Practicing combat skills during the day and spiritual power at night, the simple and boring life made Sawyer experience an unprecedented sense of fulfillment.

Day after day, the 100 days are fleeting.

Under the scorching sun, in front of the hut, two agile figures repeatedly rushed to kill, and every frontal contact could bring visual impact.

A slender figure flew upside down in the shadow of the sword, but it quickly stood up and staggered towards the other figure.

"You're still lacking in practical skills, but you're ahead of most people." The scruffy man in the black cloth said calmly.

"Compared to the predecessors, it's still far behind." The young man with a resolute face wiped the hot sweat on his cheeks and gasped, but it was not difficult to feel the joy and humility in his words.

The man naturally doesn't care about the worldly master Aoya who is dressed in appearance, and this young man must be Sawyer.

In the past 100 days, Oya has basically spent a lot of time every day to guide Sawyer, and Sawa also cherishes this rare opportunity very much, wholeheartedly and humbly learns, and learns from it actual combat experience.

However, no matter how well Sawyer behaves, it is difficult to get Aoya's affirmation, it may be that Aoya's vision is too high and he has seen too many amazing geniuses, so he is a little numb in this regard.

Sawyer also had times when he was discouraged, his efforts were not recognized by others, and no one could maintain his original motivation, but he still endured this feeling of loneliness and persevered to this day.

In a hundred days, how many injuries he suffered and how much he suffered, only Sawyer himself knows.

Aoya's method of guiding him is actual combat, and there are competitions like this every day, and Aoya never shows mercy, resulting in new scars on Sawyer's body after the end of actual combat training every day.

In addition to the pain caused by actual combat, at night, the cold wind will also erode his body skin, making him gradually lose consciousness in the cold.

Although his body was unconscious, his mind was still profoundly awake, and Sawyer could only rely on his tenacious will to fight against the cold, and he could barely enter the cultivation state with infinite patience, and even sometimes, he didn't know when he entered the cultivation.

However, in addition to the spiritual power cultivation at night, Sawyer felt that all this effort was worth it.

Let's not talk about his actual combat ability, just his physical body, I don't know how much stronger he has become under the tempering of Aoya.

It can be said that without using spiritual power, among his peers, Sawya has few opponents, and even if he uses spiritual power, Sawa has a great confidence in defeating his opponent, because his spiritual power cultivation is also making rapid progress.

In terms of actual combat, in order to be less injured, before each of Oya's moves, Sawyer's brain will work rapidly, choose the best response plan, and then execute the best plan with extremely fast movements.

When attacking, the same is true, Sawa has to find Oya's weak point at that moment in a few seconds, or even less, and then attack with lightning power.

This also indirectly exercised Sawyer's reaction speed, which can be described as killing two birds with one stone.

Even so, Oya never gave Sawyer an affirmation.

But now, Oya actually praised him, a simple word, and couldn't help but make Sawyer, who had always been strong, a little moved.

Although cultivation is for oneself, it is always good to be praised by others, and besides, it is not others who praise him, but Oya, who has long been placed in an unshakable position in Thoya's heart.

In these hundred days, Aoya did not help him remove the ghost hand, and he no longer focused on the ghost hand, but followed Aoya to cultivate wholeheartedly, and gradually, he also forgot about this matter.

Perhaps, in this world, there is no way to remove the ghost hand!

Sawyer can only tell himself that this is not an escape from reality, but a kind of bravery that dares to admit it.

He told himself more than once that he was going to use his own power to suppress the power of the ghosts and gods so that they would no longer be troublesome.

During this time in the Rees Mountains, Sawyer's ghost hand did not appear abnormal, and the power of the ghost god did not control him, and then he did something irrational, probably because his mood has been very stable!

Out of the Rees Mountains, his emotions may be affected by the outside world, and if he is provoked by something, it is unknown whether he can suppress it at that time.

So, in the past 100 days, he has never stepped out of the Reess Mountains.

