A group of people besieged the Giant Rock Demon for half a day, hacking off quite a few pieces of rock from its body, but the Giant Rock Demon still ferociously swung its massive fists at them, showing no sign of collapsing.

“Baron, something seems off. The Giant Rock Demon’s body appears to be self-repairing. Look, the places where we just cut off the rocks have all returned to their original state. I’ve never heard of a Giant Rock Demon having this kind of ability,” one of the confidants said suspiciously.

“Who knows why the Giant Rock Demon has this ability, but no matter what, we must slay it. I have to get the Giant Rock Demon’s Armor, or else I’ll have no face left in front of the other barons.” Baron Marlow roared, “Surround the Giant Rock Demon and hold it off. I’ll go up and chop off its head myself—let’s see how it recovers then.”

A few confidants showed bitter expressions. Usually, they clung to Baron Marlow’s coattails, bullying men and women alike, but now it was their turn to be cannon fodder.

Not daring to disobey Baron Marlow’s orders, the confidants had no choice but to grit their teeth and charge forward, surrounding the Giant Rock Demon so it couldn’t move freely.

The Giant Rock Demon flew into a rage, bent down, and smashed its huge fists down, instantly killing the two people in front.

“Now’s the time.” Taking advantage of the Giant Rock Demon bending over, Baron Marlow leapt high into the air, and his pure white two-handed greatsword slashed fiercely at the Giant Rock Demon’s neck.

Crack!

The Giant Rock Demon’s head was chopped clean off, crashing to the ground and smashing a pit into the rocky floor.

“Haha!” Baron Marlow shouldered his two-handed sword and burst out laughing.

Boom!

Before Baron Marlow could finish laughing, the now headless Giant Rock Demon suddenly swung its massive fists and smashed them down on his head. Completely unprepared, Baron Marlow’s head was instantly crushed, and even his armor was shattered.

Flames erupted from the headless Giant Rock Demon’s body, burning even the rocks wherever it passed. The remaining people didn’t even have a chance to be attacked by the Giant Rock Demon—they were burned to death by the flames.

The headless Giant Rock Demon, wreathed in fire, retreated to the depths of the valley. Only then did Edward White, who had survived by hiding in a rocky pit, dare to crawl out. Just as he was about to leave the valley, he suddenly saw Baron Marlow’s pure white two-handed greatsword lying nearby. All the other weapons had been smashed by the Giant Rock Demon, but this two-handed sword remained completely intact.

Edward White rushed over, grabbed the two-handed greatsword, and fled the valley without looking back.

“The pure white knight’s two-handed greatsword, a two-handed sword imbued with a knight’s steadfast faith, indestructible.” Back at his own home, Edward White could barely contain his excitement. Judging by the markings on the blade, this was a baron-level weapon, its value immeasurable.

“Rock Bro really came through.” Edward White played with the greatsword over and over, reluctant to put it away. He couldn’t decide whether to sell it for life scales or keep it for himself.

“This greatsword’s style is too distinctive. I’m afraid many people know it belonged to Baron Marlow. If I try to sell it and get suspected of being Baron Marlow’s killer, that would be bad. I’d better keep it for myself.” Edward White found an excuse to keep the pure white knight’s two-handed greatsword.

After putting away the greatsword, Edward White summoned the sword case and carefully studied the Pain Blade Technique inscribed on it, becoming more and more absorbed. This was an extremely exquisite blade technique, requiring an extremely high level of control—one had to reach the level of dancing on the tip of a blade just to get started.

Moreover, this technique came with a diagram of the distribution of pain points on the human body. When using this technique, the aim was not to strike fatal points, but to target these pain points, causing unbearable pain and loss of self-control. Someone who could normally fight at full strength would only be able to use two or three tenths of their power.

“What a terrifying blade technique. But this is the World of the Stairway of Light, not the World of the Stairway of Darkness, where killing your own kind can earn you life scales. And the Pain Blade Technique only has a diagram of human pain points, not those of the undead. Clearly, this is a combat skill from the World of the Stairway of Darkness.” Edward White felt a bit regretful.

“Oh well, the undead also have pain and other sensations. Since the technique doesn’t include their pain point diagram, I’ll just experiment and find them myself.” Having finally obtained a combat skill, Edward White didn’t want to give it up because of its shortcomings.

Practicing blade techniques is an extremely tedious task, especially one that requires such a high degree of control—it takes a huge amount of time and repeated practice.

What others saw as suffering, Edward White enjoyed as if it were sweet rain. Every day, except for eating, drinking, and other necessities, he spent almost all his time practicing the blade technique with a wooden sword, resting and sleeping only for short periods.

At first, his progress was rapid, but after half a month, no matter how hard Edward White practiced, his control over the technique showed no further improvement.

Edward White knew he had reached a bottleneck. Without a special method, continuing to train like this would not bring significant progress.

After thinking for a long time, Edward White suddenly remembered the pure white knight’s greatsword he had put away.