Is It Wrong to Try to Pick Up Girls in a Dungeon with Gate of Babylon?

[28] Power Upgrade!

Clash!

Two wooden swords collided.

However, after just a few breaths of stalemate, August was forced back.

Although he was just one step away from leveling up now, and had acquired the Eight Thousand Sword Styles, the absolute gap in strength couldn't be filled.

Even if Ais restrained her strength, she still suppressed August effortlessly.

Watching August in front of her, a storm surged in Ais's heart.

Just a few days ago, August was an ordinary person who hadn't even touched a sword, and just the day before, he had only become slightly familiar with combat, still far from mastering sword techniques.

However, today's August had already crossed this threshold and developed his own system.

Keep in mind, even she wouldn't dare claim to have her own system.

Yet, August had achieved it. Although wielding a wooden sword, each move he made exuded an unmistakable intent to kill.

His sword existed solely for slaughter, with no other purpose.

Everything he did was for the sake of defeating his opponents.

Very straightforward, yet very frightening.

"Who taught you these sword skills?" Ais slowly asked, unable to believe that August had comprehended them himself.

"A somewhat sinister swordsman!" August said with a faint smile.

Captain Unohana from Bleach, synonymous with 'sinister'.

"Can I..."

"Sorry, I can't help with that." August directly refused, leaving no room for negotiation. His swordsmanship inheritance originated from a gacha draw, even though it traced back to Unohana, the first generation this styles, August had never met.

"Fine."

This answer disappointed Ais. In her eyes, learning from the master of such powerful sword techniques would undoubtedly make her stronger.

Different from most people, her world was simple.

She said whatever came to her mind, and deception or probing wasn't her style.

After slightly moving her shoulders, the battle with Ais left him physically and mentally exhausted every time.

For Ais, restraining most of her strength during their training and treating him as a novice was already impressive. The degree of control over her attacks wasn't in her focus.

Now the sun had already risen, and the morning sparring session was over.

Just like before, August took out a bucket of fried chicken and a coke for Ais.

Although Ais didn't mind this, it felt wrong not to give anything in return.

After returning to his room, taking a shower, and changing clothes, the morning training session was considered complete.

Compared to the previous days when Ais beat him like a dog every morning, he barely managed not to be knocked down today—an enormous improvement.

This made August sigh.

Normal people, geniuses, and monsters were different. Geniuses and monsters were different, and monsters and game exploiters were even more different.

Normal people's efforts couldn't surpass the efforts of equally diligent geniuses. Similarly, the efforts of geniuses couldn't surpass those of ordinary monsters.