Chapter 43: Targeting (Thanks to the leader of Sister Xialin for the reward!)
——It takes about one-third of a second to activate the 'Precognition Vision', and the energy consumed is approximately equivalent to 'punching with all your strength'.
Even Ian, whose physical strength has improved now, cannot open and close it more than twenty times in a row.
It's not that he doesn't have the physical strength, but that his spirit can't bear the pressure of opening the precognitive vision.
Just like ordinary people, don't they have the physical strength to throw twenty punches in a row? They just don't master the method and use the wrong force. Naturally, their elbows and arms feel sore and uncomfortable after punching many times.
Ian believes that through extensive practice, he can gradually strengthen the speed and endurance of opening the precognitive horizon, and master a more scientific and reasonable method of opening it.
Maintaining precognitive vision also requires physical strength.
This consumption is not large. On the premise of eating a full meal, Ian can continue to turn it on for more than one minute before feeling tired, which is about the same as running quickly, and he can recover after a few minutes of relaxation.
In addition, Ian discovered that the scope of the precognitive horizon will continue to expand as it is opened.
The world fogged by the precognitive horizon is a circle with a diameter of about one hundred meters with Ian as the center.
Only within this scope can he detect 'crisis' and 'opportunity' immediately.
However, because Ian is still a human being after all, his field of vision is cone-shaped, so outside the field of view, experts like Hilliard can avoid foreseeing vision through blind spots without Ian paying attention.
Exploration.
As the precognitive horizon continues to open, the radius of this circle will expand at a speed of more than one meter per second, and the physical consumption of the precognitive horizon will also increase rapidly with the expansion.
When Ian continued to maintain the precognitive vision for one minute and the range of the precognitive circle reached a radius of 110 meters, he was completely unable to withstand the intense physical exertion.
Ian guessed that if he could control the scope of the precognitive circle, maintain it at a certain level, and prevent it from expanding at will, then he could make the precognitive vision last longer.
Even, in the future, the existence of the precognitive circle can be maintained around the clock!
As a result, no matter who wants to sneak attack on him, it will be extremely difficult.
Although it is not currently possible, Ian believes that precognitive vision is controllable and only requires long-term practice.
This was also recorded in the "preparation notebook" in his mind as a daily training item from now on.
"There are many items that require training."
Ian continued to exercise until noon. Feeling tired, Ian boiled a pot of hot water and prepared to cook some wheat porridge.
When lighting the fire, he concluded: "Psychic energy and body complement each other, and neither can be delayed - according to this training volume, I have to eat at least two people's food to ensure growth and not wear out the body."
Based on what Hilliard said and his own observations, Ian noticed that the physical limits of the Terran people were extremely exaggerated.
Even ordinary people who have not embarked on the road to sublimation, if they continue to exercise and hone their bodies to the limit, can wrestle with an adult bull with bare hands, and even win.
This bull is not a cow on Earth. The Terra Bull is a behemoth with an average weight of more than two tons, and its body is covered with cartilage plates. It is a real biological tank!
The beef cattle are okay, but the riding bulls are even stronger than similar bulls. If they go crazy, they can easily knock down a small bungalow.
Even knights take it as an honor to be able to tame a riding bull, and "bull rider" is the nickname of a well-known strongman.
However, rather than becoming a person who can wrestle with bulls, Knight Ian is more interested in what the physical structure of Terra's bulls are and why they can grow so big.
But unfortunately, just like Earth, cattle on Terra are also the main force in farming and the source of various strategic materials.
An ox can cultivate a hundred times more land than an ordinary farmer, and its tendons can be used to make large bows. Leather and bone plates are also natural sources of armor materials.
Not to mention the price, the price of a well-developed adult bull is a terrifying two hundred and fifty thalers. It is even more expensive in Harrison Port, which is equivalent to a farmer working without food or water for decades.
Therefore, the plan of dissecting the bull could only be put aside regrettably by Ian.
"Huh?"
Even when he was thinking while cooking porridge, Ian still did not forget to open his precognitive vision from time to time and exercise his psychic abilities.
If someone is in the house, they can see that the white-haired boy's eyes light up with a circle of crystal blue light from time to time, and then quickly dissipate, flickering like fireflies.
But during an unintentional glance, Ian suddenly realized that something was wrong.
Raising his head, he looked out the window.
There seems to be something fishy there.
"That is……"
Ian, who was squatting in front of the stove, stood up. His expression was solemn, and the fluorescence in his eyes lit up, locking on the suspicious target behind the wall and outside the cabin: "Is someone watching me?"
In the precognitive vision, a circle of pale white mist in the shape of a human was walking on the street.
This incident was unremarkable. Unlike the place where Ian originally lived, the new house that Elder Puder chose for Ian and Hilliard was located in a seaside neighborhood, where there was much more traffic during the day.
But this fog has walked back and forth on the street three or four times for more than ten minutes. No matter how you think about it, it is very suspicious.
"Who is it? Why? It can't be a native, right? How can it be so arrogant?"
The boy thought for a few seconds, then leaned close to the window and calmly peered out of the window through the gap.
I saw a man passing by outside the street. He crossed the street, turned around the corner of the street on the other side, walked out ten seconds later, and passed by the door again. He pretended to be just passing by, but in fact he secretly looked at the doors and windows of the house.
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Ian looked closely and found that the other person was an acquaintance.
"Brin, the herb collector who wants to steal my sleeping powder?"
Raising his eyebrows, Ian thought of the play he and his teacher performed in front of everyone the night before.
At the fire scene, a neighbor noticed that the bag in his hand contained a lot of valuable sleeping powder, so he wanted to take it by force, but was stopped and reprimanded by Elder Puder, who had no choice but to leave in despair.
The person lingering outside the window was none other than the herb collector named Brin.
At this moment, he pretended to be passing by, but from time to time he observed and looked at the situation of Ian's house. His eyes were always observing the windows and doorways, and he was still mumbling something unknown.
"Looks like he's been targeted."
Shaking his head slightly, Ian understood.
After all, among other things, the medical clinic in Harrison Port has been purchasing this natural medicine that can be used as a painless anesthetic at a high price. The escort team also needs this kind of material that can capture high-value prey without harm, even monsters.
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The sword has no eyes, so there is no way to kill the monster without keeping its body intact.
Whether it is arrow holes, knife marks or traps, the monster's high-quality fur, flesh and bones must be damaged and cannot be sold at the highest price.
But if there is sleeping powder and can be captured alive, then it is naturally a different story, and the intact fur and internal organs are also a different price.
Fur materials and various strange sublimated plant processed products are the core of the trade between the imperial immigrants and the redwood natives. As long as they are available, there is no need to worry about not being able to sell them.
"It's such a poor step. How could someone do this in broad daylight? Doesn't he have a job?"
"Or, it's not that he was spying on sleeping powder. He had an ulterior motive..."
After muttering in a low voice and seeing the crowds of people around him, Ian simply opened the window.
He took a deep breath, and then shouted loudly to the man who was still 'passing' outside the window: "Brin, why do you always hang out in front of my house?"