"Ian! Ian! How are you?" Tom's face twisted into a ball, and his anxious expression moved the confused Ian very much. However, Agm's punch before leaving was really strong, making him hold his breath in his chest and unable to speak. He blinked his eyelids in a listless spirit, looked at Tom with a slight comfort before finally letting him breathe a sigh of relief.

Tom sat down dejectedly, looking at the fighter plane that had disappeared in the distance, and smiled bitterly, "So strong!"

They won and knocked Agm back! But looking back on the whole process, Tom found that he did not play any big role. His magic attack was not worth mentioning. Even if he used illusion to slap Agm behind his back, it did not cause much injury to the other party, and he almost even caught himself!

Look at Ian again. This weak man who once thought had absorbed most of Agm's attacks, like a flesh shield firmly blocking him, and the most critical damage was caused by him. The hidden physical fitness had already surprised him, and the crazy attack power made him even more unbelievable!

"You guy is hiding deep enough!" Tom hummed dissatisfied.

Ian coughed a few times when he heard this, and gave him a look in anger, finally calming his breath, "Why has Jamie never said that I am weak? Why has Panson never urged me to practice? Why has they never despised my strength when they advised me? Please! I am also a warrior of Asgard, and I can't always live by dodging! Just like your identity with Chris, although it was not stated explicitly, everyone can guess more or less. You have played with me so many times before and have been to my house, but none of you have discovered this secret, even if I have never deliberately hidden it."

Tom frowned awkwardly, "It's my fault to say that!"

"I can't say who I blame, I can only say that I feel heartbroken for your IQ!" As I said that, Ian lowered his head and sighed dejectedly, as if he had given up treatment for them.

Tom looked at him with a strange face, as if he was holding his trachea in his mouth, and he couldn't swallow it or vomit it. He was so happy that he would suffocate himself. However, Ian advised him with a serious look: "After all, your arrogance and self-righteousness are still the cause. As a native Asgardian, the contempt for humans on other planets, especially my identity as a time traveler, you have ignored many things. Your style is so ostentatious here, and you usually have a killer weapon. As for the others, you can show as much as you, Asgard. But you have forgotten that there are many worlds in the universe that are virtues of modesty. They will not show everything like you Asgard. The more trump cards you keep, the smoother your future will be!"

Tom looked at Ian in a daze. This kind of thought had a huge impact on him. "If you don't show it all, how can others respect you and how can you get what you want?"

Ian snorted disdainfully, "This is your problem. First of all, you must understand what you really want? Proper display is not impossible, but there is nothing in this world that should belong to. Begging for others to give is too passive after all! If you really want it, why not try your best to fight for it?"

Tom stared at Ian in a daze, and suddenly there was a gloomy face flashing through his face, then he said, as if he was talking to himself or asking: "But there are always some things in the world that are destined not to belong to you!"

"Is that so? Then if Heimdal and I were head-on, who do you think would win?" Ian asked leisurely.

Tom thought for a while and replied: "From the battle situation just now, it is obvious that you can fight with Agm for a moment and have reached nine times the quality of ordinary people. This is already at the same level as Heimdal and is even slightly stronger. However, Heimdal has divine support. Even if he has not made weapons, he will suffer a loss when the continuous supply of divine power fights a protracted battle."

"Will I give him a chance to fight a protracted war?" Ian asked meaningfully.

Tom was stunned and said in a dismay: "No, you have experienced life-and-death battles, but as far as I know, Heimdal has never experienced these. In other words, you are much stronger in combat experience, and you will use these advantages to defeat them in a short period of time!"

"So! Before today, almost all of you thought I was very weak. The first in the same period, the ninth-level combat power had nothing to do with me, and those glory was destined not to belong to me! But now do you dare to say that?" Ian raised his head proudly.

Tom was speechless for a moment, his lips opened lightly several times, and finally he snorted unwillingly: "It's all because you guy lurks too deeply!"

Ian curled his lips and said, "This is the fun. When people are scared by you, that funny expression always makes me feel extremely comfortable."

"Then the question is! If you don't become a warrior, how can you see everyone's surprised expression?"