Even if he missed Ossie Town, Tifa Academy, and his friends, he never went back, because he couldn't guarantee that he could control his emotions or suppress the power of the ghosts and gods, and if he did something wrong, he might not be able to forgive himself in his life.

"Just because you are a descendant, you dare to compare me? Have you been here for a long time, and you don't know what it means to be high and thick? Oya flicked his sleeve and said angrily.

"Of course not, after all, you are a powerful senior, that is, the target of the junior, and it is still very appropriate to compare you." Sawyer's eyes curved into a crescent moon and he smiled.

Sawyer has long been accustomed to Aoya's temper, this is like a commonplace, accustomed to it, maybe Sawa will be a little jealous at first, but now, he is not afraid at all.

"Humph! Flim, I don't bother to talk about you, now, you can go back. "Oya said angrily, after these hundred days of getting along, he has nothing to do with Sawyer, the oily and smooth posterity.

After saying that, Oya set his eyes on the bottom of the mountain, a bird's-eye view of the vast land, and there was no emotion on his face.

"Go back? Where to go? The smile on Sawyer's face suddenly turned into a blank, and he had a bad premonition in his heart.

"Where did you come from, and where did you go back?" Oya replied lightly.

"You're telling me to go back to Osi? But, my ghost hand," Sawyer stretched out his left hand, his gaze shifted to it, his expression a little flustered, and at this moment, he didn't know what he should say.

Oya didn't turn his head, he still looked down the mountain, and after a while, he slowly rolled up the sleeve of his left arm, and looked at Sawa firmly, "Don't use ghost hands as an excuse to escape from reality, I can control my emotions, and even suppress the power of ghosts and gods, then, you can do it too." ”

The moment Oya rolled up his sleeves, Sawyer's eyes widened, as if he had seen something incredible.

Because, what appeared in Sawyer's vision was the same ghost hand as him, even more distorted and terrifying.

He didn't expect that Oya was actually infected with the Kazan plague like him, and also had a ghost hand.

"For what did you practice spiritual power on the top of the mountain at night? Isn't it just to exercise your endurance? How can you and I eliminate the power of ghosts and gods? Someday, you have to face the reality head-on, and it is better to face it now. Seeing that Sawyer had been staring at the ghost hand and was silent, Oya continued to speak, with a bit of impassionedness.

It was as if the roar of the beast and the chirping of the birds were cut off, and the deathly silence lasted for a long time

"That's right, you have to face the reality, thank you for the teachings of your predecessors, I understand." Sawyer withdrew his ghost hand and clenched it into a fist, looking at Oya with a look of no fear or flinching.

Oya gave a rare smile and bowed slightly.

"Thanks to my seniors for guiding me in my cultivation during this time, I will definitely be able to control my emotions." Sawyer, who is grateful, is grateful to Oya.

Although Oya can't help him remove the ghost hand, in other ways, Oya's help to him is immeasurable.

Oya guided him with all his heart, and Sawyer also saw it in his eyes and remembered it in his heart, and he would always remember this unforgettable hundred days, remember this reclusive powerhouse with a violent temper, and keep them in the most beautiful memory.

Oya nodded slightly, silently.

Sawyer walked into the hut, the furnishings and the swords hanging on the walls made Sawyer's heart sour, and he was afraid that he would not be able to suppress the emotions in his heart, so he hurriedly retreated and walked slowly towards Aoya.

"That's goodbye to the juniors." Sawyer bowed ninety degrees to Oya.

People have feelings, they have been in the place for a long time, and they always have unrelenting emotions, Sawyer raised his eyes to look at the things around him, imprinted them deeply in his mind, and there was a stream of heat that was puffed in by Sawyer's eyes, but it never overflowed.

Looking at Oya again, the heat in his eyes seemed to be pouring out, and Sawa quickly turned around and ran down the mountain, trying not to let the heat gush out.

Oya smiled at Sawya's rapidly shrinking back and sincerely wished, "Sawyer, your future will be wonderful. ”