High Above

Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang—Ian Wiggs' blades intersected, the sound of bones and iron colliding continued, and apprentices and knights were fighting fiercely.

One side keeps retreating and defending, and the other side keeps rushing forward to attack, unexpectedly maintaining a considerable balance of power.

"Isn't his strength exhausted?"

The enemy's sword is heavier than a sword. It is far more powerful than ordinary monsters. The young man already feels numb in his palms and arms. It's hard for me to resist!"

It had been a long time since the enemy was physically exhausted, and the boy couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "Fighting with the teacher for a long time, one arm and part of the internal organs were cut off, and then he was bombarded by lightning, and after consuming a lot of source matter condensed armor, he was still able to fight me with swords. Such a long time!"

Are sublimators of the earth type really so tough? !

But what was even more shocking was Weggs.

"What kind of monster?! Even if I am seriously injured, there is absolutely no way for an ordinary first energy level to catch my sword!"

Even though both eyes are destroyed, the knight still remembers the appearance of the other party - a white boy of about ten years old, even if he is a gifted wizard, he has completed the training of a sand armor apprentice before puberty, but it is absolutely impossible to do so With abundant physical strength and skills, he was able to block his continuous sword moves.

"Could it be that he is not only talented in sublimation practice, but also has excellent potential in martial arts?"

What he felt at the moment, besides being unimaginable, was also an extremely complex emotion composed of admiration, jealousy, and suddenness: "No wonder... no wonder the teacher who is about to die disregards his own body and accepts him as a disciple..."

"No wonder the mentor... is willing to sacrifice his life for him."

but……

I can do this too!

Two faint white flames ignited in the hollow eye sockets of the head of the bone armor, and thick black-red body fluid flowed out, like blood and tears.

At this moment, the water-colored brilliance in Ian's eyes, who also activated his spiritual energy, trembled slightly. When he saw Weggs stabbing his chest obliquely again, he raised his sword to block it.

But at this moment, he sensed an extreme sense of danger.

Wiggs' stabbing sword was just a false move. After being blocked by Ian's sword, he drew an arc, bypassing the defensive range of the long sword, and then stabbed towards the boy's open heart.

This is impossible, because if Ian hadn't planned to stop defending just now, he could have taken advantage of the situation and slashed at the most vulnerable right shoulder of Wiggs' armor, and then shredded his ribs and lungs.

gamble? How can it be……

This is, mind reading!

"Weggs can hear the heart!"

I was shocked to think that Ian knew this a long time ago, but he didn't expect that the accuracy of this mind reading was so high that his subconscious could grasp it—he didn't even think about it just now, he just blocked it according to his instinct!

But it was too late to deal with anything now, the knight's rapier had already reached his chest, and there was only a thin layer of clothing away from the heart, the flesh and blood of the human body and the undeveloped bone plate.

But the bone blade didn't pierce that layer of clothing.

Boom!

As if hitting something extremely tough, Ian's body flew upside down, and then rolled on the ground several times in embarrassment - he still held the frontless epee in his hand, and after unloading the force for the first time He got up immediately, and once again put on a confrontational posture.

"I'm not dead?"

The young man thought in astonishment that he felt that he would at least be stabbed to death, and then picked up by Wiggs and turned into a human-shaped meat skewer... Anyway, that was probably the end, the time was too tight, and he didn't have time to think about it.

He looked down at his chest, and the pain followed—the bones in his chest had been shattered, and the petrified flesh and skin of the Shakai apprentice had also been shattered. At this moment, there must be a bloody mess under his clothes. Bone dregs stabbed out.

But the heart was intact, it was just shaken, and there was a little bit of ventricular ischemia and arrhythmia.

"Ahem." Suddenly, Ian spat out a mouthful of blood, and was 'hit' by Wiggs' sword just now, causing him to bite a small piece of his tongue... But this pain and the warnings coming from all over his body now , The unspeakable soreness and paralysis are incomparable.

Even if he didn't die, his body also reached its limit.

