Cold, extreme cold.

The cold wind in the middle of the night was unpredictable, and it became even more cold under the quarrel between Alan and Johnson.

The silent silence is like a glacier in the extreme north, with sharp edges and corners, and it contains a chill enough to penetrate the bones of the bone.

Allen and Johnson faced each other, one low and the other high.

But the things in the eyes are so consistent.

Unbridled killing intent, clear killing intent.

The blood revealed from the depths of the eyes, even if Leonard and Tropp are just watching, they can still feel clearly.

Phew!

As the depressive atmosphere between the two aggravated, the wind suddenly blew between the two.

The momentum intersects, like thunder and tremors, with a dull and powerful impact.

"However, it turned out to be Roy's kind. It's strong enough."

Johnson looked at Alan, the smile on his face becoming more dangerous, his words cold.

"There is something more exciting, do you want to see it?"

Allen raised his head and replied unwillingly.

"Your courage caught my attention, but I believe that it must be a stupid decision."

Johnson was noncommittal about Allen's reply, his eyes revealed obvious jokes and brutality.

"This is a good argument. Maybe, after the battle between my father and you, he should have made such a conclusion."

Regarding the other party's provocation, Allen didn't have any annoyed expressions, but just replied faintly.

However, such an attitude is more able to deal a heavy blow to Johnson than the unbridled disbursement momentum, showing his powerful posture.

Because the incident that year has always been the pain in his heart.

On weekdays, even if someone accidentally said that he would not hesitate to wear shoes for the other party, let alone the practice of Alan's face-to-face heart-strike.

"If your purpose is to provoke me, I can tell you very clearly that you did it, kid."

"I will crush your bones to shreds and let you know what kind of mistakes you have committed."

With that, Johnson turned and walked outside the door.

The low roar like thunder became more distinct in the howling cold wind.

"I let everyone know that Shulias is just a loser at my feet."

Hearing the challenge from the other party, Allen chuckled lightly, and then followed without hesitation, with a steady, strong footstep.

Leonard was extremely contemptuous of Johnson's behavior of bullying the other's children when he couldn't beat the other's parents, and a contemptuous smile evoked at the corner of his mouth.

However, he was still very confident in Allen, looking expectantly to greet Tropp to follow, without the slightest worry.

The four of them shuttled in the deep dark night, and because they were all powerful silver ranks, they moved forward extremely fast.

But within a few minutes, they almost passed through most of the headquarters of the executive department of the imperial capital to the second half of the area occupied by the headquarters.

"Here?"

Looking at the series of arenas in front of him, Leonard couldn't help but put a look of surprise on his face.

"This is the arena of the headquarters of the executive department, and is a place for executive commissioners to discuss and exchange ideas."

"You should understand that you can never make a master behind closed doors, and actual combat is always the best way to thoroughly absorb what you have learned and turn it into heritage."

"Only in this way can they gain valuable experience."

Tropp looked at Alan and Johnson and explained to Leonard without squinting.

"Are there any rules and regulations here?"

Leonard asked curiously.

"No, basically everyone can use it."

"The two parties who are challenging must reach an agreement and cannot carry out illegal measures such as coercion and coercion."

For this answer, Leonard nodded in satisfaction.

After all, they are not some illegal organization, reasonable and legal, they should be the bottom line that the system should maintain.

Allen and Johnson naturally did not know their exchanges.

The two of them walked into the ring in silence, one after the other, the largest and strongest one.

"Although the ring here can be used at will, it also has corresponding unspoken rules."

"Generally speaking, the black iron rank is one grade, and the silver rank is another grade."

"And the arena where Allen and Johnson are in is the only one that can carry the battle of the Silver Tier."

Seeing this scene, it is probably to let Leonard understand more clearly, so Tlop took the initiative to incarnate and explain the details.

Hearing this, Leonard couldn't help but pay attention to this arena that claims to be able to carry the battle of the Silver Tier.

You know, the ordinary Silver Tier is already a city-breaking power to destroy the city, and a good player like Johnson is even more destructive to the environment.

Not to mention the existence of such an extraordinary level as Allen.

If the quality of the ring is not good, it will really happen.

Therefore, Leonard is very curious about what is so wonderful about this ring.

However, it's a pity that he hasn't researched too much, but found that the materials of this ring are exceptionally good, and it is enough to withstand the battle impact of the Silver Tier. After the ring, the ring has changed.

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After stepping onto the ring, Johnson looked at Alan and said with a smile, "If you regret now, there is still a way to survive."

"As long as you choose to shout, the Shulias family members are soft, I can let you go."

"Otherwise, your fate will not necessarily be much better than your old father who already didn't know where he died."

Allen didn't care about this kind of obvious agitation, and the lack of sincerity to persuade him to surrender.

His complexion was still calm, like an ancient well without the slightest movement, unable to turn the slightest waves.

"The question of whether the Shulias family is a softer or not has been determined since you were defeated by my father."

"I believe that the reputation created by a strong silver rank is not that unreliable."

Allen watched Johnson, whose face was gradually flushing with his words, and the blue veins on his neck were violent, and he calmly continued.

"However, I am curious about one thing."

"From your tone of voice, I can clearly know that what you want to do to me is not as simple as giving me a slap in the face, but really wanting to be ruthless."

"So, please tell me what gives you such courage. Let you dare to be so unscrupulous after a man who has already made great contributions to the empire."

With that said, Allen slowly took out a fine iron long knife from the space magic tool, and asked curiously.

His movements are not hurried or slow, with a calm and unhurried demeanor.

