"Come on! Use all your abilities! ”

In the center of the sun flower field, Feng saw Youxiang facing Yakumo and the crowd of onlookers eating melons, and hooked his fingers.

In the words of Kazami Yuka, Yakumo's physical strength has infinite potential, and it is even possible to surpass herself, Kazami Yuka, the lord of flowers in the four seasons!

But Yakumo has no way to exert his physical power at all!

"Our first goal is to empower you to do your best."

However, it was useless, Yakumo knew in his heart that he was just an ordinary human, and the bloodline of the candle dragon was also imposed on him by the system, and he didn't think that a few days of training could make him stronger.

Turning around and glancing at the people beside him, almost every face had an interested look, even the always calm Shenqi and the dragon god.

You all want to see me laugh, don't you?

Yakumo took a deep breath, and the silver light covered the sunflower field.

"Oh? Got faster? ”

Under this light, Kazami Yuka felt that Yakumo's speed had increased significantly.

"Dragon's Claw!"

The huge pale silver dragon claws pointed straight at Kazami Yuka, as if they were going to hold her tightly in their hands in the next second.

Kazami Yuka's complexion remained unchanged, even though it was a skill used by Yakumo, but, in her eyes, there was no threat at all.

Kazami Yuka didn't even make any moves to dodge in advance.

Because, this kind of unskilled attack has no effect except for wasting physical strength, unless it is a weak chicken who can't see your attack, or a beast who only knows how to fight hard.

Raising his feet, Kazami Yuka instantly felt that his body was stagnant, and while his mind was giving orders, the movements that his body performed that should have been easy were slightly slower than usual.

Bang!

The moment the collision sounded, Yakumo felt that something was wrong, and even though it had been a day, he still remembered the soft touch when his fist hit Kazami Yuka.

And now, his fist was shaken by the force of the backlash.

"Oops!"

Yakumo's heart jumped, and sure enough, in the next second, a huge fist smashed into his back.

"Woo~"

Yakumo let out a mournful roar, living in peacetime, even if he fights on weekdays, he deliberately keeps his hands.

The pain from behind instantly spread through his brain, and he could even hear the snapping of his own bones.

"Turn your hair silver!" Kazami Yuka tilted her head, a happy smile on the corner of her mouth. "Otherwise, you won't be able to resist."

Even if she doesn't think of fighting as much as the other side, she feels very comfortable feeling the skin-to-skin contact when her fist hits Yakumo.

However, compared to the silver-haired half-dragon Yakumo who was beaten by the main body yesterday, he still feels a little worse in a human state today.

"Didn't you teach me to fight?"

Yakumo reacted, "Why are you hitting me?!" ”

"If you don't learn to be beaten, how can you beat the enemy?" Kazami Yuka felt no guilt, and waved her fist to knock Yakumo Ha who was lying on the ground into the air again.

"So! Beaten, but also training! ”

"Little brother is quite durable, right?"

Yakumo Zi secretly glanced at the dragon god Long Tsundere, hey, abuse in front of your parents, how big is your heart, hey?!

"What's wrong?" Long Tsundere put the melon seeds in his hand on the plate and spit out a melon seed shell.

"I'm not such a glass-hearted person, Xiaoyun is still too naïve, it's okay to let Youxiang knock and knock."

"The wind is fragrant!"

But Suwako and the two little Lori couldn't help it.

"Magic Cannon!"

Yakumo, who had stood up, raised his hand, and with a fluctuation of space, a tattered parasol appeared in his hand.

As the magic passed, a huge magic cannon surged out like an invading torrent.

For the young man's surging shelling, Kazami Yuka just casually raised the parasol in his hand.

"Are you all there are to move?"

The relaxed and comfortable voice of the wind saw Yuxiang, and in the face of this magic cannon, it was even more annoying to her than the insects in the flower field.

The silver magic cannon slammed into the parasol of the wind and the fragrance, spreading the light in all directions.

Faced with the scene of the magic cannon being shattered, Yakumo was not only not surprised, but showed a faint smile.

"Got beaten stupid?"

Kazami Yuka raised her eyebrows and shook off the energy left on the umbrella.

"Behind!"

Yakumo said softly.

The scattered streamers suddenly converged, turning into thousands of meteors like flying knives, which appeared behind Kazami Yuka.

"Kazami Yuka can't even feel the power of Yakumo?" Kanako Yasaka, the only one who had never seen Yakumo, put down the teacup in surprise.

She knows the strength of Kazami Yuka, so it's Yakumo's problem.

"It's impossible to feel." Shenqi explained, "Because, the time around Kazami Yuka has been stopped!" ”

"When?" Yasaka Kanako suddenly said, "It's really an enviable ability." ”

Phantom Killer in the Foggy Night!

The skill that Yakumo learned from the maid's flying knife can be regarded as the first serious attack skill.

Dragon's claws, dragon's breath, and the like are not so much skills as the instinctive attacks of the dragon species, just like the fists and spits of humans.

Although the analogy is a bit disgusting...

Countless light knives turned into thousands of sharp blades, and under the cover of the power of time, they hit Yuka's back.

However, even if the skill attack sent out by Yakumo Hao, who is only level 34, hits, it is just an itch for Kazami Yuka, who is up to level 79.

However, like a wisp of gunpowder that ignites a gas canister, it is as if it were cut off out of thin air.

The smiling face also changed slightly.

"Originally, I wanted to take advantage of the body to vent my desire to fight, and come out to have a good time!"

The long-haired version of the wind saw Yuka and glanced at Yakumo with some resentment, but in an instant, his face became normal again.

"However, thanks to you, otherwise I don't know when I would have been able to come out once."

Yakumo hesitated slightly, but still pressed the intention of continuing the attack.

"You are?"

"Me?" The long-haired Yuxiang smiled at the corner of her mouth, "I, probably the wind in my dream!" ”

"In a dream?" Yakumo repeated one side, and the things in the dream can still be revealed?

His eyes glanced uncontrollably at Yakumo Murasaki.

If there is anything that Gensokyo can't understand, probably, it's Yakumo Purple who did it.

The power of the realm?

"Although the power of the realm can indeed manifest the things in the dream in a realistic way," Kazami Yuka said with a smile, "However, to say that I am manifested, Yakumo Murasaki is still a little unqualified!" ”

Yakumo raised her eyebrows, not refuting Kazami's words.

In just a few words, Kazami Yuxiang's green silk has turned into short hair.

If the long-haired version of Yuxiang is closer to a confused royal sister, then the short-haired Yuxiang is a strong tyrant who exudes momentum all over his body.