Salas is back." When Rosca entered, he saw Nicole and Salas sparring with swords. After greeting them and saying a few words, he noticed my bad complexion standing aside. "Son, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing, I guess I'm a bit tired."

I casually made up an excuse to cover it up, but I wasn't tired at all. It's just that when Rosca saw Salas, his gaze made me uncomfortable. It felt like a father-in-law looking at his son-in-law...

"Tired? Then go rest." Rosca threw the Blade Bear to the ground, creating a cloud of dust. He casually said to Nicole, "Daughter, go cook. Let's leave the prey here. It's been a long time since I've seen Salas. I want to see if he's improved."

"Dad, are you starving? I'll cook right away. Salas, you can stay for dinner too." Dropping the wooden sword, Nicole didn't even look at me as she walked towards the kitchen.

"Alright." Even faced with Nicole's back, Salas still wore an impeccable sunny smile.

"Salas, come over. Let's spar." Rosca grabbed a large sword from the warehouse on the first floor and threw it over. He took out the broadsword hanging on his back. The broadsword is wider and longer than a short sword, with a handle large enough for two hands. It is a distinctive weapon. This kind of sword does not have the unstoppable destructive power of a large sword, nor does it require the speed of a short sword. Most people who use broadswords have relatively average physical qualities in all aspects. In a one-on-one battle, they can be considered the most difficult opponents among swordsmen.

"Do we really have to fight?" Salas, who received the large sword, looked bitter.

"Of course we have to fight. If we don't, we won't eat." Rosca showed off some sword moves, holding the sword with both hands and assuming a defensive and offensive stance. "If you don't come forward, I'll attack first."

"Alright... I'll fight." Salas gave a bitter smile, shook his head to stabilize his emotions, and also held the sword with both hands. The heavy sword was as easily lifted as a stick. It didn't show any effort at all. "Uncle Rosca, I'm going to attack now."

"Why are you talking so much? Come on."Even though Sarus had been bullied by Rossca since he was young, he was still a genius in the Czech village and in the academy. After entering the academy, he received countless praises, jealousy and suppression from his seniors, and admiration and envy from his juniors. He was also popular among the female students, with some even willingly sacrificing themselves for him... It must be said that Sarus had been living a smooth sailing life in recent years. This arrogant guy was easily defeated by Rossca, and even though he knew that there was an insurmountable gap between them, he still felt uncomfortable.

Sarus attacked again, his body wrapped in Fighting Spirit. This was the first time I saw Sarus wrapped in Fighting Spirit, and the yellow fighting spirit swirling around his body formed a very eerie full-body defense.

The color of the Fighting Spirit represented its element. Yellow represented earth, blue represented water, white represented ice, black represented darkness, golden represented light, red represented fire, cyan represented wind, and silver-white represented lightning.

When the third level of the Fighting Spirit was reached, the attributes of the Fighting Spirit would burst out, and each attribute had its own advantages and disadvantages. For example, the earth element's biggest feature was endurance, defense, and strength, so Sarus chose to specialize in the greatsword because he could fully exert the advantages of a greatsword.

"Ah ah ah ah!" Sarus unleashed his strongest power, feeling invincible in his state of wrapped Fighting Spirit.

"Finally showing your true abilities, but it's still not enough." Facing Sarus in his strongest state, Rossca stood calmly in place, neither attacking nor defending. Only when Sarus launched his attack did he dodge it in an instant, his figure flashing by.

"Boom!" The greatsword's momentum was too heavy to stop, hitting the spot where Rossca had been standing before, piercing into the ground and leaving behind a series of cracks.

"Go." Like hitting a baseball, Rossca, using a non-standard grip, swung the wide sword like a bat and slapped Sarus on the shoulder with a "thud". The Fighting Spirit that wrapped around his shoulder instantly dissipated, and Sarus flew out like a baseball that had been knocked out of the park, the greatsword that was stuck in the ground slipping from his grasp and rolling several meters away.

That was brutal... it was like the scene of the most violent car accident.

Suddenly, I felt that it was better not to activate the Fighting Spirit. At least I wouldn't be treated like a baseball or tennis ball by Rossca... But this cowardly thought was quickly extinguished. If I didn't have power, how would I face others who had power? Should I rely on Rossca or Nicole? Is living so meekly really considered living? Or is this the life I want? To rely on and depend on others? No, I should work harder, even if it means being treated like a baseball by Rossca, I should still strive! (But... is it really okay to strive just to be a baseball?)

For some reason, after seeing Sarus being mercilessly beaten by Rossca, an infinite amount of positive energy surged within me. I felt that as long as I maintained this momentum, I might soon activate my own qi...

But who would have expected that this thought of mine would be extinguished by Rossca with a bucket of cold water in just two minutes.

"Hahaha, not bad, worthy of a Fighting Spirit of the earth element, you can take a hit." Rossca reached out and pulled Sarus up, patting his shoulder. "Are you alright?"