On the other side, Wiggs, who was trembling all over because of the psychic backlash, also sensed the touch from the bone blade of his left hand in a daze.

He felt that he would definitely be able to pierce through that talented junior with one blow.

But……

"Dragon skin..."

A hoarse, extremely dry voice sounded, the knight raised his head in disbelief, and 'looked' in Ian's direction, his tone was full of astonishment and disbelief: "The mentor took off his real steel dragon skin cloak... You make clothes?!"

envy? Or resentment? Not only that... more is a kind of unwillingness that is almost choking.

etc--

When his emotions were agitated, Wiggs noticed that in addition to the dragon skin, the flesh and bones on the chest of the Bai Zhimin boy were also too hard.

--oh.

Only then did the man react.

That child...has been able to activate the sand armor, and has condensed three sublimation organs...

This is not something that can be piled up by relying on talent and resources casually. It is something that can only be condensed and sublimated with sweat and tears, blood and soul.

Compared with these, he failed to take a single blow, and Ian did not die, they were all trivial matters.

"What a genius... what a hard work. You are really strong."

The man's tone was no longer jealous or disappointed, but a kind of sudden understanding, a kind of enlightenment.

He finally understood something.

In Ian's eyes, the fog representing threats and dangers on Wiggs' body became more and more dense, covering his whole body like a lightning fog, and painting his white armor into dead black and red.

Whether for him or for myself.

The opponent has also reached the limit.

——The final battle is coming.

The teenager is also very aware of his current physical condition at this moment.

The arm muscles were torn, the sternum was shattered, the heart was trembling, and all the strength in his body was almost exhausted. His legs were almost unsteady. .

——It has reached its limit.

Ian turned his head and looked in the direction where Hilliard was. The old man was struggling to get up. He seemed to be talking about something, as if to let him come, let him continue this endless, between mentor and apprentice battle.

But how is it possible? Hilliard's physical condition is worse than him, and it is estimated that there is only an insignificant gap left before his death.

He had to fight...whether it was for his teacher, for himself, or for Elan in Port Harrison. No one can guarantee that Wiggs, who has long been close to madness, will let a child of a few years old-he might let it go, but why should he trust the enemy?

"Mind reading..."

Whispering to himself, by forcing himself to think, Ian strengthened his spirits, thinking about how to deal with the most difficult force of the enemy: "If it wasn't for that mind-reading, I might be able to persist until he exhausted his physical strength first..."

Obviously, because of the loss of both ears, eyes and even sense of smell and touch, Wiggs' extreme desire for hearing made his psychic power explode further, and even Ian's instinctive reaction could be spied on.

This is already the ultimate, no matter how powerful the mind reading is, it cannot be stronger than this, it can only have other functions.

How to deal with this psionic and overwhelming power?

"Only... completely give up thinking."

With a clear understanding in his heart, Ian took out a seed from his bosom: "There is only a stronger, much stronger power than now."

The seeds of the soma wine tree were tightly held in the boy's palm.

After the indigenous war two years ago, Ian did not sell those few Somo wine tree seeds to the pharmacy. He was not short of money, but lacked this special sublimation plant as a research material.

After several alchemy refining failures, five of the original six seeds were consumed, leaving only the last one.

Ian swallowed it and chewed it up.

The almond-like seeds exude a long-precipitated, overly rich aroma in the mouth, and it permeates after chewing, turning into a strange taste mixed with sweet and bitter, as if highly poisonous.

This is indeed poison - the native berserkers are bloodthirsty beasts armed with this poison, as long as they swallow it, they can turn into ruthless war machines.

Then die.

Ian has always been very rational, this is a necessary choice, he neither hesitates nor regrets, not to mention that he is a sublimator, and he is not an ordinary native.

"If you can't win, you will die. If you eat it, you will probably die. It's too easy to choose."

So he swallowed the poison called death, and let the mellow fragrance that was enough to intoxicate the soul spread in his body.

So he raised his sword again.

Stand in front of the enemy.

Stand in front of your loved ones.