Chapter 1218: Chapter 187: Using the most boastful tone to say the most timid words (5400)_2
The black-haired young manâs eyes dissipated the purple spirit energy interference. He squinted and calmly threw back Ianâs previous question: [So, this is the question]
[Ian, were you like this âfrom the beginningâ, or is it that you simply havenât learned how to mimic humans yet?]
"...Your attention on me has reached a truly frightening level."
When Elg began to speak, Ian was still trying to find flaws in the otherâs Origin Quality operation, but as the otherâs speech became increasingly terrifying and he couldnât find any flaws, he shifted his focus to the analysis of himself.
At first, this made the young White Folks frown.
Obviously, the City of Knowledgeâs intelligence collection on him had reached an extremely terrifying and in-depth level. Ian dared to say that even the Imperial Capital might not be as attentive to him... so where is the problem? Why does the City of Knowledge value him so highly?
Do they believe he might be the second Grand Master, able to elevate the primitive Terra civilization, accelerating it to a level that could compete with the civilizations of the previous epoch in some fields, leading the second sublimation revolution?
If thatâs truly the case... then they found the right person!
Ian realized that âElgâ and his group were not a random encounter â he came here after collecting a large amount of information about Ian, perplexed, and thus tracked him down.
Furthermore, whether this âThousand-Star Beastâ in front of him is Elg or not, he is greatly related to the City of Knowledge.
â Do these Terra lunatics really rear the Thousand-Star Beast?! Itâs almost like the Avak Laboratory raising Void Spawns, and the South Sea Great Labyrinth raising Aether Crystal Dragons!
These Terra people have gone too far!
Even Ian found it hard to maintain his composure now, guessing their madness with the greatest malice, not expecting them to perfectly fit this phenomenon, even slightly exceeding it.
As for the final battle...
(Are nine hundred variations considered a lot?)
Ian mused to himself: (After Adalbert and I practiced the Meditation Technique, our routine mental offense and defense sparring reached this level, and in actual combat, it would surely be higher... I was just performing by Adalbertâs standards if he were a practical fighter, right?)
"Is Ian really that powerful?"
At this moment, before Ian could react, the trio beside him expressed their surprise.
Sio looked at Ian and Elg, who were exchanging glances but saying nothing, and couldnât help but softly ask, "Speaking of which, what is the theoretical limit of humans? Surpassing the limit by less than three times doesnât seem like much, does it?"
"What do you think surpassing the limit is? Thatâs the limit, not just when you feel tired, but reaching the âupper limitâ by exhausting all means!"
Anfa couldnât help but rebuke her overly simple-minded friend, but when she focused on the confronting two, she felt a deep sense of agreement in her heart: "Moreover, whether this Elg is truly Elg... what he says isnât wrong, Ian is indeed that existence beyond the limit, a genius even greater than a Prophet."
"And itâs because of this that I was determined to invest in him at South Ridge."
As for Yisen Gard...
"Is Ian that amazing? Nine hundred variations in an instant? I can manage around one hundred at most, and thatâs already top-standard by general evaluation..." The blond boy looked at his hand, muttering in disbelief, "Then heâs been holding back a sea when sparring with me, hasnât he?!"
For a moment, Yisen Gard, who considered himself a genius, was severely shaken.
â Actually, itâs just because you havenât practiced the Meditation Technique... Once you have, multiplying your variations five or six times is normal.
Ian also noticed his friendâs disappointment and quickly used Light Spirit Transmission to send a message of comfort.
[Youâre a monster, without a doubt]
At this moment, Elg didnât want to fight Ian anymoreâor rather, from the beginning, he only wanted to test Ian. And from what he knows about Ian, he realized that if thereâs no intent or determination to kill him, itâs absolutely impossible to test even a fraction of Ianâs real abilities: [Although I donât know why, you havenât yet realized your own essence]
[But eventually, youâll understand. You will understand that you and us are companions, sharing the same goal]
"Stop speaking in riddles." Ianâs eyebrows furrowed slightly. He now truly felt a bit confusedâa Spark creature saying that he and Him are the same kind?
Then he himself is also a Spark? An Earth Spark?
What a joke, if he was an Earth Spark, he would have already accessed his internal database to crush the Terra World directly, instead of needing to go through all this trouble with Prophets and Silver Chips!
For such nonsensical riddles, Ian could only sternly warn: "I really donât discriminate against you for being a creature, but if you really want to cooperate with me, become my companion, you need to apologize for attacking me first."
"Also, if you donât speak clearly, Iâll draw my sword."
[You, who has forgotten his essence, donât need my apology]
In response to Ianâs warning of âdo not say you were not forewarnedâ, Elg sneered: [Moreover, the reason I ambushed you is simply that youâre too strong. In fact, you could say that to make up for the gap in strength between us, my ambush is not a disgraceful act but merely a way to barely give me the ability to engage you]