Being pulled up by Rossca, Sarus secretly felt the gap between them and smiled bitterly. "Fortunately, if it wasn't for you holding back, I probably wouldn't have been able to get up."

"Don't say that, I'm already at the fifth level, while you're only at the third level. Putting aside everything else, you're still far behind in terms of battle experience alone."

"But just now, you didn't even activate your Fighting Spirit, so the power you used could only be considered at the second level."

"Hehe." Rossca didn't answer Sarus, but instead asked a bewildering question. "Do you know why there's such a huge difference between the sixth and fifth levels?"

"I've heard that reaching the sixth level from the fifth level is something that can be achieved as long as you have the time..."

"That's right, the sixth level has an exclusive title - Body Refinement. To put it simply, reaching the sixth level doesn't necessarily require extraordinary talent, as long as your physical fitness reaches the critical point, you can make the breakthrough."

Starting from the second level, activating the Fighting Spirit and allowing it to flow through the warrior's body gradually enhances their physical fitness. By the time they reach the fifth level, the warrior's physical fitness would have been strengthened to a crazy level. The best way to describe it would be like Rossca carrying a bear corpse that weighed at least 1000 pounds all the way back home from the forest.How insane is this physical fitness level! Going from the fifth stage to the sixth stage is a qualitative change in physical fitness. It is said that the lifespan of a sixth stage warrior is at least 50 years longer than that of an ordinary fifth stage warrior. The maximum lifespan of an ordinary human is only about 100 years, and the lifespan of an ordinary civilian will generally not exceed 90 years due to various factors such as living conditions. Most of them can buy a coffin and store it in their own warehouse at around 60 or 70 years old. It can be seen how terrifying it is to add 50 years to one's lifespan, which is already a kind of evolution.

Rosca happens to be in the stage of climbing from the fifth stage to the sixth stage, so his physical fitness is constantly strengthening. When he truly reaches the sixth stage, even if he stands and lets a first stage weakling empty-handedly hit him all day, he probably won't be injured at all.

And what does the powerful physical fitness bring? Stronger strength, faster speed, and more terrifying endurance... If we compare it to League of Legends, it can be understood as having the power of three phases naturally, and it doesn't even take up an equipment slot!

Just think about it, if you come out at level one with the power of three phases and fight against five enemies in a team battle... even a fool wouldn't lose, right?

Of course, saying that having the power of three phases is just an analogy. In reality, the increase in physical strength alone is equivalent to a piece of Madman's Armor.

Saras is 16 years old this year, a third stage warrior, and is considered a genius no matter where he goes. Moreover, this guy has a mild temperament, is humble, kind-hearted, and loyal. It's almost impossible to find any flaws in him. He is also from Czech Village, knows his roots very well. It is normal for Rosca to be satisfied with him, so the next sentence Rosca said pushed me into the abyss.

"So, young man, don't be disheartened. When you reach the level of an uncle, you can also find a little guy to bully."

"..." Saras looked embarrassed, as if he wanted to say that I wouldn't do that.

Rosca had a more and more satisfied expression on his face. He cracked a big smile and said, "Then, Uncle has a question for you. Do you like our Nicole?"

"..." Saras remained silent.

Me: "..."

"Nicole is the most beautiful girl in the whole village... No, even in the academy, I haven't seen a girl more beautiful than Nicole. I... I..."

"Understood." Rosca patted Saras, who was shy and bowing his head, and nodded while smiling.

As for me... I could only smile wryly.

"Dinner's ready." Nicole stood at the door and called us, then noticed me standing on the side with a lost look, "Xiao Ke? Didn't you go to rest?"

"..." I didn't have any presence anymore, or maybe in your eyes, there's only Saras left...

"Hahaha, did you feel frustrated when you saw Dad and Saras' battle?" Rosca came over and patted my back to cheer me up, "It's okay, when Dad saves enough money, he'll send you to the magic academy. Haha, this Blade Bear is quite valuable..."

"Xiao Ke, as long as you work hard, there's nothing you can't succeed in." Saras also thought that I was upset and came over to comfort me. But right now, I don't want to see your face...

I answered with an "uh-huh" and followed closely behind Rosca to leave.

"..." Saras was a little puzzled, "What's wrong with Xiao Ke? Is he in a bad mood?"

"Maybe he's sulking because he saw how amazing you are, Saras. Xiao Ke is sometimes really strange." Nicole waved to Saras, "Well, come over now, or there won't be any food left."

"It's not that dramatic."

"Those two are starving ghosts."

Rosca mumbled with a mouthful of beef, unclearly dissatisfied, "Do you have to make Dad like this?"

"Hehe, I'm sorry for arranging Dad like this."

"Hehe, I understand."

I don't remember how we had dinner afterwards, I only remember Rosca and Nicole taking care of Saras attentively...

Lying on the bed, I don't know what expression to face tomorrow's sun. Saras Saras Saras Saras Saras... Why did you have to come back...