A group of hundreds of people marched towards the valley where the giant rock demon was located, except for Baron Macron and a few of his confidants, everyone else was like Fink, captured by cannon fodder on the spot.

The valley was bare and devoid of any weeds, with exposed black brown rocks everywhere. The valley was filled with small rock demons that were two meters high and all of their bodies were made of rocks. A giant rock demon, over five meters high, was sitting on a huge rock and seemed to be asleep.

"You, you, you... and you... charge towards the valley... kill those little rock demons." Baron Macron pointed to a pile of cannon fodder and shouted loudly.

Fink had to follow the crowd and rush towards the valley. Most of them were unarmed, with a few possessing one or two pieces of armor, all of which were useless junk. How could they possibly defeat those incredibly strong little rock demons.

"What should we do? What's the difference between rushing forward like this and dying?" Fink saw everyone rushing towards the little rock demon. He saw a small rock pit next to him, and his eyes turned without hesitation. He let out a scream and rolled into the rock pit.

If it weren't for his exaggerated acting skills, Fink would have wanted to shout out, "I'm dead!"

Someone had already rushed in front of Little Rock Demon, and everyone's attention was drawn to the battle. No one noticed Fink rolling to the side and pretending to be dead. With Baron Macron's shout, the group engaged in a fierce battle with Little Rock Demon.

The body of Little Rock Demon is incredibly hard and powerful. How could an unarmed ordinary person be their opponent? A few people surrounded a Little Rock Demon but couldn't fight it. Not long after, a group of cannon fodder was destroyed by Little Rock Demon, with limbs and arms everywhere. Only two or three Little Rock Demons died.

"What a useless waste," Baron Macron cursed and instructed several confidants to prepare for battle.

Those few people summoned their weapons one after another, all equipped with armor and weapons. Although they looked different, they were countless times better than those cannon fodder.

Those people rushed to kill the Little Rock Demon, and it was indeed much stronger than cannon fodder. A few cannon fodder could not deal with a single Little Rock Demon, while those people, without much time, each killed at least one Little Rock Demon.

Baron Macron showed a pleased expression, still watching from the side without any intention of taking action.

"Bang!" A large number of small rock demons were killed, causing the giant rock demon to be furious. He stood up and ran towards the crowd, because his body was too huge, every step caused the valley to shake uncontrollably.

"Ah!" A huge fist hit, and a person wanted to use their own armed shield to resist, but even the person with the shield was smashed into pieces, with blood splattered everywhere.

"Damn it." Baron Macron was very distressed, and even if his confidant died, he would let it go. The weapons on his confidant's body were finally obtained by him, which was a solid pain.

No longer watching the battle, Baron Macron summoned his own armor, shining like gold, fiery armguards, and a pure white two handed sword, even his boots were black metal armor.

"Charge!" Baron Macron jumped up and raised his two handed swords high, chopping down a small rock demon in front of him in half in an instant.

The strength of force made Fink, who was pretending to be dead, extremely envious.

"You deal with those little rock demons, I will deal with the giant rock demons." Baron Macron rushed towards the giant rock demon, swiftly slashing with his big sword, chopping down blocks of rocks on his body.

Due to Baron Macron's entanglement with the Giant Rock Demon, others quickly killed those Little Rock Demons and soon wiped them out completely. Little Rock Demons left behind many health marks, but no one paid attention at this moment. Those people all ran over to help Baron Macron.

A group of people besieged the Giant Rock Demon for half a day, and he could not cut off many rock fragments from his body. However, the Giant Rock Demon still fiercely swung his huge fist and smashed at the crowd, without any intention of falling.

"Baron, there seems to be something wrong. The body of the giant rock demon seems to be self repairing. Look at the place where we just chopped off the rock, it has now returned to its original appearance. No one has ever heard of the giant rock demon having this ability?" a confidant asked suspiciously.

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"I don't know why the troll has this ability, but I have to kill it no matter what. I must obtain the troll's armor, otherwise I won't have face in front of other barons." Baron Macron roared angrily, "Surround the troll and hold it. I'll go up and cut off its head to see how it can recover."

Several confidants had a bitter expression on their faces. They used to bully civilians with Baron Macron, but now it was their turn to be cannon fodder.

Not daring to disobey Baron Macron's orders, several confidants had to grit their teeth and rush forward, surrounding the giant rock demon in groups, making it unable to walk smoothly.

The giant rock demon was furious and bent down with a pair of huge fists, smashing the two people in front of him to death.

"It's now." Baron Macron took advantage of the giant rock demon bending down and bowing his head, and instantly jumped up high. His pure white hands and giant sword fiercely slashed the giant rock demon's neck.

