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If he had known half a year ago that Fei'er had the ability to freely shuttle through space at night, he would have jumped up from the ground in shock. But now, for all these things, he accepted them even more plainly than he imagined, as if he had been mentally prepared for all kinds of strange mental images that he might encounter since he had seen the capable people.

In a sense, Rhodes, who met half a year ago, has such a similar ability, but his ability is more limited, he must be within the field of vision, and he must use objects that can be grasped by both hands to achieve space shuttle.

Now Ian finally knows how Phil unknowingly brought herself out of the circle every night. Moreover, since Fei'er has this ability, it is indeed much less difficult to help her hide it for a while.

After thinking about it for a moment, even though he was still unwilling in his heart, Ian nodded after all. As Phil said, his own situation has become more and more difficult.

Even though half a full year has passed, he still has no clue about the so-called belief. However, the natural evolution of the sword intent was not at all meant to stop, slow and firm, allowing him to see himself heading towards the abyss almost every day.

Time is running out.

Even if Ian has been selectively ignoring this, he still feels that he will inevitably touch that boundary in as little as three months or as much as half a year. And according to Fei'er, her last resort, even for a true Sword Master, is a situation of ten deaths. Then don't be a pseudo-sword master like yourself.

Lying on the bed, unable to sleep anyway, Ian opened his eyes, and he turned his head to look at the clock at the head of the bed, which showed the time as a quarter past four.

"I've only been lying down for an hour?"

Ian was startled, and he clearly remembered that he seemed to have been lying down for a long, long time. He calculated in his mind for some time and came to a new conclusion.

The difference in the flow of time is already close to fifty times.

He pondered for a moment, then jumped to his feet, dressed himself, picked up his saber, and appeared in the open space in the backyard as if teleporting, and began his daily morning exercise in advance.

As the boundary approached, he felt that he was becoming more and more unsettled. The feeling that had driven him crazy came back again, and in this almost frozen world, an unprecedented sense of loneliness was exceptionally clear at this moment.

He constantly forced himself to swing the sword in his hand, forcing his mind to calm down and forget the truth that he was on the verge of the end. But when the anxiety faded, a wave of unwillingness crept into my heart.

All the signs were signs of an impending crisis, but now, he himself was stuck in a quagmire from which he could not break free, and could only watch everything happen, but could not really take action to stop it.

Is this really the right thing to do?

Is this conservative, moderate, escapist training method really right?

Ian asked himself. And just as he questioned himself like this, the long sword in his hand began to emit a faint groan without him noticing.

The voice was so soft that it couldn't be heard without approaching him.

After a long time, Ian suddenly stood still, looking at the longsword in his hand, stunned.

An irrepressible impulse suddenly rose in his heart, wanting to stimulate all the sword intent, use the moment before the collapse to grasp the original belief in the sword intent, and use his life in this life to take the initiative to gamble on the small possibility of success.

This impulse was so sudden that it seemed to rush into his mind all at once, and he couldn't suppress it.

Ian didn't know if it was due to his impatience before reaching his limit, or his determination to fight head-on. If it is the former, then there is no doubt that he will be pushed into the bottomless abyss because of this. If it's the latter, he may succeed, but it's still life gambling.

Is it to take a risk in advance, or to grind to the point where there is no avoidability and then try?

Ian, who had always known that he was indecisive, fell into a long silence......

The sand of time slowly fell, and before you knew it, a white light symbolizing dawn appeared in the distant sky.

The light was so tenacious, even though the canopy of heaven was shrouded in a layer of gray canopy, it still turned into a sharp arrow, piercing through the obstacles and reflecting on the earth.

Ian pinned his whole heart on the long sword in his hand, and when the glimmer of light reflected on the sword body, flashing dazzling camouflage, he suddenly gritted his teeth, his eyes became extremely sharp at this moment, his right hand was clenched, and the sword intent in his soul was almost boiling with determination.

After all, he decided not to sit still and was ready to take the risk.

However, just as he was about to take the initiative to urge the sword intent, an incomparably familiar voice suddenly came into his ears, pulling back all the thoughts he had poured into the sword body.

"Ian, did you get up so early today to practice your sword?"

Hearing this familiar and gentle voice, Ian shuddered. His body shook gently twice uncontrollably, and then he walked out of the self-space that closed all external selves. He looked up dumbfoundedly, and in the morning light, his pale face was covered with beads of sweat.

"Mom. ”

On the second floor of the cottage, Elena, who looked to be in her twenties, was quietly leaning on the windowsill, squinting and smiling at her child.

"Ian, Mom, I don't know what you're worried about, but never make decisions too lightly. You have to know how many people in this world are worried about you. ”

"Mom. After a long time, Ian smiled, as bright as the rising sun: "Recently, I need to go out. ”

"Out, where?"

"I can't say. Ian shook his head, he already had a determination in his heart, but he didn't want his mother to worry: "But it's going to be out for a long time......

"Huh?" Elena was slightly stunned, and the smiling silver-haired boy in front of her made her feel a little strange. She knew that Ian's personality was mild-mannered with a hint of cowardice. But today, she actually saw the meaning of determination in his smile, as if she had made a major decision, and the whole person changed from a teenager to a real man at this moment.

"The Academy, do you need me to say it?" As soon as the words came out, Elena couldn't believe that she had uttered such acquiescence.

"I'll do it today. Ian smiled widely.

After the madness, he already had an understanding in his heart.

He didn't want to run away like this anymore, he didn't want to spend time like this anymore.

Phil's arrangement is not suitable for him, and he must go his own way.

Fei'er's swordsmanship is not suitable for him, and he must go out of his own sword path.