Chapter 054: Dying and Coming Back to Life

To be honest, Wang Bo had never expected that the extreme training method Milo spoke of would be so breathtaking to watch.

On the first day, Mosas broke both his hands during training. But it didn't matter; Milo healed Mosas's hands with his Cosmo.

On the second day, Mosas carelessly suffered a shattered spine during training, leaving his lower body paralyzed. But it didn't matter; Milo still healed Mosas's injuries with his Cosmo.

On the third day, he nearly had his head chopped off during training, but Milo healed him again.

So this extreme training method was about constantly teetering on the edge of injury and death.

This truly proved the saying: as long as you don't die from training, train until you drop.

Wang Bo had no idea how Mosas managed to endure it; even when his body was covered in wounds, he never called for a stop.

Without a doubt, this was a tough man.

If Milo hadn't been able to heal Mosas with his Cosmo, even ten lives wouldn't have been enough for this kind of training.

But undeniably, this extreme training method was very effective. Mosas grew stronger every day at a visible rate.

For instance, on the first day, he could only do a thousand frog jumps carrying a hundred-pound stone.

But by the ninth day, he could do a thousand frog jumps carrying a five-hundred-pound stone. Even more astonishing, after finishing, his face wasn't red, he wasn't out of breath, and he still had energy for other training.

At the same time, with Milo's help, his combat skills had improved rapidly.

Catching flying daggers barehanded, catching arrows barehanded, catching blades barehanded—all were no problem. More importantly, his swordsmanship had also made great strides. He felt he could take on ten of his former selves without breaking a sweat.

After seeing this training, Wang Bo couldn't help asking Milo, "Are you training him like a Saint?"

Milo said calmly, "The extreme training method was originally used to train Saint candidates."

"Then can he awaken his Cosmo?"

"Unlikely." Milo shook his head. "His talent is insufficient; it's very hard for him to awaken his Cosmo."

Half a month later, Mosas's strength had increased significantly. Wang Bo nodded in satisfaction; with his current strength, challenging Manon would give him a very good chance of winning.

The odds were roughly seventy percent.

Hearing this, Mosas grew restless. That night during dinner, he said, "I plan to set out tomorrow and challenge Manon in Gomorrah."

Wang Bo glanced at Milo, who didn't object. "Alright, but be careful. Your enemies aren't just Manon, but also Manon's army."

Mosas fell into thought. This was indeed a problem. Though he was confident he could defeat Manon, two fists are no match for four hands.

Just then, Cassandra said, "Perhaps I can help you."

Mosas looked at her.

Cassandra said, "I'll go back with you. I know the palace roads well. I can guide you and help you defeat Manon."

Mosas didn't refuse. He nodded and said, "Thank you."

"No need. You are the king favored by the two lords. I hope you can end Manon's tyrannical rule." Having seen Mosas's training these days, Cassandra knew he was a man who never gave up, and she had gained some confidence in him.

The thief on the side said, "Maybe I can help you too."

He had figured it out: with two mysterious wizards willing to help Mosas, Mosas was bound to defeat Manon and end his tyrannical rule.

If he joined in, he might even earn some merit and later become a high official under Mosas. He was determined to latch onto this powerful figure.

Mosas gave the thief a deep look, then nodded in agreement.

He understood the principle that many hands make light work.

The next morning, after breakfast, the group set off.

Their destination was Gomorrah.

After arriving in Gomorrah on a magic carpet, Wang Bo and Milo parted ways with Mosas and his two companions at the city gate. Wang Bo didn't plan to interfere in their revenge.

"Thank you." Mosas was extremely grateful to Wang Bo and Milo for their training over these days. Though the process had been painful, the result was good—at least he now had the strength to take revenge.

After parting, Mosas, burning with rage, headed straight for the palace. To avoid the palace guards, he and the thief followed Cassandra through a secret passage.

To avoid danger, they decided to act at night.

When night fell, with Cassandra's help, the three easily infiltrated the palace.

Then they caught a patrolling guard, forced him to reveal where Manon was, knocked him out, and headed for Manon's bedchamber.

Along the way, they moved nimbly, carefully avoiding the guards. Under Cassandra's lead, they finally reached the bedchamber.

According to the guard's confession, Manon was inside.

At this point, Mosas could no longer suppress the fury in his heart. He kicked open the bedchamber door and strode in.

Manon, who had been sound asleep, was awakened by the door being kicked open. He snapped his eyes open and saw Mosas's burly figure.

Seeing his enemy, Mosas struck without hesitation.

Manon reacted quickly. He grabbed the maid sleeping beside him and threw her in front of him to block the blade, then rolled off the bed and grabbed the weapon at his bedside.

Trained by Milo, Mosas could now control his strikes freely. Seeing the maid flying toward him, he quickly withdrew his blade, caught the screaming maid, and set her aside.

By then, Manon had already taken up his weapon and covered his lower body with a sheet to avoid being exposed.

Though no one would have minded, he found it unpleasant.

"So it's you," Manon said, recognizing Mosas, the underling who had escaped from him.

Then he saw Cassandra, and his face darkened, because Cassandra reminded him of that man.

The mysterious man who had defeated his army with a single move.

Manon looked around but didn't see the mysterious man, which relieved him.

Just then, Mosas charged forward with a roar, "Die!"

Manon immediately raised his scimitar to block Mosas's strike, but he hadn't expected Mosas's strength to be so immense. He was knocked back several steps, crashing against the wall with a thud.

At the same time, Mosas lunged forward, his long blade slashing at Manon's neck.