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"Bang!"
Illumi Zoldyck crashed into a large tree and slowly slid down. As soon as his feet touched the ground, he immediately turned and darted into the woods, running swiftly.
"Oh~ You can still run after taking a punch from me?"
Zebro's face showed surprise. With a "swish," she also ran swiftly through the woods, quickly catching up to Illumi Zoldyck ahead.
"Hmph~"
Illumi Zoldyck, who was sprinting, suddenly grunted in pain, and his speed slowed.
"My stomach hurts so much, and my left hand is unusable."
Illumi Zoldyck had not actually taken Zebro's punch head-on just now. Before Zebro hit him, he used his left hand to block the punch.
The punch landed on his left forearm, and his left arm then impacted his abdomen, sending Illumi Zoldyck flying.
But even so, the pain was unbearable. His left forearm was already red and bruised. To recover in a short time, he would need to soak in a special herbal bath unique to the Zoldyck Family.
"Hohoho..."
A strange laugh reached Illumi Zoldyck's ears. He turned to look at a small path in the forest, where Zebro was gazing at him with a kind expression.
"What's wrong, Young Master Illumi Zoldyck? Can't run anymore, are you tired?"
As soon as her words fell, Zebro suddenly rushed towards Illumi Zoldyck, throwing a punch directly at his face.
Illumi Zoldyck's eyes narrowed. As Zebro swung her punch at him, he bent down and swung his own fist towards Zebro's waist.
"Bang!"
A sound of flesh colliding echoed.
"Ugh..."
Illumi Zoldyck bent over, his eyes wide, his mouth agape, and saliva dripped from his lips.
He had predicted Zebro's punch just now and immediately bent down to attack Zebro's waist, but Zebro seemed to have known his intention all along.
Just as he was about to land his punch on her waist, her left knee suddenly rose, hitting Illumi Zoldyck's abdomen with a "bang," making his entire body curl up.
"Pfft..."
Illumi Zoldyck flew backward, sliding a good distance on the ground before stopping, lying on his back.
"Cough, cough..."
Lying on his back, Illumi Zoldyck looked at Zebro's blurry face. He tried to breathe but coughed uncontrollably from the pain.
He clutched his abdomen with both hands, his eyes wide, mouth agape, and saliva uncontrollably flowed from the corners of his lips.
Pain, an unbelievable pain.
The intense agony made him feel that even breathing was torture.
"You definitely used more than thirty percent of your strength just now..."
Illumi Zoldyck trembled as he rolled over, his lower body still, his upper body turning from supine to face down.
His body pressed against his right arm, and sweat dripped from his chin onto the ground.
"Hohoho, Young Master Illumi Zoldyck is right, I used fifty percent of my strength just now."
"However, the reality is that Young Master Illumi Zoldyck is weaker than me. I can use as much strength as I want against you."
"The weak have no choice; that is the privilege of the strong."
Zebro smiled with a "kind" expression.
"However, Young Master Illumi Zoldyck at this age has already surpassed over ninety-nine percent of his peers."
"Even I didn't expect you to dodge that last blow."
Over these three years, she was most satisfied with Illumi Zoldyck's performance.
Illumi Zoldyck's comprehension was stronger than children his age. Whether it was learning assassination techniques or theoretical knowledge, his learning speed was extremely fast.
His strength grew incredibly rapidly. The arduous training that should have taken six or even nine years to complete, he finished in just two and a half years.
And his talent was not only reflected there, but also in his tenacious personality and his diligent training driven by the desire to become stronger.
Combining these qualities, Illumi Zoldyck was a genius; Zebro believed this.
"Can you still move?"
Zebro squatted down, looking at the sweating Illumi Zoldyck, and smiled.
"Young Master Illumi Zoldyck?"
Illumi Zoldyck's eyebrows twitched. He trembled as he rolled over, pushed himself up with his hands, and struggled to his feet.
"Remarkable. To still have the strength to stand up after taking a knee strike from me at fifty percent power."
Zebro praised, watching Illumi Zoldyck's difficult ascent. Although Zebro was not at her peak, it was important to know that fifty percent of her strength was 16 tons.
"It hurts like hell."
Illumi Zoldyck frowned and glanced at Zebro, then walked with trembling legs towards the Zoldyck Family estate.
Today's practical training ended here. Next would be the daily routine: cruel training such as poisons, electric shocks, and endurance drills.
And all of this had already become habit.
***
Evening, 8:30 PM.
In Silva Zoldyck's room, Zebro stood rigidly opposite Silva Zoldyck and Kikyo Zoldyck, her posture respectful.
"How are Illumi Zoldyck's and Ilmi Zoldyck's training progressing?"
Silva Zoldyck sat on the sofa, resting his chin on his right hand, and asked casually.
"Young Master Ilmi Zoldyck's training is progressing normally."
"Although still very young, it is clear that Young Master Ilmi Zoldyck will be a very meticulous assassin," Zebro replied truthfully.
"Meticulous?"
Silva Zoldyck muttered, and Kikyo Zoldyck looked at Silva Zoldyck.
"Meticulousness is an essential trait for an excellent assassin. Ilmi Zoldyck will definitely become a top professional assassin."
Silva Zoldyck nodded at her words, agreeing with Kikyo Zoldyck's theory, and asked again.
"Then, what about Illumi Zoldyck?"
A glimmer flashed in Zebro's eyes. She adjusted her monocle with her right hand and said seriously.
"I believe that Young Master Illumi Zoldyck is already fully capable of serving as a qualified assassin."
Upon hearing this, Silva Zoldyck immediately frowned, and Kikyo Zoldyck's mouth opened in surprise.
"Zebro, why do you think so?"
Silva Zoldyck frowned at Zebro, his eyes narrowing, and a sense of oppression bore down on Zebro.
"Illumi Zoldyck, he is only six years old, far from the age to leave home."
A drop of cold sweat ran down Zebro's forehead, but she still had to voice her thoughts.
"I am most aware of Young Master Illumi Zoldyck's training progress."
"In fact, half a year ago, Young Master Illumi Zoldyck had already completed the training that should have taken six or even nine years."
"For the past six months, I have simply kept Young Master Illumi Zoldyck by my side by force, to enhance his combat abilities."
Zebro recounted Illumi Zoldyck's performance over the past three years, causing Silva Zoldyck's tightly furrowed brow to relax, and the oppressive atmosphere in the room dissipated.
"Master Silva, Young Master Illumi Zoldyck is the most talented person I have ever seen."
"He is very likely to possess power no less than yours by the time he reaches adulthood."
"I believe it is time for Young Master Illumi Zoldyck to enter the dark world earlier."
"This will help him unleash his talents and grow rapidly."
Silence fell in the room. Silva Zoldyck pondered for a moment, then looked at Zebro and said.
"Then, let's test his strength first."
"I will take him to Heavens Arena. If he can reach the two-hundredth floor there."
"I will let him undertake assassination missions."