hsntnovel Chapter 147 People who resist fate
Chapter 147 People who resist fate
Void, endless void.
Countless black spheres glowing with starlight are spread across the endless void, and in this void, a small room looks so out of place.
A man with a fairy-like face was staring at the crystal ball in front of him, observing the movements in the crystal ball, and recording something in his notebook from time to time.
He looked very kind, but he looked a little tired. If there wasn't a black flame exuding an evil aura in Yan's right hand.
"Oh, it's really troublesome to modify the fate line." He said so, with a hint of exhaustion in his eyes. "Which number is this...the fifth or the sixth..."
"My fellow aliens...these guys are really haunting, but...they have provided me with a lot of sources of inspiration. They are quite nice people." He sneered and turned to look at Wu who was standing aside. A skull, "Although this work is full of criticism...but it doesn't matter, anyway, no one can satisfy the taste of those readers..."
"Chen Yan, Chen Yan... don't think that you can get out of my control with that old woman's help..."
"I will squeeze out all your use value..."
"All the world needs is me!"
He slowly raised his right hand, thought for a moment, and then showed a kind smile: "Who is going to knife next?"
The black evil arrogance became more and more intense, gradually condensing into a blade of a utility knife, and his eyes gradually became blank. Within the perspective, countless silver-white threads were intertwined. They were the threads of fate that belonged to Chen Yan's world. Countless intertwined threads. In the fate of Chen Yan, the one representing Chen Yan glows with golden light, and next to it is the fate line of the people who intersect with Chen Yan.
The thread representing Letty was already filled with black energy, but it was not completely broken.
"Killing the people around you one by one will definitely make you very painful...emmm, as expected, I am kind-hearted, even my fellow aliens are so kind..." An expression of sadness stained his face. A touch of sickly pink, the smile on his face became stronger and stronger, and finally, he burst into violent laughter. "Hehehehe~ It's really pleasant to torture the opponent's mind~~~"
"Then... Next, let's just kill anyone..." He looked around, grinned, and the knife made of black energy in his hand was thrown out instantly, as if he was playing a dart throwing game.
Humming a little tune, he turned around and studied the crystal ball, no longer looking at the thread of fate.
However, Yan did not realize that the blade composed of black air did not completely cut off a certain thread of fate. If you look carefully, you will find that those threads of fate that are shrouded in black air seem to be broken by the wind. , is recovering at an extremely slow rate.
The initiator is the golden thread of destiny.
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He pulled out the sword with difficulty, swung it out with force, and then sheathed it clumsily.
The open grassland was full of wooden piles with chop marks, and above it was a log.
Chen Yan, on the other hand, was standing about 20 meters away from the wood, waving the ridiculously heavy knife.
"Draw the knife, chop, and then put the knife away. This is what you have to do. When you can't do it anymore, go under the tree to let your mind wander and meditate. This will be the case for the next ten days."
This is what Xuanyuan told Chen Yan before he left.
Yes, there is no technical explanation, just let him play in the air.
Chen Yan no longer knew how many knives he had wielded. His wrist has begun to swell. In order to prevent himself from getting too bored, the angle of his chops, the movements of drawing the knife, and even the movements of holding the knife are all different.
Xuanyuan left in a hurry, as if some guests were coming. Mr. Yue, who was supposed to color Chen Yan's tattoo, didn't come either.
Swing the knife, chop, sheath the knife.
Chen Yan felt a bit like the Condor Hero in a certain novel. The straight knife in his hand was obviously a high-tech product, but he was competing with the black iron epee sword. One knife, and another knife, across a long distance. Add to that the difficulty of drawing the sword, and everything seems so clumsy.
Chen Yan felt like a fool.
However, the strange thing is that he kept swinging the knife from morning to afternoon, but he never lost his power completely.
After being forced to commit suicide countless times during the training of the Assassin's League, Chen Yan's recovery ability is ridiculously strong. It is estimated that it is unlikely that Chen Yan will be able to wield the sword completely.
With difficulty he retracted the knife and looked at his swollen wrist. Chen Yan pursed his lips and decided to take a break. He still understood the principle that haste makes waste, and he still had some experiments to do.
Xuanyuan's previous joke had a high success rate in Chen Yan's vision. If the Assassin's League's gunfighting technique is a primary application of telekinesis, then if the telekinesis is strong enough, there will be no problem with the bullets turning and the knife flying out.
Of course, if he could really achieve that level, then Chen Yan would really be invincible.
Everything can be a bullet, even the enemy's bullet will still go back where it came from!
Picking up a stone from the ground, what Chen Yan has to do now is to throw the stone in his hand, and then use telekinesis to change the parabola of the stone until the stone completely stops in the air.
However, gun fighting is not a complete telekinesis after all, and it is difficult for Chen Yan to imagine the number of exercises required.
"Sister Ka, is there any way to strengthen existing skills through practice?"
Chen Yan thought for a while and asked in his mind. However, Cassandra did not respond to him. Perhaps, she was still sleeping?
Chen Yan sighed. Since getting the Apple of Eden, Sister Ka has fallen asleep more and more often. If the system space could not be used independently at any time, Chen Yan would have doubted whether there was something wrong with his golden finger.
After a while, Sister Ka's voice slowly sounded.
"Your idea is feasible, but if you train independently, it is not as easy as you think."
"You only have 200 ultimate points now...don't you know how powerful that telekinesis thing is? The advanced skills of gun fighting require at least 5000 points to unlock, not to mention the full version of telekinesis, light If you can master it by yourself, then you have to practice it for years and years, right?"
"But, I need to become stronger quickly..." Chen Yan said helplessly, and then told the whole story about meeting his future self in the dark room.
Cassandra's voice became a little solemn: "Time and space closed loop..."
"My future self says that even if I become invincible sooner or later, my growth rate will still not be able to keep up with the speed of accidents." Chen Yan frowned and said, "It's not necessarily that Letty is unconscious and lying on the hospital bed now. If I wake up, I don’t even dare to think about who will be next.”
"The people around me have helped me so much, but I can't do anything..."
"I must improve my strength as soon as possible!"