The Indomitable Martial King
Chapter 5

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Chapter 5

Rifenhardt’s daily routine was simple.

When he woke up in the morning, he ate first.

On the first day of his reincarnation, Gerald starved him and started training as a punishment because Rifenhardt’s attitude was very strange, but once Rifenhardt became obedient, he took care of his disciple’s body faithfully.

Originally, meals were also an important part of Unbreakable Gym’s training method.

The meals here were nutritionally perfect, rich in high protein, high calorie, and various nutrients.

The problem was that there was no consideration for taste.

Once he ate breakfast, which he couldn’t tell whether it was food, pig slop, or vomit from ruminating, he started getting hit.

He got beaten to death.

And then, after putting the healing potion and herbal cocktail in the bathtub like he was a dead body, he eats lunch like crazy again.

That was the end of the morning training.

Then in the afternoon, after intense muscle training, it was time for the dumb dinner.

Evening training was the same as the morning.

He got beaten to death, took a bath, and collapsed as if dead when night fell.

It was a time of unimaginable hardship for Rifenhardt, who lived as a wizard.

Of course, Rifenhardt tried to escape whenever he could.

It was better to be called a demon king than to live here in this harsh hell.

But it was completely useless.

No matter what tricks Rifenhardt tried, the damn man would always find out and block his escape.

And he said this.

“Disciple, I’ve tried everything when I was a disciple under the master. I’ve tried everything, so why wouldn’t I know how you feel? But if you endure a little more, you’ll see how you’ll be rewarded.”

In fact, there was know-how on ‘preventing disciple escape attempts’ accumulated over 130 years in Unbreakable Gym.

Since there have been great martial arts masters among the past students, none of whom haven’t cheated or tried to run away, they have all tried something different at least once.

It was a great text on disciple education methods, reflecting 130 years of know-how, so no matter what Rifenhardt tried, he couldn’t escape.

Two months later.

The man who was called the demon king for never giving up, Rifenhardt eventually gave up on escaping.

Gerald’s surveillance network was so persistent that even his beliefs built up over a lifetime were abandoned.

And even if he escaped by some stroke of luck, with that man’s personality, he would surely chase him to the ends of the continent.

Anyway, he would end up being caught and brought back…

‘It’s better to get permission and leave formally.’

Fortunately, he remembered what state the future Tesron reached in the future.

He even confirmed that the future Tesron was definitely alive.

So, this body could surely endure this absurd training method and survive.

And not just survive, but become the strongest martial artist of the time, a goal worth pursuing.

It wasn’t a bad deal at all when you thought about it.

Knowing for sure that he would reach the highest level in the future, enduring this level of hardship wasn’t so bad, was it?

Of course, that didn’t mean he was giving up on the path of a magician…

‘Well, wouldn’t it be better to be a muscular and healthy magician rather than a frail magician?’

Changing his mind, Rifenhardt resolved to take Gerald’s teachings seriously.

Well, to be honest, there wasn’t much seriousness or self-righteousness.

He just closed his eyes and endured the beating to death.

‘And besides, that old man isn’t a bad person.’

Another reason Rifenhardt changed his mind was Gerald’s attitude towards him.

Gerald sincerely, truly cherished and loved his disciple.

He was really full of affection and concern for Rifenhardt.

His eyes were always filled with love and concern for his disciple.

This devoted affection was something Rifenhardt had never experienced before.

For a magician, teaching a disciple magic and showing extreme affection was absurd.

Even to learn the most basic 1st circle spell, you had to live like a slave for at least three years, enduring your master’s beatings.

In contrast, Gerald even did his disciple’s chores.

He cooked his meals (whether you could call it cooking or not) and cleaned (if he had any energy left to clean, Gerald’s opinion was that he should be beaten to death one more time and made to carry more rocks.)

He didn’t even charge tuition fees.

He poured out astronomical amounts of money for his own expenses to educate Rifenhardt.

It was too strange, so he even asked Gerald directly.

Why would you do so much for me?

Gerald answered with a puzzled expression.

“A master is like a parent. Isn’t it natural for a master to do everything for a disciple who is like a child?”

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Growing up as an orphan without parents and spending his childhood under a magician, Rifenhardt felt awkward but strangely good about this affection.

So even though he tried to run away later, he remembered Gerald’s gaze and expression and folded himself.

Well, to be honest, Gerald had his reasons too.

He had finally found his successor after 30 years.

This damn Unbreakable Gym had so many disciples who were beaten to death in the beginning that they were over two-digit numbers.

So it was natural for him to cherish his disciple so much.

The excessive violence was Rifenhardt’s sadness, but there was no doubt that Gerald genuinely loved his disciple.

That was something he didn’t doubt at all.

And so two years passed in the ‘hell of overflowing love.’

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Today, Rifenhardt was tied to a stake, being beaten as usual.

