Above The Sky

——It takes about one-third of a second to open the 'precognition horizon', and the physical strength consumed is about the same as 'all-out punch'.

Even Ian, who is now physically improved, can't turn it on and off more than 20 times in a row.

It's not that he doesn't have this physical strength, but that his mind can't bear the pressure of opening the vision of prediction.

Just like an ordinary person, don't you have the physical strength to throw twenty punches in a row? They just didn't master the method, the force was wrong, and their natural elbows and arms were sore and uncomfortable after many punches.

Ian believes that through a lot of practice, he can gradually strengthen the speed and endurance of opening the vision horizon, and master a more scientific and reasonable opening method.

Maintaining the vision of vision also requires physical effort.

This consumption is not large. On the premise of eating a full meal, Ian can continue to open for more than one minute before feeling tired, which is about the same as running fast, and can recover after a few minutes of relaxation.

In addition, Ian found that the range of the vision horizon will continue to expand as it is opened.

The world that was predicted to be fogged by the horizon was a circle about 100 meters in diameter centered on Ian.

Only within this range can he immediately perceive the 'crisis' and the 'opportunity'.

However, because Ian is still a human after all, and the field of vision is a cone, so outside the cone, experts like Hilliard can pass through the blind spot of vision without Ian noticing, evading the detection of the foreseeable horizon.

As the vision horizon continues to open, the radius of this circle will expand at a speed of more than one meter per second, and the physical strength consumption of the vision horizon will increase rapidly as it expands.

When Ian continued to maintain the vision horizon for one minute, and the range of the vision circle reached a radius of 110 meters, he was completely unable to bear the severe physical exertion.

Ian guessed that if he could control the scope of the precognition circle and maintain it to a certain extent, and not let it expand at will, then he could make the precognition horizon last longer.

Even, in the future, the existence of the Predictive Circle can be maintained around the clock!

In this way, no matter who it is, it will be extremely difficult to sneak attack on him.

While not currently feasible, Ian believes that the vision horizon is manageable and just requires long-term practice.

This was also recorded in the 'preparatory work notebook' in his mind as a daily training item from now on.

"There are many items that require training."

Exercising until noon, Ian, feeling tired, boils a pot of hot water and prepares to cook some porridge.

When igniting the fire, he concluded: "Psionic energy and body complement each other, and neither can be delayed. According to this training volume, I must eat at least two people's food to ensure growth and not waste my body."

According to Hilliard and his own observations, Ian noticed that the physical limits of the Terrans were exaggerated.

Even ordinary people who haven't set foot on the road to ascension, if they keep exercising and sharpen their bodies to the limit, they are enough to wrestle with an adult bull with bare hands, or even win.

This bull is not a cow on the earth. The Terra Bull is a behemoth with an average weight of more than two tons, and its body surface is covered with cartilage plates. It is a real biological tank!

It is good to say that the bulls used for riding are three points stronger than those of the same kind. It is very easy to go crazy and collapse a small bungalow.

Even knights take pride in being able to tame a bull for riding, and 'bull rider' is the name of a well-known warrior.

However, rather than being someone who can wrestle with a bull, Knight Ian is more interested in what the body structure of the bull in Terra Continent is and why it grows so big.

But unfortunately, like the earth, the cattle on the Terra continent are also the main force of farming and the source of various strategic materials.

An ox can cultivate a hundred times as much land as an ordinary farmer, and the tendons of an ox can be used to make a big bow. Leather and bone plates are also natural sources of armor materials.

Not to mention the price, the price of a well-developed adult bull was a horrific two hundred and fifty talers, and even more expensive in Port Harrison, where the top farmer worked for decades without food or drink.

Therefore, the plan to dissect the bull could only be regretted by Ian.

"what?"

Even though he was thinking while cooking porridge, Ian still did not forget to open his vision of precognition from time to time to practice psionics.

If someone is in the house, you can see that the white-haired boy's eyes light up a circle of crystal blue streamers from time to time, and then quickly dissipate, like a firefly flickering.

But in an unintentional glance, Ian suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Lifting his head, he looked out the window.

There seems to be something suspicious there.

"That is……"

Ian, who was squatting in front of the stove, stood up, his expression was solemn, the fluorescent light in his eyes lit up, and he locked onto the suspicious target outside the hut behind the wall: "Is someone watching me?"

In the vision horizon, a circle of human-shaped pale white fog was walking on the street.

This is unremarkable. Unlike the place where Ian originally lived, the new house that Elder Poud chose for Ian and Hilliard was located in the seaside neighborhood, and there was a lot more people during the day.

But this fog has walked back and forth on the street three or four times, and the total time is more than ten minutes. No matter how you think about it, it is very suspicious.

"Who? Why? It can't be aboriginal, right? How can it be so arrogant."

The boy thought for a few seconds, then leaned closer to the window, peering calmly through the gap.

I saw a man passing by outside the street. He crossed the street, turned into the corner of the street on the other side, walked out after ten seconds, and passed the door again. .

Ian looked closely, only to realize that the other party was an acquaintance.

"Brin, the herbalist who wants to rob me of sleeping powder?"

Raising his brows, Ian remembered the play he and his teacher played in front of everyone the night before.

At the fire scene, a neighbor noticed that the bag in his hand contained a lot of precious sleeping powder, so he wanted to snatch it, but was stopped and reprimanded by the elders of Pude, and he could only leave in despair.

It was the herbalist named Brin who was wandering outside the window.

He pretended to be passing by at the moment, but from time to time he looked at the situation of Ian's house, his eyes were always watching the windows and the door, and his mouth was still muttering, not knowing what he was muttering.

"Looks like he's being watched."

Shaking his head slightly, Ian understood.

After all, if nothing else, the hospital in Port Harrison has been buying this natural medicine that can be used as a painless anesthetic at a high price. The guards also need this kind of material that can capture high-value prey without injury, even monsters. .

Swords have no eyes, and there is no way to kill monsters to ensure their integrity.

Whether it is arrows, knife marks or traps, the high-quality fur, flesh and bones of monsters must be damaged and cannot be sold for the highest price.

But if there are sleeping powders that can be captured alive, then it is naturally another way of saying, and the intact fur and internal organs are also another price.

Fur materials, as well as various peculiar sublimated plant processed products, are the core of the trade between imperial immigrants and Sequoia natives.

"It's such a clumsy step. How could someone do this in broad daylight? Doesn't he have a job?"

"Or, it's not to peep at Mianfan, he has no other purpose..."

Tucao in a low voice, seeing the crowd of people around, Ian simply opened the window.

He took a deep breath, and then shouted to the man who was still 'passing' outside the window: "Brin, why are you hanging around my door all the time?"