Chapter 1218: Chapter 187: Using the most boastful tone to say the most timid words (5400)_2
The black-haired young man’s eyes dissipated the purple spirit energy interference. He squinted and calmly threw back Ian’s previous question: [So, this is the question]
[Ian, were you ‘from the beginning’, or is it that you simply haven’t 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 other’s Origin Quality operation, but as the other’s speech became increasingly terrifying and he couldn’t 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 Knowledge’s 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 that’s truly the case… then they found the right person!
Ian realized that ‘Elg’ and his group were not a random encounter — he came here after collecting a large amount of information about Ian, perplexed, and thus tracked him down.
Furthermore, whether this ‘Thousand-Star Beast’ in front of him is Elg or not, he is greatly related to the City of Knowledge.
— Do these Terra lunatics really rear the Thousand-Star Beast?! It’s 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 Adalbert’s 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 couldn’t help but softly ask, “Speaking of which, what is the theoretical limit of humans? Surpassing the limit by less than three times doesn’t seem like much, does it?”
“What do you think surpassing the limit is? That’s the limit, not just when you feel tired, but reaching the ‘upper limit’ by exhausting all means!”
Anfa couldn’t 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 isn’t wrong, Ian is indeed that existence beyond the limit, a genius even greater than a Prophet.”
“And it’s because of this that I was determined to invest in him at South Ridge.”
“Is Ian that amazing? Nine hundred variations in an instant? I can manage around one hundred at most, and that’s already top-standard by general evaluation…” The blond boy looked at his hand, muttering in disbelief, “Then he’s been holding back a sea when sparring with me, hasn’t he?!”
For a moment, Yisen Gard, who considered himself a genius, was severely shaken.
— Actually, it’s just because you haven’t practiced the Meditation Technique… Once you have, multiplying your variations five or six times is normal.
Ian also noticed his friend’s disappointment and quickly used Light Spirit Transmission to send a message of comfort.
[You’re a monster, without a doubt]
At this moment, Elg didn’t want to fight Ian anymore—or rather, from the beginning, he only wanted to test Ian. And from what he knows about Ian, he realized that if there’s no intent or determination to kill him, it’s absolutely impossible to test even a fraction of Ian’s real abilities: [Although I don’t know why, you haven’t yet realized your own essence]
[But eventually, you’ll understand. You will understand that you and us are companions, sharing the same goal]
“Stop speaking in riddles.” Ian’s eyebrows furrowed slightly. He now truly felt a bit confused—a 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 don’t 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 don’t speak clearly, I’ll draw my sword.”
[You, who has forgotten his essence, don’t need my apology]
In response to Ian’s warning of ‘do not say you were not forewarned’, Elg sneered: [Moreover, the reason I ambushed you is simply that you’re 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]