There is a mountain not far from Z city.
On the mountain, there is a gym.
The gym is not dilapidated, and the scale is not small. There is even a special martial arts training ground, and the conditions are quite complete.
Generally speaking, such a gymnasium, even in the deep mountains, has sufficient conditions to attract others.
Not to mention, this place is not unknown, on the contrary it is extremely famous.
Flowing water rock broken fist.
S-level 3 silver fangs, Bangu's style of boxing.
This first-class school is extremely famous in the industry, and the former apprentices are enough to stand in the entire gymnasium. There are even many outstanding disciples who have taken this place as a starting point to go to the world and are known by the world.
However, to this day, in this large-scale and famous gymnasium, there are no disciples in sight.
At least, Fang Li didn't see half of the person along the way, and he didn't see a figure until after entering the gym.
However, the moment he saw this figure, Fang Li's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Ok?"
As if sensing someone approaching, the other person also turned around and looked at Fangli.
However, the moment he saw Fang Li, the other's eyes also changed.
A little aura suddenly appeared on the opponent's body.
Immediately, I questioned the convenience.
"... Why are you here?"
This sentence was said by the other party in an almost hostile tone.
Fang Li didn't feel strange at all.
Rather, it is a strange thing that the other party is not hostile to oneself.
Anyway, Fang Li almost killed the opponent.
So Fang Li smiled.
"I should have said this sentence, right?"
Fangli spoke like this.
"I didn't expect you to be alive, Sweetheart Masquerade."
That's right.
Sweetheart mask.
This paranoia who appeared as a stumbling block when Fang Li was promoted to S rank, now appeared in front of Fang Li.
Looking at the opposite man with an expression of disapproval and not surprised at his own existence, Sweetheart Mask looked at her closely, her fists clenched little by little.
At this moment, what appeared in Sweetheart Mask's mind was the scene of the original confrontation with Fang Li.
At that time, Sweetheart Mask had no idea that it would be like that.
How can I think of it
As one of the first A-level heroes, he blocks the delusions and dreams of all professional heroes who try to climb to the S-level throne. He has the strength comparable to that of the S-level heroes. It is an existence that almost all heroes look up to. Facing my own strength, I am very confident.
This is not blind.
In the heart of Sweetheart Masquerade, the hero is originally a powerful and gorgeous person who can eliminate all evil and execute justice accurately.
A hero who can't even eradicate evil is not a hero at all.
Therefore, the hero must be strong.
And Sweetie Mask believes that she is a hero.
Therefore, being strong is a matter of course.
Of course, Sweetie Mask never thought that he would be the strongest among the heroes.
Among the S-rank heroes, there are also several being regarded as unchallable by Sweetheart Mask.
However, Sweetie Mask never felt that she was not qualified to sit on an equal footing with them.
Such him, but not long ago, in the confrontation with the opponent that he did not recognize, he didn't even have time to react, or even realized that he didn't have time to detect, he was cut down.
Until now, Sweetie Mask couldn't understand how she was defeated at the time, and almost died.
No, it was not that he almost died, but that he was seriously injured.
If it weren’t for the very special physique of Sweetheart Mask, it has extraordinary regenerative ability, even if the arm is cut, it can be taken back by itself, and it will automatically regenerate in a very short time. If it recovers, then Sweetheart fake The noodles are already dead now.
Thinking of lying in the operating room, even breathing can only barely rely on extraordinary regenerative ability to maintain, can only let the rescuers of the Heroes Association perform operations on themselves, and only survived, the fist of Sweetheart Mask The tighter the grip.
As a result, there were blue veins bursting out on the arms, neck and even temples of Sweetheart Mask.
The slight aura that leaked from his body also became stronger and stronger.
Perceiving this, Fang Li's expression didn't move at all.
"What? Do you want to come to the second round?" Fang Li said calmly, "Then do it."
The nonchalant tone in his tone made the blue veins on the temples of Sweetheart Mask bulge high, his eyes became cold, and he spoke in a low voice.
"Are you underestimating me?"
In exchange for this sentence, Fang Li sighed.
"I'm understanding you."
Fang Li's tone began to take on irony.
"After all, if you don't make a move, then you won't have a chance to make a move later. Wasn't that the way it was last time?"
Such words directly turned into a sharp sword, piercing the heart of Sweetheart Mask.
Yes.
Wasn’t that the way it was last time
So, this time, is it possible to see the opponent's shot clearly
If he fights with the opponent again, will he not be cut in the middle again, and suffer serious injuries that cannot even be recovered by his regeneration ability
Thinking of this, Sweetheart Mask finally recovered a trace of calmness.
As a result of regaining calmness, a trace of fear began to emerge in his heart.
The experience of being cut in half last time is still a trauma in the heart of Sweetheart Mask.
If it's a normal fight that leads to the defeat, that's fine.
However, Sweetheart Masque received a fatal blow when she didn't even know what was going on, and even now she still hadn't figured it out.
How can this make people not scared
Fang Li shrugged as if he could see the hesitation of Sweetheart Mask.
"Why? Don't you do it?" Fang Li smiled suddenly, and said, "I will do it, then?"
After speaking, the white Ling knife suddenly appeared in Fang Li's hand.
Just like the last time, Sweetheart Mask didn't even notice how the weapon appeared.
"!"
Sweetheart's face changed, her pores were exploded, she put on a posture of confrontation, her eyes were fixed on Fangli's body.
As for the face, there was even a drop of sweat flowing down, making Sweetie Mask's breathing hurried.
Upon seeing this, Fang Li squinted his eyes, sneered, and put his hand on the hilt of Bo Xie's knife.
At this moment, the third party appeared.
"Young people, don't be so impulsive. Although this is a gym, it is a place to learn martial arts, not a place to fight each other."
Bangu didn't know when he appeared here, and while walking slowly, he closed his eyes and made a sound.
"For the sake of my old man, how about letting go of personal grievances for the time being?"