Click!

The head of the giant rock demon was directly chopped off and smashed to the ground, leaving a pit on the rocky ground.

"Success!" Baron Macron laughed as he carried his two handed sword.

Boom!

Before Baron Macron could finish laughing, the headless rock demon suddenly swung a pair of giant fists and hit him hard on the head. The completely unguarded Baron Macron was instantly hit with his head, even his entire armor shattered.

The giant rock demon, whose head had been decapitated, emitted raging flames, and even the rocks burned wherever it passed. The remaining few people were burned to death by the flames without waiting for the giant rock demon to take action.

Headless Rock Demon dragged flames back into the depths of the valley, and only Fink, who had escaped in the rock pit, dared to climb out. He was about to leave the valley immediately when he suddenly saw Baron Macron's pure white two handed sword fall to the side, and all other weapons were destroyed by Rock Demon. Only this two handed sword was still intact.

Fink rushed over and pulled out his two handed swords, fleeing the valley without looking back.

"A pure white knight's two handed sword, possessing the unwavering belief of a knight, cannot be destroyed." Fink, returning to his own home, could hardly help but cheer out loud. From the markings on the sword, it was a baron level weapon, and its value was immeasurable.

"The Giant Rock Demon did a good job." Fink repeatedly played with the big sword, unwilling to put it away. He couldn't decide for a moment whether to sell it for the health scale or keep it for use.

"The style of this big sword is too conspicuous, I'm afraid many people know it belongs to Baron Macron. I'll take it out and sell it. If it's not good to be thought of as the murderer of Baron Macron, it's better to stay and use it for yourself." Fink found a reason to keep the pure white knight's two handed big sword.

Putting away the big sword, Fink summoned out the sword box and carefully observed the painful sword technique above. The more he looked, the more he became fascinated. This is an extremely exquisite sword technique that requires extremely high control, and the subtle details must be able to dance on the tip of the sword. Only then can this sword technique be considered beginner.

Moreover, this knife technique also comes with a distribution map of the key points of human pain. When using this knife technique, it is not aimed at the deadly points of the human body, but at these painful areas, which is unbearable and difficult to control. Originally, it has 10% strength, but can only be used for 20 to 30% in the end.

"It's really a terrifying sword technique, but this is the world of the Light Stage. Unlike the Dark Stage, where killing one's own kind can obtain a life scale, the Pain Blade Technique only has a distribution map of pain points for humans, but not for the Undead Clan. This is clearly a martial art of the Dark Stage." Fink felt a little regretful.

"Anyway, the undead also have various feelings such as pain. Since there is no distribution map of their pain points in the knife technique, I will try and find it myself." After finally acquiring a martial arts skill, Fink did not want to give up because of its flaws.

Practicing swordsmanship is a very tedious task, especially for swordsmanship that requires extremely high control, which requires a lot of time for repeated practice.

What others see as pain, Fink thinks it's a good thing. Every day, except for eating and sleeping, he spends almost all of his time practicing swordsmanship with a wooden knife, with only a short amount of rest and sleep.

At the beginning, progress was rapid, but half a month later, no matter how hard Fink practiced, his control over the knife technique still did not improve.

Fink knew he had reached a bottleneck, and without a special method, he would not have made significant progress if he continued to study hard like this.

After thinking for a long time, Fink suddenly remembered the pure white knight sword that he had put away.

"When I practice, I use a lightweight wooden knife, which is naturally easy to control. If I practice swordsmanship with a heavy pure white knight sword, the difficulty will naturally increase. If I can control the pure white knight sword like a wooden knife, then using a lightweight knife will naturally increase my control power."

If you want to do it, do it. Fink threw away the wooden knife and picked up the pure white knight sword to practice the painful sword technique.

The difficulty was even greater than he had imagined. The painful sword technique was a single handed sword, while the pure white knight's sword was a two handed sword, and it was even heavier than a typical two handed sword. Practicing the painful sword technique with such a sword was already very difficult just by lifting it with one hand.

In the first few days, Fink only held the big sword with one hand every day, without the strength to swing it. If his right hand couldn't hold it, he would switch to his left hand, and if his left hand couldn't hold it, he would switch to his right hand. After repeated practice, it took about half a month before he could barely swing the big sword for a while, and at this point, he couldn't even use the sword technique.

"Open the door! Open the door!" The hurried knocking and impatient shouting woke up Fink, who had been practicing all day and was sleeping soundly.

Upon hearing that disgusting sound, Fink knew it was time to pay the protection fee today.

Kate City belongs to the Earl of Kate, and in order to reside in Kate City, one must pay a certain monthly life scale to the Earl of Kate.