It was as if he was not going to fight with a long-cherished enemy in the ring, it was just as simple as coming out late at night for a supper.

Looking at Ellen's appearance, Johnson, who had been complaining about the name of Shulias for a long time, had a flushed face.

The scorching breath erupted from his nose and turned into a white mist under the cold night, adding vitality to the silent black surrounding him.

"Want to know?"

Johnson was panting, as if suppressing something. While taking out his own ID from the Space Magic Tool and placing it on the sensor on the edge of the ring, he said with a weird smile.

"Of course."

Upon seeing this, Allen also took out his ID and placed it on the sensor next to him.

Hum!

The trembling buzzing sound like a buzzing suddenly came here.

The ring that was originally as deep as if it had been integrated into the night suddenly changed, and the complicated magical energy circuit instantly began to recharge, lighting up the darkness of the night.

The next moment, just as all the magic circuits on the ring were lit up, the bright streamers suddenly rose and flew to the sky.

These streamers are colorful, but they have a harmonious and unified beauty.

When they rose to a certain height, they began to respond as if they had received some instructions, flashing and changing light.

Then, the beams of light criss-cross each other, connecting all the rays of light fixed in the air.

Boom!

Accompanied by a dull sound, the light suddenly spread, turning into a seemingly weak but extremely tough light curtain, covering the entire arena into a huge six-legged light cage.

"You will know if you win against me."

Until then, Johnson's whispered growl full of murderous intent and murderous intent did it reach Allen's ears.

At the same moment, at the moment when the six-legged bare cage ring was built, the battle officially began.

Boom!

Accompanied by an explosive roar, Johnson has disappeared in place.

In place, only a white sonic boom cloud remained.

This six-legged cage-style ring is not small. It can even be said that it is not only the best material and the most carefully arranged, but also the largest area.

It covers an area of ​​about 70,000 square meters, if it is the largest diagonal, it is more than 400, which is nearly 500 meters.

But the problem is that this kind of distance, if it is for ordinary people, is naturally enough.

Even for the Black Iron Steps, there is a battlefield with plenty of room to move around.

But for the Silver Tier, this is really a bit narrow.

After all, as long as a silver rank fighter gets rid of the title of cute new, he can touch the field of sound speed.

Even if the mages are not physically strong and can't directly achieve the achievement of breaking the sound barrier with the physical body, their [Flash] is not inferior at all, and even more superior than the "stupid way" of the silver rank fighters.

What's more, for the powerhouses like Allen and Johnson.

To be honest, at 500 meters, they may consider slowing down just after they have finished speeding up.

Therefore, although this ring can be said to be a qualified ring, it is only a ring, not a real battlefield.

For those who need to rely on mobility to complete the killing and strategic goals of the profession, it is somewhat unfriendly.

However, fortunately, Allen is not a small part of this extremely pity.

Boom!

Listening to the violent roar in the ear, "looking at" Johnson, who started [charge] in the most standard posture.

Allen's heart lake can't be turbulent, but Allen's heart is like the sky shining brightly, reflecting the entire ring in the heart lake.

The sound of wind, crackling, sound barrier, the hoarse ripped apart by the wind, the slight buzzing of the ring under violent trampling...

All of this was unreservedly intercepted by Allen, insight, and various other information to form a vivid and timely 3D picture.

Under the ring, Tropp watched this scene nervously.

"Why is Ellen standing there stupidly? He won't be unresponsive, right?"

Although the ring was shrouded by a very defensive light curtain, it turned into a six-legged light cage.

But this does not affect the people under the ring to watch, let alone these two people are still silver ranks.

Even if it's just a black iron step, you can also enjoy the fun of watching the battle.

In addition to the main functions of protection and defense, these light curtains also have the functions of recording battles, replaying and slowing down.

However, for both Leonard and Tropp, they just need to watch the most direct live broadcast, which is enough, without so many bells and whistles.

"Don't worry, Allen will teach that arrogant guy a memorable lesson."

"Just like the last Shulias."

At the beginning, Leonard comforted Tropp with a strong confidence in Allen. But when he got to the back, his tone became more and more vague, as if he was thinking of something.

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The battle is still going on.

Above the ring, a looming vacuum channel was opened up in an instant, and he rushed towards Allen in a daze.

Approaching, approaching constantly.

Charge, charge continuously.

There is no hesitation, no hesitation, there is only determination, and only determination.

There is no need for any hesitation.

Johnson is well aware of his strengths and his weaknesses.

He knew very well that after World War I, the backlash he received not only made him hopeless, but also greatly affected his fighting style.

You know, although he didn't say that he was from the sensitive war faction at the beginning, he was definitely not such a reckless way of playing.

But there is no way, the shape of his body has to make a change.

It is precisely because of this that his current fighting style is basically the same as that of the reckless warriors and berserkers among the warriors.

Even if it weren't for this kind of longing in his heart, it wouldn't be impossible for him to directly change his job to become a berserker.

After all, they are all fighters, and it is not a big problem to complete the training of another professional system with the vindictiveness.

However, although there is no complete transformation, Johnson's transformation is obvious.

He clearly knew that he was no longer suitable for that kind of fighting style.

Therefore, I chose to maximize my advantages.

Even if he looked down on Alan, the years of caution and the deep impression left by the last man with the surname of Shulias made him choose to go all out.

After all, he could not afford another failure.

Qiang Zi suppressed all the distracting thoughts, and Johnson began to charge without distraction.

The footsteps are powerful and majestic, as if they can sprint to the other side of the galaxy.