Chapter 1781: Ability chain
Aslan's vacant gaze stared at the simulated sky in the space, feeling that her life had plunged into darkness from this mont on.
Since childhood, she had never suffered such treatnt!
Humiliation!
After intense hatred ca a numb resignation to fate.
Aslan believed soone must be observing her current situation - even if no one was monitoring internally, Color Man was definitely watching.
Though the garbage trial was cruel, it still had to be controlled. All factions in Dark Strip City desperately needed fresh blood, especially the Star Eye Race. They couldn't let all new garbage die during the trial.
Monitoring was essential - Aslan had been assigned such tasks several tis before.
Yet now, no one ca to eliminate this garbage, no one ca to rescue her.
She knew why.
There were only two reasons: First, soone wanted her dead! Or at least hoped she'd be taught a lesson and humiliated. Second, this garbage's displayed strength had gained recognition - Color Man, the head of this special training camp, or those above him, saw so hope in this garbage.
As long as this garbage didn't kill her, no one would intervene.
If she weren't... perhaps no one would appear no matter what this garbage did to her.
"What did you say earlier? Say it again slowly, more clearly, without accent."
Before Aslan could speak, Color Man and those before the light screen were collectively speechless.
Darkstripe language was just the common language here, not anyone's mother tongue - it was uniformly taught and learned. What accent could there be? Did he think it was like his ho planet, where people across a river couldn't understand each other?
Moreover, Star Eye Race was famously known for excellent vocal conditions - how could there be accents?!
Aslan was so angry that blood seeped from her mouth.
Ye Zhongming shook his head and moved that bottle under Aslan's nose again, letting her inhale.
While using it, he muttered: "Birdn really can't take a hit..."
Aslan nearly died from anger upon hearing this.
You garbage! Like a monster, who could withstand you! Even if we can't, can't you complain in your mother tongue instead of Darkstripe language!
Also, your Darkstripe language has the accent! Your whole family has accents!
"I said, I'm your special training instructor..." Aslan repeated her words from before the second beating, enduring sha as intense as the sun's heat.
Ye Zhongming rubbed his chin and looked at the sky, feeling he might have done sothing wrong...
"What can you teach ?"
But this sense of regret lasted only a second before being replaced by curiosity.
After the second treatnt, Aslan improved sowhat. That substance was Ayr gas, a sacred healing dicine secretly made by the Ayr clan. Though her broken bones couldn't heal imdiately, they were rapidly recovering, and her shaken internal organs were already completely restored.
"The abilities I used when attacking you earlier - you can choose one."
Really? Ye Zhongming's eyes lit up.
Though Aslan wasn't his match, this birdman's abilities were all excellent. Whether it was the auto-tracking ability, the exploding poisonous smoke clone, or even poisoning water, all were extrely useful combat skills. Learning just one would greatly enhance his strength.
"Can you teach
all of them?"
Ye Zhongming's attitude improved considerably, making Aslan utterly disdainful internally. Though she didn't show it, since this garbage had a record, and getting beaten again would make her die of sha.
"It's not what you imagine." Aslan's expression turned serious.
No matter how this garbage treated her, this now involved her professional duty - even more seriously, it concerned the survival situation of the entire Star Eye Race.
Even though she didn't believe this garbage could change anything, the values instilled since childhood made Aslan set aside their grudge and patiently explain to Ye Zhongming.
"Abilities aren't about quantity, because these aren't the direct-input type skills from your ho planet."
Ye Zhongming also beca serious, listening carefully to every word.
"On your ho planet, abilities were instilled by the wheel - seems magical, right? Just tear skill scrolls without needing to learn anything." Aslan sneered - Ye Zhongming could tell this wasn't directed at him, but at the wheel.
"But here it's different. The abilities from your ho planet will disappear for various reasons. Though not all will be lost, the majority will vanish. How much remains and what remains depends on your talent, your understanding of the abilities, and many factors."
"Also, you might retain a bit of abilities, but equipnt - none can be brought out."
Hearing this, Ye Zhongming realized - no wonder all equipnt was gone, it simply couldn't be brought out from Earth. He also beca more confused about the relationship between the wheel and the cosmic races, feeling deeper awe toward these mysteries.
"Right, bloodlines won't disappear - they remain." At this point, Aslan looked at Ye Zhongming, finally feeling genuine caution toward this garbage.
She was certain this garbage hadn't used his bloodline during their fight!
If he had, the gap between them would've...
"Now you're in the universe - not your ho planet's outer space, but the real cosmos. You've lost most abilities and need to relearn to resist... the Slave Race."
Seeing Ye Zhongming about to speak, Aslan interrupted: "Let
finish. Others will answer your questions about mission targets."
"Learning here ans truly studying and mastering. It can't be achieved overnight. You need to morize, then comprehend, then apply, until finally mastering it or making it instinctive. So yes, this requires significant ti and effort. Wanting to learn all desired abilities is impossible."
Ye Zhongming understood Aslan's point - this was normal. On Earth, instantly mastering skills through the wheel was what was abnormal.
"And our rule is you can only learn one skill from each special training instructor. It's not that we're reluctant to teach, but we hope you can use limited energy to quickly and effectively form your own ability chain... an ability chain that matches your combat style and habits."
Ye Zhongming nodded - he understood this too. Biting off more than one can chew; learning many unsuitable abilities is worse than mastering a few suitable ones. In any battle, only a limited number of abilities are actually useful.
"Alright, tell
which ability you want to learn. Or you can describe your combat style and habits, and I'll give my suggestions."
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