In the forest behind the small building, Garon stood alone in the middle of the forest, focusing on the swaying leaves and grass around him. The wind blew from the ground and passed through the forest, causing the leaves to sway continuously.
He stood in the middle of the greenery and shadows, his eyes moving slightly from time to time, looking at the inconspicuous places around him.
'The Void Worms are just the vanguard, they have their eyes on you, now you have to learn how to deal with these creatures.' Black Sethe's voice rang in his ears.
"What do I need to pay attention to? How can they be destroyed? "Garon asked softly.
'They are just worms, very very weak, normal physical attacks are useless against them, you have to cover yourself with Aura. Aura is the element of the Mother Stream, it is their nemesis, you just have to gather your Aura and attack them, then you will be able to deal with them. '
'However, the problem now is that you can't control yourself when you are dreaming, your consciousness is too strong, causing you to follow your instincts completely, so you have to do one thing first, raise your focus in the dream. Otherwise, you will be too easily affected by your instincts and unable to focus, even controlling your own actions will be difficult, not to mention activating your Aura. 'Black Sethe explained in detail.
Garon repeated, "The first step is to train my focus in the dream. Am I right? "
'Give it a try.'
"What if it is a normal person without Aura? What should I do when I meet a Void Creature? "Garon suddenly asked.
'Find and distinguish them, or try to communicate with the tainted to obtain a certain amount of knowledge about the Void, or take the initiative to avoid them and leave the Dream World. Their time is different from ours. Ordinary Void Creatures live on a very long time plane, and one of their breaths might be a few years of ours. So don't compete with them in patience, that is what they are best at, some of them can even live for tens of thousands of years. 'Black Sethe said softly. 'Void Creatures usually have no interest in normal people, if they do, then there are only two possibilities. One is to try to contaminate humans, their main food source is a kind of energy that is continuously produced by the consciousness of a living being, after being contaminated, the consciousness of a living being will become their own kind and producer. The other is curiosity, pure curiosity. Just as we human researchers have discovered certain ants that never grow tentacles. '
Garon nodded, indicating that he understood what Black Sethe meant. Even though he spoke too much nonsense, making his explanation redundant and long, he understood the main point.
Looking at the swaying trees and weeds, and the faint sounds of cars and promotional music from the shops in the distance, he could hear the faint sounds of cars.
Garon slowly calmed down, controlled his consciousness, and began to fall into a hazy sleep.
His consciousness gradually blurred, and he unknowingly sat down at the foot of a big tree. His back was against the rough surface of the tree bark, and he sat on the soft but somewhat damp grass. Between the grass, there was a warm and moist air, with a faint smell of grass.
Unknowingly, Garon closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep.
Chirp chirp chirp chirp
There seemed to be the sound of birds chirping from afar.
Garon opened his eyes in a daze and realized that he was lying on his big bed. There was an electric fan beside him that was blowing hard at him. He couldn't see the shape of the fan clearly. It seemed to be white and made of noodles. The wind that blew out was hot and moist.
The surrounding walls seemed to be constantly flowing, changing subtle colors. It seemed to be brown. Garon felt that his consciousness was very sluggish, and he couldn't tell what he was doing at all. He lowered his head, wanting to see what position he was in, but he couldn't.
'Put the knife back in the box. ' He suddenly had this thought, and then his whole body floated up from the bed, and then he realized that there was a black knife behind his room. The knife was very long and wide, and it had a silver blade.
He felt that he had walked over and taken the knife from the shelf that had appeared out of nowhere. Then, his other hand had taken a box out of nowhere, and he had inserted the knife directly into it.
Garon suddenly remembered that he seemed to have something to do. He stood on the spot and tried to think, but he couldn't think of anything.
He kept standing on the spot, and he kept recalling. Suddenly, he felt a small itch on his right foot, as if there was a worm crawling. He tried to bend down to grab it, but when he lowered his head, he couldn't find his right foot.
Slap.
A drop of dew fell on Garon's forehead, and the dew slid down the bridge of his nose, from his chin to his collar.
Garon opened his eyes, and his whole body was suffused with a sense of comfort.
'You're awake? 'Black Sethe's voice rang out.
"I don't think I succeeded?" Garon frowned.
'Obviously, you failed, 'Black Sethe said. There was a hint of schadenfreude in his voice. You didn't even realize that you were in a dream, and then you were led by the nose by instinct. In the end, you didn't do anything and just came out. '
"It feels a little troublesome," Garon said with a frown.