Ian didn't expect that this guy would start to persuade him again after a change of tone, but this time he did not refuse, but smiled sternly, "This is a reason worth choosing the warrior's path! But should I give Chris some face and retain some strength? Being a person is too ostentatious and not good!"

Upon hearing this, Tom laughed and lay down on the ground, "It's up to you, anyway, all Chris has to do is change his partner!"

“…”

Perhaps the dullness after the war always makes people feel warm. The two of them drove the light boat slowly towards the passage. Tom frowned and looked at Ian who was constantly coughing up blood. "You need treatment, Agm's fist is not light!"

Ian shook his head, "Just go to Sona's place. If Odin knew about it, you can't hide your little secret."

Tom smiled bitterly and shook his head, "There is such a big deal, and there is no way to hide it. After all, the dark elves are planning a rebellion. If they don't tell the father about this, would they really wait for them to come?"

Ian coughed again, and his expression looked at Tom was a little funny, "Do you think Odin really doesn't know? The problem of the dark elves is inevitable! It is very easy to conquer a country, as long as you are stronger than it. But it is basically impossible to subdue a nation. Resisting foreign rule is the instinct of almost all living beings. Do you know which of the nine kingdoms has the most wars?"

Tom thought for a while and said, "Midgard!"

"Yes, it's Midgard. Although Asgard and Midgard are both human rulers, Midgard's people do not regard people of different skin and culture as similar people in their hearts. Just like we look at non-human aliens, they treat each other as aliens! Even if the physiological structures between them are almost the same." Ian smiled. Compared with Asgard, Midgard's human race does seem a little petty, but this should also be related to their vision.

Tom did not respond, and Ian continued: "Odin has never taken the dark elves seriously after the defeat. The only thing that made him afraid of was Malekis. But now that guy is huddling in the dark airspace to recover from his wounds. Where can he come out to stir up the wind and rain?"

Tom was silent for a while and said, "But wouldn't it save a lot of trouble if he eliminated those guys who were trying to rebel?"

Ian smiled again and said, "You are too naive. Since Agm can ambush us in the valley, the dark elves I saw must have known us. Do you think these people will stay where they are? I am afraid that when you lead the army, you will be unable to find anything!"

Tom never said anything anymore. Ian said everything he said was reasonable, and he could only say thank you. This secret of childhood has been preserved.

...

"Do you explain why it is so virtuous?" James looked at Ian with a scare face. In the afternoon, Tom sent back Ian who was injured and coughed up blood. Her face turned black throughout the process, and Tom was so scared that Tom ran away with his head. Sona naturally couldn't help but scold her. After everyone left, James began to question her.

"If you can be gentler, I will all be able to do it!" Ian curled his lips and turned his body directly, looking like I was about to sleep and ignore me even if the sky fell.

"You!" The angry James rolled up his sleeves and looked like he was about to be punished.

Pansen interrupted at this time, "Okay, you go and see Sona off and ask this kid for a leave at school."

James snorted coldly and glared at the two men, turned around and left angrily, while Panson's calm expression became serious in a blink of an eye, "Tell me, what's going on?"

"What's going on?" Ian turned around and pretended to be stupid.

Pansen rubbed his eyebrows and said disdainfully: "Train can deceive people, but the remaining dark elements in your body cannot deceive people, especially those elite warriors who have fought with dark elves!"

"How shameless are you? How can you call yourself an elite?" Ian laughed at Panson, then said seriously: "This guy Tom has found a way to leave Asgard without the Rainbow Bridge. Who knew he would actually reach Yalfheim!"

Panson was stunned, "Is it the dark elves left in Yalfheim that hurt you? Those stray dogs have this ability?"

"You are very confident in me. Unfortunately, it is Agm who fights me!" After saying that, Ian looked at Panson calmly, hoping that this man would not lose his mind by hatred. However, the other party's confused eyes made him feel a little painful.

"Who is Argham?"

“…”

The two looked at each other for a long time, and Panson seemed to have finally found the relevant record in the memory recycling bin, and suddenly said: "Are you talking about that Malekis's follower?"

Ian nodded, but Panson smiled and said, "This is a good thing. They are so active that one day in the future, I still have a chance to punch him again!"
Chapter completed!