No wonder Philsa's movements were so fast that they were almost invisible, comparable to the speed of light.

The body is fighting;

His own will was already outside the war;

Felsa's will, manifesting as an outsider's perspective, can see through the details of the entire battle and use this to drive the body to make the fastest movements and the best offensive strategies.

"No, no... At that time, although I could see everything clearly, I was so excited that I wanted to destroy everything I could see, until I saw the teacher's five extreme ice swords and began to feel tired."

After listening, Mr. St. Fess gave a long "hmm," his face solemn, and judged: "That is indeed a sign of 'opening your eyes.' You are different from ordinary martial artists; you cannot rely on sight to fight, but can only judge the enemy's movements based on 'magic perception.'"

Thus, you hone this ability through countless battles, from unfamiliarity to proficiency, then to perfection, and finally surpass the limit, making it your eyes.

Fei, I understand. Your future magical skill training will focus on "opening your eyes".

Once successful, the magical touch you radiate in all directions will become your visual range. With the Extreme Ice Magic Runes, you can even reach a higher level!

This is a record that Mr. St. Fess happened to read in an old book in the past.

At that time, the gentleman was engrossed in practicing swordsmanship, yearning to break through his own limits. So when he read this, he hesitated for a long time, but ultimately gave up.

He was still unwilling to sacrifice his eyesight to hone his swordsmanship.

He wasn't afraid of hardship; it's just that at the time, the sword wasn't his only asset.

"The combination of opening your eyes and swordsmanship. A sword cannot be sharp at both ends; there will always be blind spots and dead angles. But after opening your eyes, you will no longer have blind spots or dead angles whether you are attacking or dodging. At that time, you will surpass yourself and become a king standing at the pinnacle of swordsmanship." Mr. Saint-Fees passed on his "long-cherished wish," which he could never achieve, to his student.

Jelu was also happy for him. Losing one's eyes in battle was an irreparable tragedy;

Now, however, this has given me an opportunity to further improve my swordsmanship, and it seems that it can also restore my eyesight.

"I hope so. I will follow your instructions." Philsa nodded deeply to her teacher.

Seeing that it was getting late and his task was complete, Mr. St. Fess decided it was time to leave.

Before leaving, he advised his students: "No one has ever successfully performed the forbidden resurrection spell. Even if you do succeed, the consequences are unpredictable."

Felsa thought of Yog again. It was probably an undeniable fact that his companion had taken the Wind Vortex Stone and disappeared without a trace.

However, he still believed in his companion; he knew his companion must have some reason for his predicament. "As long as I find the Wind Vortex Stone again, I'll definitely succeed!" Late at night, Yog Huckleberry arrived at the agreed-upon location.

Before us was a base, said to be the headquarters of the "Midnight Slayer" mercenary group, located outside the desolate mountains.

It resembled a fortress, built of wood as hard as rock, with brilliant lights shining through its windows.

He showed his guest badge to the guard at the door, and after receiving permission, he stepped through the base gate and then went straight to the lobby.

The "Midnight Slayer" had been waiting for a long time. Red Blade had prepared a grand feast for the guests and had already taken a few sips of wine himself.

Thin Blade stood silently to the side, uninterested in anything. Attending the banquet was merely a formality. The Midnight Slayer was missing one person.

The young guest finally appeared and entered the lobby. He removed his felt hat, his face expressionless, staring intently at the red blade. He remained unmoved by the lavish meal laid out before him, and did not proceed to his seat.

"I knew you'd come. This banquet has been waiting for you for a long time. And she's been waiting for you for a long time too."

Yug shifted his gaze to the thin blade.

That day, she brought him the news that "Liuli is still alive."

After some deliberation, he decided to go to the place where he had agreed to meet the Midnight Slayer to find out what was going on. He had already made all the necessary arrangements beforehand.

At this moment, he seemed to have no interest in joking, and simply said coldly, "I have no interest in sharing dinner with you. Enough with the small talk, let me see Liuli first!"