My Love Debts Are Everywhere!-Chapter 514: Starting a Training Session - Part 2

On the ground, Leon sat cross-legged, his black robe discarded, revealing his perfectly sculpted muscles, reminiscent of a Greek god.

"Tsk! Tsk! Tsk! What a magnificent physique," the dragon ancestor commented, clearly impressed.

Normally, a body trained for combat would develop large, imposing muscles.

But Leon's physique was different—his muscles were perfectly proportioned, neither too large nor too small.

It was a rare sight, one the dragon ancestor had never encountered in his lifetime.

Miranda stood beside him, her expression calm, though a faint blush tinged her cheeks.

"The master's muscles are... beautiful," she whispered softly.

Having lived inside his body, Miranda was used to seeing Leon admire his muscles in the mirror. Yet, the sight before her now made her feel inexplicably embarrassed, though she couldn't pinpoint why.

Even though Leon felt awkward being praised by the dragon ancestor, he kept his composure, trying to appear nonchalant.

"Ahem," he cleared his throat before asking, "What should I do next after removing my clothes?"

The dragon ancestor continued to smile, replying, "You don't need to do anything. Just stay where you are and leave the rest to us."

"By the way, once Lady Miranda fully seals the holy and chaos powers within you, your body will return to that of an ordinary human. So, be prepared and adjust quickly."

Upon hearing this, Leon's expression turned serious.

"Alright. Do it now!" he said with determination.

He sensed that the training ahead would be far more grueling than anything he had experienced before—likely dozens of times more intense than his usual routines.

But, as the old Chinese saying goes, "There's no such thing as a free lunch."

Everything had its price, and this was the path he had to follow to fulfill his role as the Fated One.

The dragon ancestor nodded approvingly at Leon's resolve. His qualities truly made him deserving of the title.

Turning to Miranda, he spoke casually, "In that case, please proceed with sealing those two powers, Lady Miranda."

Miranda gave a small nod and gazed intently at Leon. "Please bear with me, Master. This sealing may hurt more than before."

With that, she extended her index and middle fingers, pressing them gently to the back of Leon's neck.

*Buzz!*

A purplish-black light radiated from her fingertips.

At the same time, excruciating pain coursed through several parts of Leon's body—his chest, stomach, throat, head, both sides of his waist, back, and more.

"Argh..." Leon groaned softly, gritting his teeth.

Cold sweat began to trickle down his neck and back, a clear sign of the intensity of the pain.

Moments later, the pain began to subside, but Leon could still feel his holy power and chaos power within his body fading—until they were completely gone.

The light on Miranda's fingers dimmed as she withdrew her hand from his neck.

"How do you feel, Master?" she asked, concern lacing her voice.

This was her first time performing such a task, so she felt anxious about the result.

Leon opened his eyes and looked at his arms and body.

"My strength... it's really fading," he muttered, disbelief in his tone.

Although the dragon ancestor had warned him, he hadn't fully believed that his body could weaken to the point of being an ordinary human.

But now, it was undeniable—without the two powers, he was just like everyone else.

"This is... unbelievable," he whispered through clenched teeth.

At first, he had seen his physical enhancement through holy power as a blessing—and in many ways, it was.

But it had also become a hindrance to his progress. Relying too much on holy power for everything was not ideal.

After all, the holy power of a hero could be suppressed or even vanish—like when he was exposed to devouring poison, or in his current situation, when Miranda sealed away both his holy power and chaos power.

The dragon ancestor's expression remained calm and composed, knowing this outcome was inevitable since their earlier training session.

"Don't be too discouraged. Recognizing your own weaknesses is a valuable achievement," he said in a reassuring tone.

Leon took a deep breath, steadying himself.

"You're right, dragon ancestor," he responded with determination.

The dragon ancestor offered a small smile. "Good. Now, let's begin your training."

He surveyed the vast palace grounds before continuing, "The first task to strengthen your physique is to run a thousand laps around this courtyard."

Leon stood up and stared at the expansive courtyard before him.

He couldn't determine its exact size, but it was easily as large as a soccer field—or perhaps even bigger!

Had his physical strength still been at its previous level, he would have taken it in stride. But now, with a body no stronger than an ordinary human's, this task felt like an impossible challenge.

Pushing aside his doubts, he forced a smile and nodded. "Alright, I'll run."

Taking a deep breath, he assumed his stance and began jogging around the yard.

Watching him from behind, Miranda's expression grew concerned. "Isn't it too much to have him run a thousand laps? With his current condition, my master won't be able to do it."

The dragon ancestor folded his arms, shaking his head.

"Running a thousand laps is the easiest part of his training. Later today, or tomorrow, the real challenges will begin," he replied indifferently.

Miranda opened her mouth as if to protest but ultimately held back her words.

An hour later...

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"Hah... Hah..." Leon continued to run without stopping.

Sweat drenched his body, soaking through every muscle, creating a sight that was nearly impossible for women to ignore.

"One hundred and twenty," he muttered between breaths.

An hour had passed, and he had only completed the 120th lap. He was still far from the goal, but for an ordinary human, his speed was already impressive.

Though his physical strength had waned, his endurance and stamina remained far superior to that of a normal person. That's why he had managed to make it this far.

"I still have 880 laps to go," he muttered through gritted teeth. "Come on, let's push through!"

With that, he seemed to summon new energy and quickened his pace.

***

"What a pity."

High in the sky, Athena watched Leon's exhausted yet determined expression with deep concern.

She longed to help him but knew it would be pointless. The dragon ancestor's training, though harsh, was for Leon's own good and future.

After all, compared to the Evil God, Leon was still incredibly weak, and time was running out for him to grow stronger.

Her expression shifted, as if she had made a crucial decision.

"Leon, don't worry," she whispered, her lips trembling slightly. Staring at his face, filled with determination and vitality, she vowed, "I won't let you fight alone!"