Be a lord in the world of Indian mythology

Chapter 97 Arrogance

Vijay's conversation with Thier brought his somewhat unsettled heart back to the ground.

He gazed at the full moon in the sky, his heart filled with sorrow.

Knowing the danger, should we stop now?

Why not just live a comfortable feudal lord's life?

Under the moonlight, a surge of rage rose in Vijay's heart, not for any other reason than simply because he couldn't stand it.

Even a Dalit is still a human being!

It is not Dalits themselves that are corrupt, but rather the institutions and traditions that regard Dalits as corrupt.

You discriminate against and despise me, but I can control it with ease. The difference in skill is obvious!

As night quietly faded, a pale light gradually appeared on the eastern horizon, and a light morning mist enveloped the entire village of Mittal.

The village was not yet fully awake, and all around was quiet and peaceful.

Vijay slept soundly through the night, nestled in Maya's broad embrace.

The fatigue from days of running around and planning dissipated completely. As soon as the sky began to lighten, he got up early, his mind preoccupied with the newly completed martial arts school and Tye.

After a quick wash, I walked alone toward the martial arts training ground.

He had intended to arrive early, thinking that it was still early and that Tye might still be dreaming. But as soon as he stepped into the training ground, he saw a familiar figure in the distance.

Thie seemed to have been practicing on the field for a long time. The dark water stains on the soil under his feet, soaked with sweat, were particularly conspicuous on the dry yellow earth.

This weathered old man is advanced in years, his face is deeply lined, and his figure is no longer as upright as it was in his youth. However, his decades of hard work and self-cultivation have kept his physical condition far beyond that of his peers.

At this moment, he is honing his basic skills, his punches and kicks are steady and powerful, and every punch and kick is in accordance with the rules, with his movements being extremely precise.

After completing the entire set of basic hard exercises, Tiye stopped moving, closed his eyes, and began to practice his unique breathing method. His chest rose and fell rhythmically, and his breath flowed slowly around him, appearing and disappearing in the morning mist.

Vijay walked slowly forward, his footsteps startling Tye, who was doing his morning exercise. The old man opened his eyes, and when he saw the newcomer, a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes. He smiled and said, "Patriarch Vijay, you've come so early today."

"I was concerned about the affairs of the martial arts school, so I came early to see the master's daily practice," Vijay replied respectfully, bowing with his hands clasped.

Tiye was somewhat surprised by Vijay's diligence. After a moment's thought, he smiled and extended an invitation: "Since you're here, why not have a friendly spar? I'd also like to take this opportunity to personally test the depth of your true cultivation."

Vijay's heart skipped a beat, and he readily agreed.

During this period, he continuously improved his skills by adding talent points, comparing his combat performance with the masters he had seen before. He knew that he had now reached the level of a warrior, but he had never fought against a true powerhouse at this stage.

Even if one has combat experience in their mind, but has never truly felt this level of power in their body, it still feels somewhat ethereal.

As for Thier, in his own words, he was once a true warrior of the past, having fought countless battles and narrowly escaped death!

Moreover, anyone who can travel through hundreds of cities and still survive is undoubtedly a formidable individual!

Being able to spar with his opponent not only allows him to test his own strength but also helps him to further integrate and understand the material, which is exactly what he desires.

The two arrived at the center of the field, where it was empty except for the rustling sound of the morning breeze blowing through the treetops.

Tiye casually assumed a starting stance, relaxed, with one leg slightly raised and his hands naturally held in front of him. His tone was indifferent: "No need to hold back, just attack me with your strongest power."

Vijay sized up the old man opposite him and secretly judged that Tye was quite old, with countless old wounds on his body. His muscles were no longer as full and firm as they were in his prime, and he looked withered and thin. Judging by the naked eye, his physical strength must have declined significantly.

Being in his prime and empowered by body-strengthening techniques and breathing exercises, Vijay subconsciously assessed how much effort he should put in.

The thought flashed through his mind, and Vijay suddenly exerted force with his feet, his body shooting out like an arrow released from a bow.

With a heavy stomp of his feet, dust billowed up, and a wide, sweeping straight punch, carrying a powerful gust of wind, struck directly at Gulu's chest.

He didn't deliberately conceal the power of this punch; he had already unleashed the basic combat strength of a warrior.

Faced with the rapid offensive, Thier remained calm, his eyes like a clear mirror that saw through everything, clearly observing Vijay's punches and movements.

His feet were firmly planted on the ground, without moving an inch. He simply raised his arm and made a precise block.

The moment his arms crossed, Vijay felt a subtle, gentle force travel through his fists, instantly pulling his center of gravity and causing him to stagger forward involuntarily.

