The cold ice is quietly coming.

Fighting, always inadvertently fighting, caught off guard.

The bear jumped up, landed on the ground, and pulled away, and the ground in the distance was covered with a thick layer of ice, and the cold air was bitter.

The icy world is playing out again.

The pheasant looked at the bear with a smile, and he was lazy, and spoke: "I haven't seen you for a long time, I want to try to see if your strength has grown." ”

The strength of the other party, how much stronger it becomes, needs to be tested.

"What do you think?"

"I don't know if the strength will satisfy me."

Ice, sudden attack.

The pheasant's attack is extremely simple and brutal.

"Freezing Hour."

Approaching the bear, like a gust of wind, the ice was instantly enveloped.

Seemingly attacking, he crossed the bear's body and stood behind him, crouching to his feet and moving his hat.

The body is half snow-white, and the cold body slowly emits cold air.

The pheasant, who didn't know the cold, turned around and looked at the bear with a smile.

"How's my move?"

"Not bad."

The bear's blood churned, the heat dispelled the cold, and the ice cracked and fell to the ground.

His lips were pale, his body trembled, and the cold dispelled, but the cold remained.

"Then you can eat me too."

A palm blasted out, and the pressure cannon bombarded, quickly, and disappeared in an instant.

"Bang."

The body blasted out a hole, a palm-like hole, and you could see the blue sky behind it.

Slowly repaired, healed, the pheasant looked at the bear with a blank face, as if to say that this is the only way?

"Finger gun."

Fingers appear in front of the pheasant's eyes, abrupt fingers, abrupt figures.

The pheasant couldn't react, resisted the next move, shook its body and retreated, staggering its body, and kept swaying.

Steady, he stared at the bear, the pressure cannon was a disguise, in order to confuse him, the finger gun was the big killer.

Covered with an armed and domineering finger gun, it cannot be dodged by elementalization.

"Good strategy."

"You're not bad either."

Don't suffer a loss, of course, the earned bear is proud, and it is a glorious thing to be able to win with the pheasant.

"Ice Blade."

The hand is elongated, the cold ice is condensed into substance, and the long knife is cast by the ice.

"This knife, return yours."

Ice cuts, sharp as a knife's edge.

"Click."

Stagnant, the bear palms blocking his ice blades, gloves not knowing when to take them off.

The Bible is held in the hand, one hand, one leg raised, and the attack is simple and direct.

"Bang bang."

Although the attack of the two is not fatal, eating one move is enough for you to feel uncomfortable for half a day.

Their tricks are extremely simple, moving their hands and feet, the power is concentrated at a certain point, and it explodes in an instant, and the power generated constantly impacts the body.

Flesh, viscera, and even nerves were shaken.

They looked at each other and smiled.

"Yes, you've improved a lot over the years, and I'm surprised."

When the pheasant said this, he was calculating in his heart how to hit the bear, and he couldn't keep suffering.

Show the enemy weakness, and then give him eternal memory.

Xiong would not be tricked, and generously admitted: "You are not bad." ”

"I can't imagine that Tyrant Bear would praise other people, it's amazing, it's amazing."

As if discovering a new continent, the pheasant's expression changed, and his eyes widened as he looked at the bear.

The bear doesn't eat this trick, praises me, I accept, but I don't swell.

"This trick won't work for me, Pheasant, you can be a little more violent."

Little trick, fighting until now, it doesn't hurt, it's not interesting.

The pheasant has this idea, and it is always not a matter to make a small fuss.

"I'm coming."

"Freezing Hour."

The same trick is colder and more brutal than just now.

If you are fooled by what he just did, you are probably a frozen block of ice by now.

"It's so dangerous, I almost got hit."

Dodge in time, Xiong dodges left and right, but he will not be stupid to believe that he has no conspiracy, and he must be careful in every move.

"Almost got your way, pheasant."

The man who was pranked by himself back then is now so violent.

"Hmph, that move just now is just a prelude, and there are stronger ones behind."

"Ice Age."

The body jumped, and the cold ice, poured out of his hands, splashing on the ground.

The ground is frozen, with a thick layer of ice, creating a world of ice.

The ocean turned into ice, and people could stand on it, spreading outward for tens of meters, and it continued to spread.

Powerful ice, everywhere it passed, was white cold.

"Whew."

Cold, extremely cold.

The pheasant actually used his big move here, didn't he know that this was the city, and once it moved, the whole city would die under his move.

"Don't think about escaping my ice age."

Frozen legs, instantly climbed up the body, a little bit frozen, and became a statue.

"You've lost, Bartholomi."

"Click."

The ice shattered, and the bear came out of the ice and looked at the pheasant with a smile.

As soon as the words fell, the person came out, isn't this slapping the pheasant in the face?

"Hmph."

"Frozen."

You broke free, and I continued to freeze, not believing that you could have such good physical strength.

"Click."

Ice, statues.

"Click."

Shattered, pieces of shards falling from his body.

Statue, destroyed.

Freeze, lifted.

"If you want to escape, freeze."

The pheasant kept urging his ability to freeze our Bartholomi bear, once it didn't work, twice, if it didn't work, three times, there was always one time.

The two fought to the end, and no one was convinced.

"Again."

"Am I afraid of you?"

The cold is cold, the body is frozen in ice, the mind is there, the eyes are wide and you can see outside.

Break through the ice, breathe fresh air in your body, and the next moment, freeze up.

The two had so much fun that they completely forgot what they were for.

Half an hour later.

The two were tired and could not continue to fight.

The pheasant sat on the ground, panting for breath, and the ice around him gradually melted.

The bear crouched beside him, not daring to fully trust this person, and in the event of an accident, he could leave immediately.

"You're so scared of me?"

"No, I believe you, but I don't trust anyone else."

The pheasant shook his head and smiled bitterly, lazy, and said to himself: "A person's life is very good, right?" ”

A person can go wherever he wants.

You don't have to worry about too many things and you don't have to do tasks.

Live life to the fullest and be worthy of yourself.

"Lonely, lonely, empty, cold, a person's life is not as beautiful as you imagined, how many people can bear all this?"

Single, free, comes at a price.

"Really?" The pheasant smiled faintly: "Freedom is immeasurable. ”

"You want to live alone?"

Alone, independent, lone ranger.

There are strange existences, few people are willing to go to sea alone, it is too lonely.

A ship, a person, imagining that kind of life, is not lived by people at all.

(End of chapter)