'That's for sure. When anyone does this exercise, they have to practice for a long time to get it. You'll get better with practice in the future. '
Garon stood up, and he felt that there was something crawling on his right foot.
He shook his trousers, and a small white ant fell out of his pants. The ant flipped over, got up from the ground, and quickly disappeared into the grass.
"This is a whole new field," Garon said softly. "But I'll have a lot of time to slowly learn it."
'Someone's coming, 'Black Sethe's voice quickly lowered.
Garon turned his head and looked to his left. From his angle, he could see a tall girl walking over from the lawn between two houses. She was wearing white casual clothes, and her long red hair was draped over her shoulders. She was carrying a small red handbag in her hand. She had an oval face and fair skin, and her whole body emitted a cold aura.
"Isaros, long time no see," Garon smiled and greeted her.
"Garon, you're here for your morning exercise today?" Isaros also saw Garon, and her face was slightly startled. "I was delayed by something yesterday, so I didn't come to see you."
"It's fine. You're here to exercise at noon? "Garon asked.
"Yeah. I'm already used to this time, "Isaros nodded.
"Speaking of which, it's already been a year since we started training here, right?" Garon took a few steps forward, and stood a few steps away from Isaros. Suddenly, his nose twitched slightly, and a strange look flashed across his eyes.
"Do you want to spar a little?"
Isaros' eyes suddenly lit up.
Whoosh!
She didn't receive a greeting, and a side kick swept over, creating a sharp and crisp sound in the air.
Slap.
Garon blocked her kick, but immediately a second kick came from the right. He continued to swing away. The third kick, the fourth kick, the fifth kick!
Both of their hands and feet continuously collided, creating a series of banging sounds.
Isaros' speed became faster and faster, and both her legs seemed to form a series of afterimages. Her whole body was like a spinning top, and the tip of her foot was like the tip of a knife. It was like a continuous razor, and it continuously slashed Garon's right hand.
"Be careful!"
Isaros jumped back, and bent her right leg, and suddenly kicked forward. Her right leg was like a cannonball, and it went straight over.
Bang!
The two of them separated abruptly, and Garon slowly put down his right hand, and a charming smile appeared on his face.
"You've improved again."
"I still can't force you to use your second hand," Isaros' forehead was slightly sweaty, and she shook her head.
"Do you still remember the move I demonstrated to you before?" Garon suddenly lowered his voice.
His five fingers on his right hand opened up, as if he was holding onto something. At this moment, a strange scene appeared.
There seemed to be a faint flow of air in the middle of his palm.
The air flow was as thin as a strand of hair, and it constantly flowed through the gaps between his fingers.
These invisible air flows seemed to have a life of their own, and they constantly revolved around his palm.
In an instant, Isaros' vision blurred, and she didn't hear any sound. She only felt her vision blurred, and Garon's right hand was already on her forehead. His thumb was raised, and it was facing her left eye, and it was just a little bit away from piercing into her eye socket.
Isaros only felt a deep chill at this moment.
Her ability to sense danger, which she had always been proud of, actually didn't have any reaction at this moment.
"Silent Killing Technique," Garon retracted his arm, and his right hand lightly gripped the air, as if he was holding onto an invisible wind.
"You have an extraordinary sensitivity towards wind and air flows, perhaps you can truly grasp the essence of this technique."
He was right. This was indeed just a technique. It was not a Secret Technique, nor was it a Secret Technique. It was just a simple little trick, a technique that could dissolve the airflow caused by movement.
In theory, only martial artists who had truly mastered the vibration technique in secret techniques could achieve this, but Garon had already discovered the uniqueness of Isaros' body. She had an extremely sensitive perception towards the minute changes in the air flow, and perhaps she could master this technique to sense the changes in the air flow.
"Silent Killing Technique?" Isaros repeated the name. Her eyes seemed to be flashing with a dazzling light, and her hands unconsciously started to repeat Garon's movements. Although their postures were exactly the same, there were no abnormal changes.
"Don't be fooled by the name, I'm a good citizen who abides by the law," Garon smiled, "Then I'll go back first. Take your time to practice. "
"Okay," Isaros nodded, but her hands seemed to be under a spell as she kept repeating the simple movements.
She felt that she could learn it.
Garon smiled, and looked at the mesmerized Isaros, before turning around and walking towards the back door of his house.
Putting aside his selfishness, he still admired a talented student like Isaros. She was the kind of person who knew how precious these techniques were, and she had almost died countless times because of these seemingly simple techniques. Only those who had experienced it would understand how precious it was. For such a person, it was not too much to teach some small things.
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