This is a wrestling style passed down in the northern city-states, which excels at using skill to deflect force and defeat the strong with the weak.

Vijay had this technique in mind, so he reacted instantly and secretly admired it.

Remaining calm in the face of danger, he suddenly lowered his waist and stomped on the ground, forcefully stabilizing his unbalanced body. With a flick of his wrist, a second punch followed immediately.

The speed of this punch suddenly increased, and ninety percent of its power was unleashed subconsciously, the wind from the punch howling, and the momentum was even greater than before.

Tiye remained unmoved, gently pressing down with both arms from top to bottom.

The seemingly light movements contained immense force, and the overwhelming pressure pressed down on Vijay, causing him to stumble and nearly fall to the ground.

But his powerful physique gave him ample room to adjust. He used the momentum to his advantage, completed a somersault with one hand on the ground, and landed steadily several steps away, widening the distance between them.

After his opponent easily neutralized both of his attacks, Vijay abandoned his underestimation and his expression became serious.

He took a deep breath, his muscles tensed, and his blood and qi circulated at full speed, pushing his physical strength to the limit and no longer holding back any power.

A violent force was concentrated at the tip of his fist, and he charged forward with all his might for the third time. His fist was sharp and fierce, as powerful as thunder.

This time, the relaxed smile on Thier's face finally faded, and his eyes became serious.

He crossed his arms in front of him, and a faint bluish-green halo appeared in his palms.

Vijay immediately recognized that this was exactly the same as the final defensive technique he had seen Vilandra before—the protective force of a warrior.

The heavy punch slammed into the seemingly soft light shield, producing a dull thud.

The violent impact was gradually dissipated, and Vijay felt as if he had punched a soft, dense cushion, with no way to vent his strength.

He gritted his teeth, took several steps, and as he moved, his punches suddenly changed from straight punches to elbow strikes.

Tier also waved his arms, constantly rotating and blocking, deflecting all the attacks. Occasionally, he would lightly slap Vijay with his backhand, causing him to stagger backward.

After several rounds, despite Vijay's fierce attacks, he was still unable to break through the opponent's defense.

He knew in his heart that even though he was now at the level of a warrior, he was still like a high wall in front of this veteran warrior. So he stopped insisting on brute force and immediately started to use his breathing technique.

The moment the breathing technique is activated, the airflow around the body flows, and the mind instantly becomes crystal clear. Every subtle movement of Thyye, the landing point of his foot, and the trajectory of his arm are clearly reflected in his eyes.

The blood in the body is like a surging river, circulating rapidly in the blood vessels, further activating muscle fibers, and causing a simultaneous surge in strength, speed, and reaction ability.

The next second, Vijay's figure almost disappeared from the spot. Before the dust he kicked up had even settled, he had already appeared beside Thier, his fist heading straight for the other's head.

Tiye's pupils contracted slightly. Unable to block in time, he suddenly lowered his body and reached out with both arms to precisely grab Vijay's arms and thighs.

A strange suction force came, and Vijay's strength seemed to flow into a vast ocean, completely dissipated. His body completely lost control, and Tye twisted him, throwing him heavily onto the wet soil.

The brief sparring session came to an end.

Vijay was panting heavily. In just a few rounds, he had almost exhausted all his mental and physical strength, and his whole body was aching.

Thier slowly straightened up, fine beads of sweat appearing on his forehead, his arms trembling slightly. He seemed to have won easily, but in reality, dealing with Vijay's relentless attacks had taken a great toll on the elderly man.

Tiye wiped away the sweat from his brow, walked up to Vijay, clasped his hands together, and said with a look of approval, "Patriarch Vijay, it is truly remarkable that you possess such solid cultivation at your age."

Vijay rose from the ground, brushed the dust off his clothes, and bowed respectfully: "Please, Guruji, comment on my shortcomings and deficiencies."

"You are now firmly in the ranks of warriors, and at the top level among them." Tiye said without any politeness. He had the right to judge seriously. "If you fully utilize your exclusive breathing technique, your aura, perception, and physical potential will break through further, and you will have already touched the threshold of the Sharp Warrior realm. Given time, you will definitely be able to go even further."

This evaluation gave Vijay confidence. He only needed to add 1 point to "Body Tempering Technique" to enter the realm of Ruihao, and 2 more points to reach the pinnacle of Ruihao.

That's all for this level of talent; the third level of talent will be unlocked later!

Vijay was still full of anticipation for this!

If I continue along this road, the legendary realm of demigod warriors will not be out of reach for me!

After resting for a while, the two looked up at the sky. The sun was slowly rising, and it was already bright.

According to the schedule, the two hundred selected Dalits were about to begin their training for the day at the training grounds outside the village.

