The lightless night is the purest of all, and because it is pure darkness, it is even more powerful.

The images of the surroundings presented by the pulse perception are updated every ten seconds, and the movement of people in the school, Norma, or the hidden or obvious monitoring areas are systematically marked in his mind, and the movement within a radius of one kilometer is completely controlled by him. Mercer stands at the top of a school building, eyes fully closed, looking at the world around him from a playful perspective of God.

This is not idle egg pain or skill play, but training and adaptation.

After a free day of fighting in the morning, Mercer seems to have discovered a new way of fighting—using pulse perception to form an all-encompassing map.

The benefits of this are as refreshing as playing a stealth game, and if he encounters some invisible environments or attacks too quickly, pulse perception can also help him take advantage. With a little more training, he should be able to improve his mobility.

The night breeze blew, a large amount of environmental information was sorted out in his mind one by one, and an indescribable sense of mastery rose from his heart, which made him clench his fists and feel the rhythmic flow and operation of the black light virus in his body.

Since getting rid of the scrappy otaku body, a huge change has begun. Faster reflexes, stronger dynamic vision, more destructive power, sharper and more thorough thinking patterns......

And these are only the most basic health level increases, as for the [Claw Form] and [Muscle Mode] that use special points to exchange Huàn for Huàn, it is even more exaggerated, and the powerful attack power it provides allows him to dismantle the Gundam empty-handed, at least it is more than enough to deal with a tank or something.

In terms of flexibility, the three skills of [Sprinting], [Air Sprint], and [Air Gliding] alone are enough for him to shuttle through the city without his feet touching the ground. When I have nothing to do, I can even jump from the top of a building with more than 20 floors, and the injuries are always just pieces of cracked and sunken ground.

After fusing the dragon bloodline, although there is still a big blood collapse every month, it is one step closer to perfection in terms of the entire life level and genetic composition. If you look in the mirror every few weeks, you will find that there are some subtle changes in your appearance and body shape, and your mind can be more unrestrained. If the enhancement brought by the black light virus is compared to a super-powerful full set of hardware, then the dragon bloodline is to install more performance-optimized software on this hardware.

And so day after day passed, and the shadow of his past faded day by day.

The black light virus seems to be omnipotent, replacing him with a new person inside and out...... Or rather, a new, alien.

The law and social morality have all but faded with the growth of power, and when the mood comes, he can make a cameo as a superhero, beat up the villains who bully others, or grab a few less obtrusive guys to play a few survival games. The inconsequential things of good and evil can only be a constraint and restriction for Mercer, and all he keeps is what he wants to keep.

If it was Lu Mingfei's normal standard to be very uneasy about his small changes, then he should have had a nervous breakdown, right?

Thinking of this, Mercer smiled silently. There are some things that are not to be compared, after all, he is not to the point where he needs to compare himself with others to increase his self-confidence, right?

"Whew-"

The slightly monotonous training continued, he exhaled lightly, and didn't bother to continue standing, so he simply lay down.

However, the location of the Kassel Academy is quiet enough, surrounded by mountains and forests, and there is not a trace of people except here. Ignore the little lights below, and it's like a dead city.

Mercer looked at the moon above that was completely obscured by dark clouds, and for some reason, he had the illusion of returning to Black Swan Harbor many years ago.

…… It's very similar, just less ice and more guards.

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The low and loud C tone of the cello's G string is the first to sound, like the first snowflakes to fall when the winter night comes; Secondly, it is accompanied by many violin harmonies, but they do not provoke, as if something is brewing.

The figure in the mirror is petite and slender, with white and snow-like skin that is delicate and smooth, and is even more touching under the soft orange light, and with the same white ballet tight high-waisted pleated skirt and pantyhose, it looks particularly intoxicating and eye-catching; Her eyes are deep and quiet, blue as a sea of ice, and contain many unknown things.