Slowly shedding his boyishness, his body was now completely different from two years ago.

Now, being hit felt refreshing even with bamboo.

There was no need to bite on a bit anymore.

His jaw strength, trained as it was, was in a state where it could chew up any bit.

Of course, that didn’t mean the current beating training wasn’t painful.

Currently, Gerald was pounding his disciple with an iron mace instead of bamboo.

“Uh, ugh! Uh-huh!”

Grinding his teeth, Rifenhardt conjured up an image.

The image of strengthening the body, and his unique breathing technique.

Enduring this relentless training was the only way to alleviate some of the pain.

As he continued to take the beating, a strange sensation he had never experienced before suddenly surged through his whole body.

‘Gasp!’

A powerful energy surged from his lower abdomen, flowing through his limbs a hundredfold.

He felt the energy filling his entire body, and the trained strength in his jaw was felt to the point where any bit could be chewed up.

Rifenhardt unconsciously twisted his body.

Crack!

The thick iron chains that bound him (they were already unable to withstand Rifenhardt’s brute strength) shattered, freeing his arms.

Rifenhardt looked at his arms in disbelief.

A faint golden aura hovered over his strong muscles.

“W-what is this?”

“Hahahaha!”

Gerald laughed heartily, patting Rifenhardt’s shoulders with evident joy.

“Congratulations, my disciple. You have finally awakened your aura.”

Aura, the essence of life.

Those who reach a certain level can sense the world’s energy, absorb it into their bodies, and transform it into their own power.

Known as aura, this power can give enhanced strength to the body, capable of breaking rocks and leaping over fortress walls with ease.

Furthermore, depending on how aura is manipulated, one can even regenerate the body or unleash long-range attacks, displaying powers akin to magic.

The continent is vast, and martial artists are numerous, but those who reach the level of mastering aura are few and far between.

Even basic aura manipulation, just enhancing the body using aura, could earn one the treatment equivalent to a knight-commander of a small country’s knights.

That’s how esteemed and powerful aura users are.

‘Goodness, is this the aura I’ve only heard about?’

Rifenhardt couldn’t believe it himself as he scanned his entire body.

He had only heard that even Cyrus the Sword Saint only awakened his aura in his late twenties.

And that was considered an unprecedented leap forward, earning him praise as a genius.

Yet here was Rifenhardt, not even twenty years old, awakening his aura?

But Gerald’s expression seemed to take it for granted.

“Why are you so surprised? With our training method at Unbreakable Gym, this is only natural. I’ve been thinking it’s about time.”

Indeed, unless the effects were this good, there would be no need to undergo such brute training.

Silently acknowledging this, Rifenhardt nodded his head.

But suddenly, Gerald struck Rifenhardt’s abdomen with the steel mace he was holding.

Boom!

Rifenhardt just watched blankly as a destructive force that could crush even a rock pounded his abs.

Something did hit him, but…

Gerald chuckled.

“How is it? It shouldn’t hurt anymore, right?”

“Yes, master…”

Rifenhardt replied with a hoarse voice.

“Wow, all the suffering was worth it.”

All the suffering up until now flashed through his mind like a spark.

If this was the reward he could get from such horrible hell, then it was worth it.

He thought he would be grateful to Gerald when he reached the level in the future, and it seemed like Gerald wasn’t just making empty promises.

Gerald proudly shrugged his shoulders.

“By striking the entire body, you continue to train the body while stimulating the survival instinct. The strong will to live enhances one’s vitality, and that increased strength ultimately manifests as aura. Although the process is painful, there is no more efficient way to awaken aura on the continent! What do you think, my disciple? Do you now understand the excellence of this training method?”

Gerald threw the steel mace to the ground.

There was no longer any need for such a thing.

“It’s about time to finish the striking training.”

Finally, the painful days were over!

Rifenhardt smiled with joy.

He was happy to have awakened his aura, but he was even happier to realize that there would be no more beatings.

Gerald grinned.

“Let’s move on to the next stage. It’s time for technical training.”

Ah, now he would learn some normal martial arts.

That meant he could soon retire, right?

For the past two years, he had done nothing but build muscles and take beatings.

He hadn’t properly learned how to punch or kick.

Rifenhardt, burning with enthusiasm, asked.

“What is technical training, master?”

Gerald raised his fist with a smirk.

“A free spar with me.”

“….”

Speechless, Rifenhardt looked up at his master’s fist.

The two fists, reminiscent of a dwarven steel hammer, were emitting a faint golden aura.

It seemed different in quality from Rifenhardt’s faint aura.

‘How painful would it be to be hit by that?’

Rifenhardt soon felt the answer firsthand.

“Aaaah!”

Rifenhardt despaired as he felt Gerald’s ‘hawk of love’ frantically digging into his vital areas.

“The hell of overflowing love” was not over.

It was just beginning.

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