There are also differences between 'naming' and 'naming'.
Chen Hai's 'naming' is different from those demon lords and demon kings; it possesses even more terrifying enhancement effects.
Even weak Goblins, unevolved Ogre Clan, and very ordinary Lizardmen, after receiving names from Chen Hai, all saw their strength advance by leaps and bounds.
Moreover, unlike the original work where a period of time was needed for the transformation to complete.
Monsters named by Chen Hai would evolve instantly, becoming new, stronger races!
This is the best proof right now.
The Goblin warrior and Dragonewt Race warrior learned the techniques Hakurou taught them in just one afternoon.
Although experience needs to be accumulated, at least a foundation has been laid.
With these foundations, their combat power will rise by a notch.
Chen Hai watched the victorious Dragonewt Race warriors and applauded like everyone else.
At this moment, Chen Hai noticed that only Shuna, Shion, Izawa Shizue, and Souka were beside him, and Treyni, who had entrusted him with the hog race problem, was not there.
"Where did that Treant lady go?"
At this question, Souka looked towards the northwest side of the village.
"The Treant lady said she was going to patrol the surroundings, so she won't be back for a while."
"Aren't the few of us enough?"
Shion took over the conversation, frowning slightly.
"That's not the point here."
Chen Hai smiled and brushed it off.
At this time, Shuna and Izawa Shizue received the latest drinks prepared by the beautiful Goblins; they were fruit-based drinks, similar to fruit wine.
The moment Chen Hai smelled the sweet scent of fruit, footsteps came from ahead.
After gently wiping the sweat from his forehead, the Dragonewt Race warrior who had retreated to the side of the field walked towards the west side of the crowd.
His gaze fell on the other end of the training ground.
There, a crimson figure leaned against a tree trunk, arms crossed, with an indifferent expression.
It was Benimaru.
He was not wearing armor today, only a deep red martial arts uniform, with his sheathed sword at his waist, playing the role of a very calm spectator.
The Dragonewt Race warrior took a deep breath, stepped forward, and bowed respectfully.
"Lord Benimaru."
Benimaru's gaze fell on him.
"Hmm? Something wrong?"
"Although we won the battle against the Goblins just now, I believe there are still many shortcomings."
The Dragonewt Race warrior stated frankly,
"Therefore..."
He paused, his voice firm but without provocation,
"I humbly request Lord Benimaru to enlighten me and let me witness what 'true combat' is."
The surrounding warriors, hearing this, all turned their heads.
Some were surprised, some worried, and some secretly anticipated.
Challenging Benimaru? Even if it was just a spar, it was almost asking for humiliation.
Because during the training this afternoon, everyone knew the strength of the Kijin (Ogre).
Although they were not the first race to be named by Chen Hai, but ranked after the Goblins and Fang Wolves, due to their high baseline, they became exceptionally powerful after receiving names.
Now, hearing the 'request' for a challenge, Benimaru looked at him quietly, and after a moment, a slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Aren't you afraid of losing face?"
"If I can learn something from a strong person, what does losing face matter?"
The Dragonewt Race bowed his head.
"This training is only for becoming stronger."
Hearing this, Benimaru left the tree trunk he was leaning against with interest, and stretched his wrists and shoulders.
"Alright. I accept your challenge—but on one condition."
"Please state it."
"I won't draw my sword."
Benimaru lightly patted the hilt of the sword at his waist.
"I'll spar with you bare-handed. If you can force me to draw my sword within ten moves, you win."
The whole place was in an uproar.
Bare-handed against a wooden spear? This was no longer a concession, but outright 'instruction.'
The Dragonewt Race warrior, however, showed no shame; instead, battle intent ignited in his eyes.
"Thank you, Lord, for your generosity!"
Ranga, who had previously served as the referee, once again ran to the central area.
Immediately after—
With a howl, the match began.
The Dragonewt Race warrior did not attack rashly.
He took a deep breath, lowered his center of gravity, held his long spear horizontally, its tip trembling slightly, and adopted a defensive stance.
He knew that facing Benimaru, any underestimation would be fatal.
Therefore, rather than attacking, he chose to defend first, trying to figure out Benimaru's fighting style.
Seeing this scene, Souka, from the same race, was particularly surprised.
"In the past... my race's warriors would rush at the enemy head-on..."
Lizardmen used to be reckless fellows.
They would always shout about fighting for their race, for victory, and then engage the enemy without having gathered any information.
It's different now... after evolving into the Dragonewt Race, they've become much more cautious.
To put it simply, they've gained 'combat intelligence.'
Rather than being mindless soldiers.
"This is all thanks to Lord Chen Hai."
As Souka expressed her thanks, she offered him a fruit-flavored pastry she had just received.
"Please, Lord Chen Hai."
"Thank you."
"This tastes really good."
After Souka finished, Shuna and Shion also chose to follow suit.
"Please eat this, Lord Chen Hai."
"I have some here too."
Everything was placed in front of Chen Hai.
Smelling the sweet aroma, Chen Hai remained calm and said with a smile,
"A little later will be enough. For now... Miss Shizue, let's have some drinks together."
"Drinks? Alright."
Hearing this, Shizue quickly had someone bring brewed alcohol and cups.
"We want some too!"
Shuna and Shion also requested a cup.
Chen Hai heard them and cautioned the two,
"Don't get drunk."
"We won't get drunk."
