Eternally Regressing Knight - Chapter 91

Just a little more flavour from the web novel c166 – c167:
“Enkrid set his own goal. A simple but clear goal.
The repeating today, pushing back the moment of injury for as long as possible.
At first, it was just a few battles where his shoulder was struck.
The next day, his thighs were slashed, and after that, a spear pierced his abdomen.
[…]
At first, it was just ten beasts, but after twenty days, he managed to block and dodge all attacks, even in the midst of gnolls.
[…]
Enkrid had now endured eighty-nine repetitions of today.
But even then, he still couldn’t stand before the leader without a single wound.
[…]
In the ninety-sixth repetition of today, he lost his life to the leader’s dagger. The end of his struggle was death, a fate-like routine.
In the endless cycle of time, Enkrid had gradually begun to learn the habits of the gnolls.
‘Gnolls have long torsos and short legs.’
He learned this from the monsters’ body types.
Their feet were slow, but their hands were fast.
They handled human weapons but had no particular form—just wildly swinging at whatever came their way.
They had the strength of a regular adult male, but their short legs made their charge slower than expected.
They liked to attack from blind spots, engaging in close combat without hesitation, biting fiercely.
It was best to avoid being bitten at all costs.
Their biting strength was extraordinary.
[…]
After the hundred and eighty-sixth “todays”, Enkrid understood the concept of coordination and felt his body’s reactions changing.
The moment he sensed the spearhead flying from behind, he turned his body and grabbed the spear shaft.
If he hadn’t spent countless repetitions training his body with the technique of isolation, he wouldn’t have been able to execute this move.
The imagined movement had been perfectly translated into reality.
Naturally, he saw the flaws in his movements.
‘Minimal movement.’
It was the realization that followed his control over stamina.
The larger the movement, the more unnecessary energy was lost.
If that happened, he wouldn’t be able to endure.
There could be no wasteful movements. Now that he understood, it was time to reduce them.
[…]
After repeating today less than two hundred times, even though the smell of monsters and beast-like creatures made him nauseous, Enkrid smiled.
[…]
This was after more than two hundred repetitions of today.
He saw the flying blades.
It was around noon. As he moved his left foot to the side to dodge, the blade swept through the air.
At the same time, a spearhead thrust forward and an axe came flying from behind.
Enkrid bent his body, pushing the spearhead away with his palm.
He absorbed the axe with his shoulder, brushing it off.