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