Chapter 894: Frantically Testing the Limits on the Verge of Crashing

"Let us look at the plot; it should be... Kratos, as a powerful father, wants to ensure his son can overcome some impending ordeal, so he must be training the boy now, likely with an underlying sense of protection." Owner Fang explained as he crouched low, raising his axe, and advanced toward the draugr ahead.

"Therefore, I feel we ought to teach the boy some advanced combat techniques. Though we face this rather... seemingly weak undead, we can still use this superior combat philosophy to nurture the future flower of the divine realm."

"Is the shopkeeper going to show us another flawless run?!" a group of elves asked in the bullet comments while spectating.

"To the person above, how could a flawless run be enough? This time it must be a new combat technique! And a particularly high-difficulty one at that!"

"Didn't you hear the shopkeeper say he is teaching a combat philosophy this time?"

"So many people are watching him just teaching his son?!" At that moment, the Valkyrie Isabella lay in the pool water. "To know oneself and know the enemy is to be victorious in a hundred battles. I shall first watch closely how this fellow teaches his son; once I thoroughly analyze it, I can challenge him again!"

Then she remembered the fact that she was currently paralyzed...

She could only grit her silver teeth and think: "No matter, I will watch him for a few thousand years first. Once I have thoroughly analyzed him, I will surely defeat this man!"

With that thought, she focused her attention and watched intently once more.

She noticed a small window at the bottom of the screen where that seemingly very weak owner frequently popped his head out. Though she could not quite understand what it meant for the time being, it did not hinder her enjoyment of the live stream.

And at this moment, Owner Fang made his move: "Now we shall teach a very advanced combat philosophy, highly practical and applicable to any battle; it is called 'in the world of martial arts, speed is paramount, and only swiftness remains unbroken.'"

He was seen controlling the God of War, Kratos: "As long as the attack is fast enough, the enemy's attack cannot hit me."

An axe slashed upward with incomparable swiftness.

Yet almost at the exact same instant, the draugr slashed downward with its sword, swift and violent beyond measure!

Two flashes of blood spurted almost simultaneously!

Both stumbled at the same time, and then the draugr's next attack came slashing down!

With cold sweat breaking out, Owner Fang rolled on the spot, barely evading the sword.

"Did everyone see that? This is the consequence of an attack that is not fast enough."

"So a failure of this move carries such a terrible drawback?!" The spectating elves quickly stared at the screen. "Is the shopkeeper going to teach this super difficult technique again?!"

"Eh?! Didn't the shopkeeper promise to teach 'speed is paramount'?!" The Elven Queen, Kellybel, stared at the large screen with a face full of suspicion. "Why the sudden change?"

She seemed to scent an unusual aura.

Nalan Mingxue, standing behind Owner Fang's computer and spectating, had a look of cunning in her eyes, covering her mouth as her fragrant shoulders trembled with silent laughter.

Owner Fang's face darkened, thinking to himself: "Why are the minions in this *God of War 4* so powerful?!"

One must know that playing *God of War* 1 through 3 in the past was like cutting grass when killing monsters and slaughtering chickens when slaying gods—unrivaled and domineering.

Although the system version of *God of War 4* lacked a specific health bar, there was a health status percentage at the bottom of the screen for reference. Looking at that humiliating health bar, it had dropped by half!

Which meant... I can bloody well be hacked to death in two or three strikes by a mere minion now?!

One must realize the game had only just begun, roughly equivalent to a tutorial level.

This game was practically deliberate in trying to make this shopkeeper fail!

"It seems the God of War is truly old now, failing to keep up even when fighting a minion." Owner Fang explained while raising his axe and crouching forward again. "Then we shall change our strategy now, to teach the boy a..."

"Then shopkeeper, are you still going to talk about 'speed is paramount'? Didn't you just say it applies to any battle?!"

"...I will talk about it later!" Owner Fang looked at the bullet comments, his face darkening further. How was he to know the God of War had grown old and his combat prowess could not match the past? He had never played it before!

Was this not publicly exposing him?! Who sent that?!

After looking left and right but failing to find the culprit, he finally faced the monster before him properly once more.

"I have discovered that 'in the world of martial arts, speed is paramount' is too profound. There is no need for such profound things when fighting this kind of small monster. Furthermore, discussing such profound matters, I believe our old God of War's son would certainly not understand. Let us start with the simple things."

"This technique is also applicable in any battle, and it is called punishing the attack recovery!" Having said that, Owner Fang was seen controlling Kratos to take a few steps forward. Just as he was nearly within the draugr's attack range, he suddenly sidestepped, perfectly evading the opponent's strike. Then, just as the opponent's sword momentum was spent, he unleashed a heavy upward axe strike!

"Next up, a flurry of the Mad Wind Axe Style! Let this monster suffer heavy damage!" Owner Fang shouted loudly, the axe in his hand dancing like a frenzied demon!

The crowd watched the screen as Owner Fang indeed controlled Kratos to send the minion flying back with his slashes.

"666!"

"Voice-controlled streamer, voice-controlled streamer!"

"But shopkeeper..." Several saint-level experts sent puzzled bullet comments. "We already know this move."

"It is only right that you know it!" Owner Fang replied hurriedly. "Kratos is teaching his son. If you did not know it, how could he teach his son?!"

"Oh..." Why did those words feel rather strange...?

"Exactly... the man is teaching his son, what are you mortals doing interfering?!" At this time, the Valkyrie Isabella, who lay in the pool completely paralyzed and could only watch the live stream, appeared to agree. Although striking when the enemy's momentum was spent was the easiest way to achieve success, and she understood this principle well, to be able to explain it so vividly and simply made her feel... Ah! This person still possessed some genuine skill.

At least she understood it instantly!

Yet at that moment, the monster was seen silently climbing up from the ground once more.

A sharp sword blade lunged toward the back of Owner Fang's head!

"Shopkeeper, watch out!"

The audience used to find Owner Fang's live streams relaxing and pleasant, but for some reason, watching it this time left them thrilled and alarmed.

Just then, Owner Fang seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, though in reality he shrank his neck in sheer terror, dodging the strike. Immediately following: "Punish the attack recovery! Mad Wind Axe Style! Mad Wind Axe Style! Mad..."

He carefully evaded the attacks, going through several rounds and slashing ten to twenty times in succession, before finally hacking the minion to death.

Only then did he exhale a sigh of relief, turning to Kratos's son, Atreus, beside him: "Son, do you understand now?!"

"Of course he understands! It was explained so clearly." At this moment, the Valkyrie Isabella muttered from the pool.

She continued to watch, waiting to see if this person would next explain some even more profound techniques.

At this time, Owner Fang said smugly: "See? Using this method of mine, except for that initial demonstration of the technique's drawback, the rest was completely flawless!"

Although he had never played it, after all... with so many years of gaming and actual combat experience: "Could a small matter like this stump this shopkeeper?!"

"Let me tell you, even with this, this shopkeeper hasn't even gotten serious yet!"

Hardly had his voice fallen when his son, Atreus, was seen pointing behind them and shouting loudly: "Father! There are more!"

"More?!" Is there another one? Owner Fang felt a surge of joy in his heart. "Now, the time to get serious has arrived!"

This run would surely be flawless, and he could reclaim the dignity he had lost earlier!

Turning his head to look, he saw groups of draugr wailing as they emerged from the woods.

"..."