"Phil?"

Ian let out a low cry. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info this script is not right, according to convention, it should not be the beginning now!

"You've wasted a total of four minutes, so from the moment you get here, the training starts. A girl's voice could be heard in the night, but Ian couldn't capture the other person's position from the sound source.

With a sigh, Ian quickly ducked into the shadows as fast as he could, he didn't want to "die" a second time because of arguing with the other party.

For this girl's natural and domineering Ian is deeply experienced.

And this morning's scene made him relive the painful experience of being forced to apprentice at the beginning.

At the beginning, this girl sneaked into her room quietly in the night, and the moment she thought she had seen Sadako after she was awakened, she forced herself to learn art by holding a sword to her neck.

As for why she came to herself?

The reasons she gave still make her, a psychological adult, a social person who has seen countless similar jokes in her previous life, feel ridiculous.

"You have sword intent in you!"

But the truth has been forged, and three full years have passed since that day.

Ian, who had learned a body of swordsmanship and various skills from the girl, had to admit that this girl who was the same age as herself physiologically did throw herself out of her N streets in terms of strength.

It's just that as a girl who is really only a teenager, the level of her teaching is definitely not something that can be described as miserable.

That's completely inhumane......

This girl simply used her swordsmanship and some training methods that she had seen or heard about on herself.

Take the current morning exercise as an example, where is this training of swordsmen, it is simply training assassins!

In just three years, she can be said to be cramming all kinds of useful and useless skills, without even considering whether Ian's own endurance is passable.

And when Ian was fifteen years old, he was thrown out of the circle by her countless times, facing the greatest enemy of mankind - the devil alone.

Even though he had already undergone a cramming education in his previous life, even Ian himself felt incredible that he could actually survive such a secret special training without affecting his daily life and master such skills proficiently.

He often wondered if it was really because of his amazing talent, or if it was just a result that was forced out under the threat of his life.

But there is no doubt about one thing!

Under such harsh tempering, his swordsmanship strength is constantly improving every day.

Today, at the age of 16, he can hunt the Great Demon in the depths of the Purgatory Wasteland on his own!

After teasing a certain paralyzed girl in his mind for a while, Ian gradually calmed down. Although it had been pointed out more than once that this training method was not training swordsmen at all, after half a year, he had given up convincing the natural and domineering girl with facial paralysis.

"Nine more times. He muttered to himself, then embedded himself in a deeper shadow.

However, just when Ian thought he had escaped the lock-on of the other party's mind, a black longsword quietly reached out again, and gently touched the back of his heart.

The boy was suddenly devastated.

"The second time. The urging voice sounded again at this moment, and then it returned to silence.

After trembling, Ian smiled bitterly: "Looks like you have to fight!"

Instead of choosing to passively dodge, he intends to start taking the initiative.

Following the sound he had caught in a split second, he jerked, vanishing from the spot like a ghost, and then suddenly reappeared at the source of the sound.

He knew that the other party would ambush him around here, and this practice was undoubtedly putting himself in the ambush circle of the other party. But this is also the only way to find and lock the other party, only then can you have a chance of winning.

Sure enough!

When Ian stood still, the girl attacked, and the black long sword struck out again, but Ian, who was mentally prepared, would not be as "dead" as the previous two times.

With a "ding" sound, the two long swords, one black and one white, collided together for the first time.

Ian, who locked on the other party in an instant, didn't dare to let go of this rare opportunity, and he rushed forward directly according to his instinct, not giving the other party a chance to get out of his own consciousness lock.

The two black figures began to clash violently at this moment. They walk like ghosts, shuttling between light and shadow, no matter how many times they intersect, they overlap and separate like phantoms, without the slightest sound. They are as fast as the wind, often taking a few meters at a time, as if they can flash from one place to another in an instant, almost teleporting.

But even in such a movement where it is difficult to capture the figure, both of them lock on to each other with their minds!

Such a fight was obviously not good for Ian, and as the girl's words of "third time" and "fourth time" sounded, he had already been hit by two more swords in a short moment.

But Ian persisted.

Because he knew that Fei'er's swordsmanship style was a lethal ultimate killing sword.

Although this domineering girl's attack is extremely fierce and accurate, she is by no means her opponent in terms of fighting. But it is even more dangerous to let her escape from her lock-on, and once she is gone, the darling of the night will use her best strengths to assassinate herself again and again, like a true assassin.

The lesser of two evils!

That's all he can do!

......

The morning light pierced through the light veil of the night, and the distant sky began to turn white, but this sparring between light and shadow did not stop.

Seeing that dawn was approaching, Ian hurriedly hid his figure into a dilapidated alley.

And it wasn't until this moment that he smiled bitterly after a little calculation and realized that he had been hit by 9 swords until now.

There's only one last chance left!

Truth be told, today is the longest Ian has held out since the start of this training. For half a year, he actually never insisted until the moment when the sky turned white, and he never thought that he could really win.

Because he knows that the girl he is facing is actually releasing water all the time. Whenever he becomes stronger, the other party will also show the strength that can just overpower his own line.

If it weren't for today, as a less determined original otaku, he found that he was about to stay up until dawn and ushered in the first draw, maybe Ian would have given up the confrontation at this moment and found a hidden place to hide as much as possible.

But today is different!

Although he didn't say much, Ian, who was woken up by a paralyzed girl in such a terrifying way this morning, was obviously in a state of resentment. His only great manly dignity began to make trouble for the first time.

"No matter what, Lao Tzu has to win once today!"

The original otaku shouted subconsciously.