The tone of the violin began to rise and fall, and it was quite like singing and sighing, and she gently stretched and moved with the music.

The slow, elegant, and coherent movements of this ballet fully reflect the beauty of her form, and every inch is an incomparable harmony and elegant golden ratio, enough to make no one take their eyes off.

A few soft plucks of the harp are also mixed into the music, and the violin ensemble is gradually brought to the point of clarity.

Her extraordinarily slender and pure hands were gently raised, her thumbs slightly tilted towards the palms of her hands, and the other three fingers except the middle finger were slightly tilted in a freehand manner, and her hands swung to form a four-digit hand.

The violinist pulls the loudest sound at this point, playing an elegant melody that takes the piece to a new level, and after a period of soothing chanting, the strings change from slow and clear to short and low, mixing the sound into the bass of the ensemble again.

Vivaldi's Four Seasons, Winter, First Movement, a violin concerto known for its varied and rapid emotions and repetitive high notes, is mostly used in film soundtracks, but it is true that no one uses it to practice ballet.

The music rose again from the previous depression, she stood with seven hands and five feet gently folded, slightly raised sideways to reveal a delicate and slender neck, and her beautiful long pale blonde hair was braided into a strand of braid, and the rest of the hair was tied up into a bun. This is the dress that classical ballet girls like, and it can make the neck and head lines very clear and supple.

Suddenly, the music fell silent for half a second, and then all the violins raised their voices together, and the music pulled by the bowstrings was clear and exciting, and the main theme drifted like a cry and a complaint.

glissade [glyshad], a beautiful slide with a five-position starting point to glide to the side of the open space, followed by the alance [f] [balanse] swing step, a joyful and bright exchange of weights, somewhat similar to the waltz step.

The ensemble is paused, but the timbre of the violin is highlighted again, and the "picking" and "pressing" of the violin's continuous bow technique are vividly reflected in this piece, unlike the soothing smoothness of the kneading of the strings, the master level of the player only uses one technique to make the music push the high/tide without losing the coherence and integrity of the phrase.

After a slight pause, the fourth arabesque [law] [arabesk] of the Russian school, she began to dance quickly with the utmost skill.

Pirouette spins in place, using the non-stop Italian school of tiptoeing method, interspersed with several tourenl'air jumping and spinning, with fluttering skirts and dazzling spun.

The main violin begins to play the accompaniment position, while the ensemble of violins takes over the melody part, and the sound is high and low, fluctuating and somewhat obscure.

She danced as she looked at herself in the mirror, and her blue eyes had long since turned into brilliant gold.

Again, the music began to rise as usual, except that the violin began to use the splitting technique incessantly, and the sound of the ensemble gradually increased, and a wave of winter snow and wind began to rise violently, whistling through the tall trees and sparse foliage, and the white frost on the moss and lichen greeted the snowflakes.

Fouette, which means whip, is a one-legged spin with one leg lifted in a rapid circle in the air. This technique was created by the Italian dancer Lenyani in the eighties of the 18th century, and became famous in 1895 when Petipa and Ivanov re-choreographed Swan Lake, in which the lead actress Pi Lenani performed 32 spins in one go.

And she is far more than 32, the dragon's blood is boiling in her body, and the various complex and difficult movements that those ballet dancers regard are actually not worth mentioning for her, just a light yì can be done.

[Little May Rose, please rotate three times,

Let's watch you spin, spin.

Let the roses of May go to the distant forest,

We rejoice and rejoice together.

We also leave this May Day tree,

Go in search of lovely roses. 】

For some reason, a May Day folk song from Alsace, France, echoed in her head, and she was still spinning, spinning, spinning.

The bowstrings of the violin make a staggered sound at the end, like the tranquility of a winter snow.

When the music ended, she finally stopped, and curtsy in front of the mirror, as she had done many years ago. Suddenly, she seemed to see the skinny little girl in a small white nightdress, holding a ragdoll bear, and a few freckles in the mirror

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