Feng Yi had a realization: if he wanted to improve his control over the River God's divinity, he had to find more honest people!
Even though Tartaglia had answered his questions honestly this time, Feng Yi couldn't be sure Tartaglia would perform as consistently next time!
Finding suitable candidates was a real hassle!
"Feng Yi, are you really giving me this silver notebook? This must be the result of alchemy!?"
Tartaglia observed the silver notebook in his hand repeatedly, feeling undeserving of such a gift.
"Just take it with peace of mind! It has a magical function!"
Feng Yi thought: If I didn't *have* to reward you, do you think I'd be willing to part with it!?
Although he felt a pang of reluctance, outwardly he maintained a generous demeanor.
"What magical function!?"
Tartaglia asked with great curiosity, as if he had received a new toy.
"Try writing your name in the silver notebook! The result will surprise you!"
Feng Yi smiled mysteriously. How could bland words compare to personal experience?
Feng Yi thought: Since a fight is unavoidable, it's perfectly fine to weaken your stats before we start, isn't it!?
Even though I'm tricking you into weakening yourself with your own abilities!
Tartaglia, full of anticipation, opened the silver notebook. He used his finger as a pen, and as he wrote, ink automatically appeared.
AJAX
Four elegant characters appeared in a few breaths.
At that moment, the silver light on the page of the silver notebook where the name was written flashed and then vanished.
The next second, Tartaglia suddenly felt a large amount of his strength being drawn away by some mysterious power.
Tartaglia felt as if his body had been hollowed out. His knees buckled, and he stumbled.
"Is this alchemy? It's truly magical!"
Despite being afflicted by the weakening curse, his eyes shone with extraordinary brilliance at this moment.
Feng Yi had unhesitatingly given him such a precious treasure. At this moment, he felt the other's sincerity!
Tartaglia thought: Since you've been sincere with me, I will never betray you! I, Ajax, have decided to be your friend!
"Didn't you want to spar? Then let's start now!"
Feng Yi thought: The curse only lasts for a minute, I have to hurry! Tartaglia, having been fooled once, won't be easily tricked again!
"Alright!"
Upon hearing about the spar, Tartaglia's blood boiled. Even this feeling of weakness couldn't suppress his passion.
Tartaglia casually wrote Feng Yi's name on the next page of the silver notebook.
Tartaglia thought: This way, it's fair!
I may be impulsive, but I'm not foolish!
Feng Yi:
Feeling the sensation of his body being hollowed out, he felt like his previous trickery had been in vain!
He was back to square one.
If they were to fight head-on, the other person wouldn't even need to hold back one hand to defeat him.
A direct confrontation wouldn't work; he needed to use his wits!
"Tartaglia, how about this for a spar: after I say go, I'll stand still, and you can attack me for five seconds. If I manage to retaliate, you win!"
Considering that his invincibility only lasted for a short ten seconds, Feng Yi chose a five-second limit for insurance.
Feng Yi thought: This isn't cowardice! It's strategy!
"This sounds interesting! Let's do as you say!"
Tartaglia smiled confidently. Let him attack for five seconds while standing still?
Five seconds was enough for him to unleash a full combo!
Even his teacher, Skirk, wouldn't dare to be so overconfident.
He wanted to see where Feng Yi's confidence came from.
Tartaglia watched as Feng Yi opened a golden notebook, wrote the characters "FENG YI" on it, and then proceeded to tear off the page and eat it.
"Tartaglia! Time starts now!"
"One!"
Tartaglia didn't have time to think deeply about the meaning behind Feng Yi's actions before he heard the signal to start the match.
The countdown had begun!
Tartaglia's eyes narrowed. He swept his right hand across his waist, and a bow appeared in his hand.
Drawing the bow and nocking an arrow, the entire sequence was completed in a mere second!
Torrent
What kind of deep-seated hatred or grudge could this be?
Did I just eat a few too many of your steamed buns, that you have to do this?
Feng Yi thought: Tartaglia, confess honestly, are you trying to use this opportunity to kill me?!