Vijay then spoke up, "Master, let's go together and see Dalit's training!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Tiye nodded in agreement, placing himself in a very proper position.

The two walked side by side toward the large training ground outside the village.

During the journey, Vijay recounted the details of this group of Dalits: "Previously, from over five thousand Dalits, I selected two hundred people with extraordinary talents. After several rounds of physical and endurance screenings, eliminating those who were injured or weak, now only about one hundred and seventy remain. From what I've seen..."

"There are fewer than ten people with exceptional talent, forty or fifty people with average ability, and the rest are of ordinary level."

These data were all reported by Shu Hu after days of screening and layer-by-layer statistics, so Wei Jie naturally had a clear understanding of them.

As they spoke, the two had already arrived at the training ground.

On the open field, more than 170 Dalits had already lined up.

Shu Hu stood at the front of the group, his expression solemn, directing everyone in carrying out weight training.

Each person had heavy objects such as stones and thick wood tied to their shoulders and waist. The heavy load bent the backs of many people, but everyone still gritted their teeth and persevered, standing in a neat line.

Tiye watched with interest for a moment, then looked puzzled.

He had traveled to dozens of city-states and witnessed countless martial arts training methods, but he had never seen such a simple and brutal approach. He couldn't help but ask, "What is the point of standing with such weight?"

Vijay then explained with a smile, "Master, you are unaware that the Dalits have suffered from slavery for many years, going hungry and working endlessly. Their physical foundations have been severely damaged, and the long-term oppression has filled them with fear and left them with no sense of discipline."

"I first used weight training to build up their physique and gradually reshape their physical foundation. At the same time, I used formation training to cultivate their sense of obedience and collectivism. This is the most basic foundational work."

Tiye nodded thoughtfully, and after careful consideration, he also agreed with this step-by-step approach.

After all, training for Dalit was unprecedented in this land of Brahma, with no precedent to follow.

However, if they were to be trained directly using the methods for training regular samurai, these Dalits, who lack physical foundation, would likely not be able to handle it!

The two were talking when their voices startled Shu Hu, who was supervising the training. He immediately stopped giving instructions, quickly stepped forward, and bowed respectfully: "Master!"

Vijay pointed to Tie and solemnly introduced, "Shuhu, this is Tieguru, from now on he will be everyone's head instructor! You will need to consult him on all training matters."

He then introduced Tye to Guru, saying, "This is Shuhu, my servant, the steward of Dalit, and the leader of this group of trainees."

When introducing himself, Vijay emphasized the words "servants".

He was well aware of the class rules of this land. Although Shuhu was of Dalit origin, he was a formal servant recognized by the Brahmins, and his status was fundamentally different from that of an ordinary slave.

With his extensive experience, Tiye instantly understood Vijay's intention. He carefully examined Treebeard from head to toe, discerning the unusual power and composure hidden within the other's figure, and a hint of approval appeared in his eyes.

But he didn't interrupt rashly.

"Let's continue training." Vijay saw through Thier's thoughts, so after waiting a moment, he waved to Treebeard.

Shu Hu accepted the order, turned around and returned to the front of the group to continue directing the various basic subjects.

Running in neat formation, standing still for long periods of time, running back and forth with weights...

One basic training session after another unfolded. The Dalits on the field gritted their teeth and persevered. The heavy load left them panting, and sweat kept sliding down their foreheads, soaking their simple clothes.

After the training session was completed, everyone rested on the spot.

Rajan brought plenty of food and water in his oxcart, and hot wheat rice and stew were distributed in turn.

For the Dalits at the bottom of society, such a sumptuous meal was the ultimate delicacy of their dreams.

Seeing everyone wolfing down their food, and combining that with the entire set of basic training, Thier finally understood Vijay's intention.

He turned to Vijay and asked directly, "These basic training methods can only strengthen the physical body; they can't teach you true martial arts. You brought me here, presumably hoping I would take over and redesign the training program?"

Vijay nodded, his gaze sweeping over the more than 170 people in the room, and said solemnly, "That's right. These people possess different bloodlines and each has their own talents. Please teach them according to their aptitude."

"I hope they can awaken the dormant power in their blood, learn their own breathing techniques and combat skills, and regain the courage of their ancestors to fight."

This grand vision surprised even the seasoned Tyree.

Throughout the entire Brahma realm, Dalits are regarded as lowly people born with sins. Not only are they not taught martial arts, but even their normal right to survival is constantly exploited.

Vijay's move is tantamount to going against the tide.

Tiye remained silent for a moment, then simply shook his head and said nothing more. He knew in his heart that this road was extremely dangerous, but since he had chosen to rely on Mittal Village, he would keep his word and do his best to fulfill the entrustment.