anovelconsole Chapter 530 I can't even see how strong he really is
Chapter 530 I can't even see how strong he really is
"It's a matter of levels."
Shen Yiyi was stunned.
level.
The words carried a different weight when spoken by Ye Yao.
She had seen Ye Yao fight against opponents with SSS-level talent, seen her turn the tide when she was at a disadvantage, and seen her use a dagger to cut through the entire back row.
Ye Yao is never afraid of being overwhelmed by talent—she believes that skill can make up for the gap and that awareness can overcome numerical superiority.
But today, she talked about "levels".
This term implies that some gaps cannot be bridged by operation and awareness alone.
Shen Yiyi opened her mouth as if to say something, but seeing Ye Yao's expression, she swallowed her words back.
She recognized that expression—it was when Ye Yao first saw an S-rank boss in the beginner village. Everyone else was so scared that they backed away, but Ye Yao stood at the very front, her eyes shining brightly.
That wasn't fear, it was clarity.
Be clearly aware of what you are facing.
I am keenly aware of how much I fall short.
Be clear-headed—know what you are going to do.
Ye Yao stood up and dusted herself off.
The movements were swift and precise, as if some kind of ritual had been performed.
The moonlight shone on her, bathing her in a silvery-white glow.
"I want to become stronger," she said.
The voice wasn't loud, but every word was resounding.
"Not just better than yesterday—better than everyone else."
Shen Yiyi looked at her and suddenly felt that she was a completely different person from before.
Just now, she was like a sword sheathed, all its sharpness hidden within, only the silent hilt visible. Now, the sword is drawn.
In the moonlight, the slender figure stood ramrod straight, a dagger gleaming coldly at her waist. A gust of wind blew, causing the hem of her dress to flutter softly.
"Let's go." Ye Yao turned around and walked towards the camp. Her steps were steady, each step firm and solid.
"Starting tomorrow, double the training."
Shen Yiyi quickly followed, jogging a few steps before catching up with her.
"Sister Ye Yao, wait for me—"
The moonlight cast long shadows of the two people, leaving two parallel dark streaks on the stone path.
One stood straight, the other staggered.
......
A level 40 monster map.
The campfire burned brightly, its orange flames licking the night sky and pushing back the surrounding darkness.
Raji planted his battle axe in the ground, the bloodstains on the blade gleaming in the firelight.
He plopped down next to the campfire, grabbed a piece of jerky, and started gnawing on it.
The firelight danced on his face, the alternating light and shadow making his already rugged face look even more hardened.
Arjun sat opposite him, sharpening his staff with a whetstone.
Although the staff doesn't need sharpening at all—it's not a knife.
But he needs to do something to process what he saw today.
The whetstone and staff made a rustling sound, monotonous and repetitive, like a lullaby.
The campfire crackled, and sparks occasionally flew out, drawing a short red line across the night sky before going out.
The two of them sat there, one munching on jerky and the other sharpening his staff, neither of them saying a word.
A long time passed, so long that a piece of wood in the campfire collapsed, sending up a shower of sparks.
"Tell me, who exactly is Lin Tian?" Raj suddenly asked, his mouth still full of jerky, his voice muffled.
Arjun stopped what he was doing, the whetstone hanging in mid-air.
"What's your background?"
"That's it—" Raj gestured, drawing a circle in the air with the jerky in his hand, the juice splashing out and sizzling as it landed in the fire.
He gestured for a long time but couldn't find the right words, so he simply stuffed the jerky back into his mouth and held up one finger.
The finger swayed in the firelight, as thick as a short stick.
"Hmm." Arjun continued sharpening his staff. The rustling sound rang out again.
"I've never seen anyone like that before."
Raj said, his voice suddenly becoming serious.
He put down the dried meat, placed his hands on his knees, leaned forward, and the firelight made his pupils appear orange-red.
"You know my talent: the lower my health, the stronger I become. In berserk mode, my attack power and attack speed double. How much health will a boss lose if I take one hit with my axe when I'm low on health?"
Arjun didn't answer. He knew Raj wasn't really asking him.
"One stomp from him is worth more than ten blows from my axe."
Raj said there was no resentment or frustration in his voice, only a pure confusion.
He scratched his head, the stubble of his short hair rustling against his skin.
"So?" Arjun asked.
"So I'm wondering if there's something about him that we don't know about."
Raji's eyes shone frighteningly bright in the firelight, like two burning lumps of coal.
"I have SSS-level talent too. Why is he so much stronger than me?"
Arjun remained silent for a moment.
He put down the whetstone and staff, tucked his hands into his sleeves, and stared at the campfire for a long time.
The firelight danced on his glasses, illuminating the intricate patterns with exceptional clarity.
"You're not dissatisfied," Arjun suddenly said.
Raj was taken aback.
"You're not resentful of his strength," Arjun said again, this time with even greater certainty.
Raj looked at him without saying a word. The campfire crackled, sparks flew up and landed on the ground between the two men, slowly fading into darkness.
"You just want to fight him," Arjun said.
Raj grinned.
It was a pure laugh, without any impurities—not a bitter laugh, not a self-deprecating laugh, not a laugh of resentment, just a laugh.
Like a child who sees a very high mountain, their first reaction is not "I can't climb it," but "I want to try."
"Of course I want to fight him," he said, his voice carrying a sense of self-righteous indignation. "If you see someone stronger than yourself and don't go up and give it a try, what kind of warrior are you?"
Arjun rolled his eyes. It was a skillful eye roll—a mix of helplessness, habit, and a hint of resignation.
"You said the same thing last time. The time before that. And the time before that."
He started counting, "and then every time he'd come back with a bruised and swollen face, and I'd have to clean up his mess."
"Then he's not dead, is he?" Raj said matter-of-factly.
"That's because I've been desperately trying to heal you from behind!" Arjun's voice rose a few decibels.
"Do you know how nervous I get every time you charge in? My blue bar is reserved just for you?"
"Then don't be nervous," Raj said with a grin. "I won't die."
Arjun took a deep breath and told himself not to bother with a battle maniac.
He picked up his staff and continued sharpening it.
Shashashasha.
"It's not that I'm dissatisfied with his strength."
Raji suddenly repeated himself, his voice a few decibels lower than before, like the embers left after a campfire had burned out.
Arjun stopped.
"I'm not convinced—I can't even see how strong he really is."
These words fell beside the campfire, warmed by the firelight and blown by the night wind.
Arjun looked at his expression and suddenly felt that something was wrong.