"You are definitely not Ian!"

The two swords were inserted into the scabbard behind him, but Garr's momentum remained sharp.

The white-haired boy with wolf ears narrowed his eyes and walked around Xio with great vigilance: "Your aura is wrong, it doesn't smell like a fairy... Even if you can cover it up, you should still be exposed a little under my attack."

"As a swordsman, your coordination of hands and feet is not normal at all. This body is not good at fighting with blades. You can only avoid my sword with precise control - this is definitely not someone who has learned swordsmanship, and should have a lot of ability."

The movements of a knight-level swordsman.”

He finally made up his mind and nodded slightly: "Yes, although you look exactly the same, you are not Ian."

——Why are you so sharp?

At this moment, listening to Gaar's analysis, Xiou felt confused.

The smell of goblins? This is barely understandable. After all, sublimators of goblin blood do have special mental fluctuations, and most of them have relatively inconsistent personalities, or are different from ordinary people.

Even if one simply regards the goblin bloodline as a sublimator who controls the power of various elements to destroy, because of the goblin's high-purity adaptability to the sesame, it will give people a very 'fresh' feeling, including the previous personality, that is.

Fresh and refined'.

This point is easy to understand... But the next observation about martial arts practitioners, Xio can't understand at all... She has never practiced swords, so how can she know what a swordsman's steps are and what a swordsman's steps are?

Coordination skills?

——Ian wants me to disguise myself as him, but he has no intention of letting me fight...

"But it doesn't matter."

But at this moment, Gaar pulled out the sword again, and he showed a very pure and hearty smile: "You are probably the real dragon called Xio? Even if only the dragon soul comes, you are the third-level dragon."

A super dragon soul."

"You are very strong, not inferior to me!"

"Let's have a fight!" After setting up his stance, the young genius of Sirius bloodline was once again ready to attack.

Xio: "Ah?"

She was really confused now - the other party noticed that Ian was missing and her disguise, but didn't care, and instead wanted to fight with her?

Aren't they curious about where Ian went?

But in fact, the reason is very simple... it's just concealing one's identity and pretending to be someone else. It's not a big deal. As long as there is no suspicion in advance, even if Xiou is discovered pretending to be Ian, no one will care too much. At most, they will think that Ian has some secret mission.

Need to be processed, not here yet.

——And so far, who appears in this subspace maze without a secret? Although Ian is a genius, he is not the target of attention in the first sequence.

"let's start!"

Before he finished speaking, there was a loud explosion - and with the loud noise, Garr's figure disappeared.

But Xiou smiled and was not panicked at all.

Yes. Fighting. She thought about it and even looked forward to it.

It's rare to find a suitable opponent, a powerful enemy to fight... and it's also a rare opportunity to show your true strength.

In Xiahui Territory, no one will fight with Xiou. Ian will occasionally play with her, but just for fun, Ian will definitely not be able to defeat the third-level true dragon with a dragon body and dragon soul without using his full strength.

But if you really try your best, you will be easily exposed.

Therefore, after taking back her intact body and freeing her soul from the pain, she never really took action with all her strength.

But things are different now.

——Now that the other party has discovered her true identity, let’s fight seriously.

At this moment, Xiou stood motionless, but Garr, who had disappeared before, appeared behind her at some point, and an extremely fast wind blade aimed at Xiou's neck and right side without any hesitation.

The shoulder slashed down, as if he wanted to cut the person in front of him in two!

Then, it became crooked.

Boom! The huge shock wave bombarded the solid spar floor, actually creating a crack in this theoretically indestructible relic of pre-era civilization.

Powerful ripples spread in all directions, lifting the corners of 'Ian's' clothes and making a whistling sound.

But that's all.

"this……"

Garr's eyes widened and he stared in disbelief at the blade he was cutting on the ground, but five meters away from the target. Then he raised his head, looked at his target, and murmured to himself: "How is it possible..."

And 'Ian' turned his head with a smile.

"Oh."

Using Ian's voice and face, 'he' said in surprise: "Why didn't you hit it?"

"...It's just a feint. I didn't expect you to even dodge."

Garr pulled out the sword. His face had calmed down, but the thoughts in his heart were filled with uncertainty.