Shuna gave a definite answer.
Shion, on the other hand, raised the corner of her mouth.
"I'm not so sure. I hope Lord Chen Hai won't mind my rudeness then~"
She wouldn't just rush up and hug and kiss him, would she?
As Chen Hai muttered inwardly, the battlefield changed.
At first, Benimaru stood with his hands behind his back, his feet unmoved, only slightly turned, as if waiting for the Dragonewt Race to make a move.
Eventually, the Dragonewt Race warrior could no longer hold back and made his move.
He suddenly charged forward, his long spear thrusting out rapidly, aiming straight for Benimaru's chest!
The spear tip cut through the air, its speed so fast that even the spectators' expressions changed.
The Lizardmen left in the morning, met at noon, were named and trained by Chen Hai in the afternoon, and underwent a transformation by evening!
Seeing the enemy's attack, Benimaru moved.
He did not dodge, but extended his right hand like an eagle's claw, precisely gripping the front end of the spear shaft, and gently pressed down—the wrapped spear tip immediately deviated from its trajectory.
Before the Dragonewt Race could change his move, Benimaru's left hand shot out like lightning, clamping the spear shaft with two fingers, and twisted it with the momentum!
Crack!!
The wooden spear was snapped in half by the strength of his two fingers!
The Dragonewt Race was greatly alarmed, instinctively retreating, only to see Benimaru already closing in.
He lightly tapped the ground with his left foot, and his right knee shot up like a cannonball, striking Gorum's lower jaw.
The Dragonewt warrior hastily raised his arm to block, but was struck by an immense force, sending him flying backward, landing heavily on the sandy ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
The entire field was silent.
Gorum struggled to his feet, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, his arm numb, yet he still clutched the broken half-spear, his eyes unyielding.
Benimaru stood in place and said faintly,
"Too reckless."
Hearing the assessment, the Dragonewt warrior took a deep breath, again lowered his stance, and held the broken spear horizontally in front of him, using the two pieces of the broken spear as two weapons.
After completing his preparations, the Dragonewt Race warrior charged again.
The spear shaft swept horizontally, striking Benimaru's waist and ribs.
Benimaru sidestepped to avoid it, and his right hand naturally patted Gorum's shoulder, using the force to push him, causing the Dragonewt warrior to stumble forward, losing his balance.
Benimaru, however, did not press his advantage; instead, he retreated half a step.
"Your attack is too direct."
The Dragonewt Race warrior nodded breathlessly, and attacked again.
This time, he no longer pursued speed, but used defense as offense, attempting to wear down Benimaru's attention.
This time, Benimaru's expression changed, as if acknowledging the Dragonewt Race warrior's change.
Then—
The Dragonewt Race warrior seized the opportunity, suddenly crouched low, and swept the broken spear across the ground, aiming for Benimaru's lower body.
Benimaru, however, had anticipated it.
He lightly lifted his left foot, rotated his right foot in place, and spun like a top to avoid the sweep, while simultaneously bringing his right hand down like a blade, delivering a light hand chop to Gorum's spear-wielding wrist.
Whack!
A piece of the broken spear flew out of his hand, embedding itself in a distant sandbag.
The Dragonewt Race stood motionless, breathing rapidly, his entire body soaked in sweat.
Benimaru withdrew his hand.
"You have indeed improved a lot compared to before. When we first met, I only saw you as reckless monsters who followed a foolish young master."
But now... "After Chen Hai-sama gave you names, you all made significant progress."
"Thank you for your guidance, Benimaru-sama! After Chen Hai-sama bestowed names upon us, we felt our entire beings change! We will continue to strive for improvement because of this!"
Hearing the reply, Benimaru patted him on the shoulder.
"Rest for a bit now."
"Understood."
After the Dragonewt Race warrior thanked Benimaru a second time, he also bowed to Chen Hai, then ran to the nearest open space and sat down to rest.
As a spectator who had just witnessed everything, Chen Hai once again asked the young women beside him,
"Did you all feel a very obvious change too?"
After Chen Hai asked this question, Izawa Shizue also looked at the monster girls.
Shuna, Shion, and Souka all nodded together, emphasizing separately,
"The moment we received names, it felt like the world was different."
"At that time, I had a strange experience of 'understanding the world'... as if everything was under control, even though I wasn't that powerful myself."
"After my brother and I were given names by Chen Hai-sama, it wasn't just a physical improvement; memory, learning ability, magic power, and stamina all doubled."
In this regard, Chen Hai's 'bestowal of names' was like a 'golden finger'.
Because of this, Chen Hai asked his system.
"How strong is the 'bestowal of names' effect exactly? Is it different from 'City Member'?"
"'City Member' is part of the Host's system; its growth potential is higher and has no upper limit; as for 'bestowal of names'... the Host's power merges with this world's setting, and monsters who receive 'bestowal of names' will also be strengthened, racial evolution, physical strength increase, stamina increase, attack power enhancement, defense power increase, multi-element resistance acquisition, stronger learning ability, higher intelligence, and also..."
"Stop, stop reading."
"To summarize, it's the 'man-made golden finger' aspect. The Host can now be said to be the 'representative'."
From this perspective, conquering "that time i got reincarnated as a slime" might be much easier.
Even if he can't provoke the top-tier star-destroying, star-system-destroying powerhouses at the moment, significantly increasing the plane occupation rate is still not a problem! K.