Bam!

A wooden rod, which had been made by breaking off the long handle of a mop, sliced through the air.

Bam!

Its motion was perfect, as if it had been pre-measured with a ruler, and it moved unnaturally fast. However, the attacker’s arms were shaking, and their hands were torn and bloody.

“Just like I predicted, even a mere one-hundred repetitions of the movement are difficult in real life. But I can still enter the stance properly and successfully recreate it… I guess this means I retained muscle memory for it?”

Bam!

Dongsoo kept swinging his rod, again and again, but his real physical body was completely different from the aura-tuned body of Lancelot in-game. No matter how strong and persistent one’s mind was, it was impossible for a mind to transcend the body and its physical limits. For a soul that has not achieved enlightenment, the body was inevitably a prison that one could never escape.

Clang!

Finally, the rod slipped from his grasp and rolled to the ground. Dongsoo tried to pick it up, but a sharp pain spread through his aching muscles as they tore, stopping him in his tracks.

Dongsoo groaned in pain. “This isn’t working out. I don’t know why I pushed myself so hard knowing that I can’t achieve what I want.”

He fell onto his back and laughed bitterly. While lying on the floor, he recalled the sword qi that had spread out like light in the world of DIO. He let out...