Feint? How could it be possible? If geniuses like them want to rely on each other's competition to make progress, they have to make dead moves - not attacking like this would be disrespectful to their opponents!

However, the sword he struck with perfect timing was inexplicably missed?

No matter what, you have to at least resist and dodge, right? Why did you miss it by five meters?

I don't think it's any use.

Garr strikes again.

The silver light cut through the atmosphere, and the shining metallic blade slashed away, aiming at the smiling head of 'Ian'!

But 'Ian' still didn't dodge, and stayed where he was with a smile, not panicking at all.

So... for some reason, this sword cut was in vain again!

The arc blade visible to the naked eye flew past an area several meters away from 'Ian', leaving a visible air trajectory in the air. Seeing this trajectory from a distance, the members who were fighting with other exploration teams immediately dodged in panic.

When this trajectory hits the ground, a strong wind bursts out that can blow people away.

With such condensed power compressed into an ordinary sword, Garr's basic skills are enough to be proud of.

"Missed?!"

But at this moment, he frowned and looked at 'Ian' in disbelief: "What kind of technique is this?"

"Haha." 'Ian' laughed, as if he was going to say something, but at this moment, Gaar closed his eyes.

He roared angrily, exerted force on his legs, and his whole body flew forward at a rapid speed like an explosion. At the same time, the two storm-wrapped blades slashed at every part of 'Ian's body!

In an instant, the dancing blades almost enveloped 'Ian's' body!

——If one sword cannot kill, then what about a thousand or ten thousand swords?!

But the answer is the same.

None of these attacks can hit!

"It's useless, Garr. Although you are strong, there is no way you can hit me."

Surrounded by countless swords that were so sharp that they could cut him into pieces in an instant, 'Ian' stood there with a smile.

He raised his chin slightly, and with an attitude that was almost arrogant, he said to Garr who was still insisting on attacking: "Because your body and soul are afraid of me and afraid of hurting me."

"Nonsense!" Garr shouted angrily with his eyes closed. He made a diagonal slash, and the shadow of the knife transformed into three layers, directly crossing all the spaces within a 180-degree range in front of him: "Don't think that being good-looking is enough.

To be able to say such things, do you think you are a siren or a dream demon?"

But it was useless. The blade obviously covered all the areas in front of him. Garr, who closed his eyes and fought through pure seismic induction, could theoretically not be deceived by visual errors or illusions.

But after he swung the knife, his heart sank immediately - because just like before, he didn't feel any hit after he drew the knife.

It was obvious that his attack did not hit the 'fake Ian' in front of him, but the other party's calm words were still heard.

"The reason for all this has nothing to do with me - Garr, listen carefully to the sounds of your cells and blood vessels. Have you really understood the feelings of your body over the years?"

The faint voice not only vibrated in the atmosphere, but also followed the fluctuations of the subspace labyrinth and penetrated directly into the spirit and soul: "Those cells that are tired and crying under hard training, those muscles that are abnormally exercised, those that have been tempered through hard work

And the smooth sefirah circuit...this is the result of you tormenting your body for so many years!"

"In order to become stronger, you torture your body, in order to defeat the enemy, you first destroy your body and then rebuild it - is this really what your body wants?"

"Look at those exhausted cells, the blood vessels that are almost collapsing, and the speed, strength and knife skills obtained by squeezing the body. Is this really what your panting and trembling body wants?"

Standing on the spot, 'Ian' raised his hands, motionless, as if to embrace all the attacks from Garr, but 'he' was not hit even once.

"No!" Facing Gaar who had stopped his sword and remained silent, he declared without hesitation: "Your body and soul are resisting you and rejecting you - they already know that you are

A bad master, only by betraying you and obeying me can you move in the right direction!"

"So it's impossible for your attack to hit me, because you yourself are rejecting such a result!"

At this moment, Gaer did feel that every cell in his body was trembling slightly for some reason, and even wanted to 'resist' his own use, reject his will, want to resist every decision he made, every time

attack……

It seems that what 'Ian' said is the truth. His body and cells seem to have developed their own consciousness and are resisting his 'master' - if he hadn't been strong enough to suppress it, he would have been counterattacked by the impact of the cell consciousness just now.

Fainted!
To be continued...