The unique Revenge Shadow Rider, in his special way, offered encouragement to the boy. This signature might not be perfect, but it would become a lifelong bond for the boy and a precious treasure left by the Shadow Rider to the world. It's as if he's silently proclaiming, believe in yourself; everyone can become a Revenge Shadow Rider.

Indeed, what could inspire a person's fighting spirit more than self-confidence? Brimming with joy and tears of emotion, Kate soon logged off. However, after logging off, he briefly became a minor celebrity, drawing the world's attention. Probably the first one besides his opponents to have such close contact with Revenge Shadow Rider, right?

As soon as the news broke, countless media and even unscrupulous merchants wanted to purchase the virtual writing pad for a hefty sum. After all, the merchants could turn this virtual pad into a real object through special means. But Kate refused them all decisively, considering it a desecration of the Shadow Rider's intentions. It was his unique bond with the Revenge Shadow Rider, a treasure he intended to guard for life.

When Feng Yi logged off, Mengdie's gaze fell into a brief hesitation…

Indeed, in the eyes of a thousand people, there are a thousand versions of Revenge Shadow Rider. Seen as an invincible warrior by the world, a frontline general by the soldiers, and a hero of the nation by the people, you often only sense his uniqueness from the inside out once you really interact with him.

Shrewd, glib-tongued, and profound, brave and valiant, unyielding in the face of adversity, but which one is the real him? As a federation general, he should be fighting selflessly on the frontlines, infiltrating behind enemy lines, yet Feng Yi never mentioned the strangeness of his body nor took any action for revenge against the Jade Clear Sect. He did not lack the ability; he just understood that everything stemmed from his unintentional error. How broad must his heart be then?

Even in the face of life and death, even with the potential failure against Desert Storm, he simply looked at it calmly, utterly ignoring his deteriorating body…

Yes, he certainly ignored many things. At first, Revenge Shadow Rider was fierce—now, only Shadow Rider remains, the vengeful shadow gone. That level of personal attainment, his unique quality, is like the distinctive elegance of an eagle soaring through the skies.

At the same time, he also forgot many personal emotions, forgetting the past, not minding the gains and losses—indifference is true affection, unintentionality is true intention. This transcendent and carefree nature is his true self, an untainted aura emanating from his soul field that makes people want to draw close, to listen to the stories hidden behind his indifferent facade.

As montage after montage flickered through her thoughts... even Mengdie's usually crystal-clear and glassy eyes flashed an unusual brilliance.

Now, a new image of Revenge Shadow Rider is gradually entering the public eye. It could be said that the image of the past Revenge Shadow Rider was built upon victory after victory; although positive, it was pale and abstract. But with this battle, people deepened their understanding of Revenge Shadow Rider, and the world gained a fresh perspective on him.

He is not without emotions; merely, the usually reticent Revenge Shadow Rider often proves himself with actions rather than words, creating value, and always fighting for those who cannot fight.

However, Feng Yi's own condition was not good. In his conversation with Kate, he almost forced himself to keep going before hurriedly logging off. If possible, he certainly would not mind offering more encouragement to the younger generation.

But what can he do now? Travel the world or perhaps see the people he used to know, that would be nice.

The next day, as the morning sunlight gradually illuminated Mardis, Feng Yi knocked on Hugo's door early in the morning, commanding: Return to Maraca Freedom Port, requirements: no noise within the shuttle but drinking is allowed, and time: execute at eight in the morning.

Hearing this, Hugo leapt up excitedly, almost hitting his head on the ceiling, "Legion commander, I'll prepare right now."

Feng Yi smiled bitterly. He had just received a Heavenly Communication from Blade Warrior. The clone body had been ready some days ago, but it was only after last night's uproarious battle with Desert Storm that Blade Warrior remembered to send the message.

A few days later, the two arrived at Maraca Freedom Port. With weary steps filled with dust and resolve, they finally made it to the Combat Power Tester company.

Yita did not make it difficult for them, respectfully letting them into the room.

The body transplant was a very complex and tedious process. The configuration of the drugs and the checking of the vital signs were key. Therefore, Blade Warrior first told Hugo to rest in his room, to be in the best possible physical condition.

Only after Hugo left did Blade Warrior cast a lingering, odd look at Feng Yi, mixed with an indescribable sense of loss, "How have you been lately? I heard that you're not going to live much longer."

"Maybe," Feng Yi replied. "Did Roland tell you?" Blade Warrior had entrusted Roland with delivering medicine to him, which was labeled as a youth-preserving potion. This inevitably made Feng Yi think of Roland, "Who exactly is she?"

"Someone who does not belong to this era."

"Not of this era..." Feng Yi mused over this phrase, lost in a brief contemplation.

"Hmm, rather than that, I think your fading vitality can hardly be sustained much longer, have you considered any plans for the future?"

"Future plans?"

"Yes, like cryogenically storing your body, waiting for a technological breakthrough in the next spring, or undergoing a brain transplant to replace all your organs, or like Yita, attaching to machinery. These three methods are the only ways for you to stay alive."

Feng Yi, with his hands tucked into his shoulders, listened with evident interest.

"Hey, what are you laughing at? And nodding, are you even listening seriously?"

"Hehe, of course, the ideas aren't bad, but would I still be myself then?"

The Blade Warrior sighed deeply, "I knew it would be an answer like this. Don't you fear death at all?"

"I do," Feng Yi replied without hesitation.

"If you fear death, then why—"

"Although I say I'm afraid, in reality, I'm not. I don't seek death, but I don't flee from fate either, to put it all in one sentence."

In that instant, or perhaps as his life drew progressively closer to its end, the depths of Feng Yi's eyes seemed to pierce faintly through a corner of the distant unknown as he said, "Actually, I'm also tired."

"Those words don't seem like something you would say. Isn't the pursuit of battle always the desire of the Revenge Shadow Rider?"

Upon hearing this, Feng Yi chuckled, "Hehe, the current situation no longer allows me to engage in intense combat, and at times like this, I increasingly appreciate the peacefulness of the years, cherish the present, enjoy life, comprehend everything on this long journey. When I reach the end and look back at the deeply memorable moments of a lifetime, that's also a great joy. Why chase after life itself, then?"

The Blade Warrior hung his head, hesitating for a while before turning and walking away, "Leave then, I don't want to see you anymore."

"Heh, not even a goodbye?"

The slender figure paused ever so slightly, but just for an instant. She didn't have the courage to say goodbye, to never see each other again.

Watching the retreating figure of the Blade Warrior growing distant, Feng Yi shrugged helplessly. How similar was this to that past scene? Back when he parted ways with Huang Zhennan, he too could not leave behind more words, holding back a thousand words in his heart.

Without hesitation, Feng Yi stepped onto the interstellar flight once more and, after several days, he returned to the place they had agreed on—the City in the Sky.

To be exact, it was the Martyrs' Cemetery in the southern part of the City in the Sky, where Feng Yi's steps passed through rows of gravestones, eventually coming to a halt in front of the one marked with Huang Zhennan's inscription, standing there for a long while...

From sunrise, through midday, and into the sunset twilight, it was as if he were recalling memories related to the frontline battlefield. Vignettes of thoughts flitted through his mind, yet his spear-like physique remained motionless, as though he was silently paying homage to something.

Yes. he had fulfilled his promise to him, and also completed his duty as a soldier. Feng Yi finally bent down, placed the IS-7 with utmost care in front of the gravestone, then took out a flask. He poured half of the strong liquor onto the ground, drank down the other half in one go, and then turned around, striding away without looking back, disappearing into the vast night...

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