"Me! Xu Ershao from Water Moon City! It is a man who is destined to become a fighting god! ”

Saying this sentence that sounded extremely awesome to the group of teenagers in front of him very calmly, Xu Zhen's expression suddenly became extremely lonely after a while of distraction

didn't take into account the reaction of his strange self-introduction to everyone, his eyes had become a little wandering, thinking of that ordinary summer afternoon, the corners of his mouth actually showed an extremely bitter smile

"Ah Zhen, what is my Ah Zhen's ideal? I'm really curious."

A girl in a clean floral dress sat on a messy bed in a dilapidated rental house, gently shaking a pair of fair-skinned and beautiful little feet, looking at the shirtless man in front of the computer and whispering.

If I remember correctly, although the curtains were drawn, some bright sunlight finally fell on the girl's body through the cracks, making the girl's seemingly slightly sad face white and blurred

"Ideal? Why did you suddenly ask such a vulgar question to your brother? If you are full and not hungry, and playing games is my brother's most lofty ideal now! Strangling a burned-out cigarette butt in the ashtray, the man said contemptuously without looking back.

Hearing the man's words, the girl seemed to be a little helpless, she wanted to speak a few times and stopped, she bit her lip lightly, and finally said again: "Ah Zhen, I'm very serious"

"Huh? Earnest? Okay then" As if he finally felt a strange emotion behind him, the man stood up, skillfully lit a cigarette again, and then spit out an extremely perfect smoke ring, and said in a very serious-sounding tone: "I! Joe Amy's man! It is a man who is destined to win the first prize of the two-color ball once! ”

"It turns out that at that time, Xiaomi had already hinted that I had to work harder, but it was ridiculous that I was so unbearable back then"

"Legend has it that if you reach the God of Fighting in this world, you can step through the void and go, but even if you become a strong God of Fighting, you will definitely be able to go back to the past?"

"Can my Xiaomi see you again?"

Xu Zhen, who suddenly lowered his head, wiped his eye sockets with the corner of his sleeve, and then looked up at Teacher Asma, who looked puzzled, and said with a somewhat self-deprecating smile: "Although this Soya City is leaning against the forest, the wind and sand are still not small."

looked at the young man in brocade clothes who seemed to be a little strange in front of him with a strange look, and just as Asma was about to say something, a shrill ridicule burst of laughter suddenly sounded beside him.

"Hahahaha, I heard you right, right? God of Fighting? This kid is really funny! ”

"Boss! You heard it wrong! He was talking about dung just now! ”

"I heard that there was a guy in the second grade who was also ashamed to say that he wanted to become a Dou Emperor last year! Hahahaha, I almost didn't laugh to death at the time."

"There are brain dead people every year, especially this year"

More than a dozen teenagers dressed in Suoya Academy uniforms stood not far away with a young man in gorgeous clothes and sword eyebrows, pointing at Xu Zhenxiao's forward and backward folding, and several of them actually covered their stomachs with some exaggeration

A wind blew and blew a corner of their white uniforms, and there was a hidden golden glow shining underneath

Looking at the group of half-grown teenagers in front of him who were laughing at him, the corners of Xu Zhen's mouth actually put on a smile again, and he stood there quietly, silent, quiet and lonely.

"Be quiet! Lined up! Looking at the scattered team that seemed to be faintly divided into two factions in front of him, Asma couldn't help but shout angrily, and looking at the team that would soon be assembled again, he continued in an unprecedented loud voice: "Tell me again!" What are the six principles of a fighter! ”

"Humility! Honor! Sacrifice! Gallant! Commiseration! Fair! ”

"Fart!" For this answer that was exactly the same as just now, Asma jumped directly and scolded angrily.

"Laughing at other people's ideals without shame is called humility? Who taught you? You don't even have the most humility, what kind of bullshit fighters are you! ”

"Hey! Asma, be careful with your words. ”

Just when everyone was shocked by Asma's fierce scolding, an extremely contemptuous lazy voice suddenly sounded from the group of teenagers below.

It's the sword-eyed boy!

He was also the only teenager in the field other than Xu Zhen who was not wearing the uniform of Sawyer Academy!

And what is even more surprising is that on the left chest of this young man, there is a small copper-colored sword embroidered!

Fighter!

And

It's a fighter under the age of ten!

"Rock Lee Michelle!"

Asma, who didn't laugh angrily when she heard the words of the sword-eyed boy, said word by word a name that would be respected in the entire Heavenly Soul Kingdom.

A name with the noble surname of the Michelle family!

"Hey! Asma? Asma walked up to the sword-eyed boy, and with perfect muscle lines, he looked condescendingly at the sword-eyed boy who was faintly guarded under him, and said with a smile: "Didn't Master Brandon tell you that you can't call the teacher's name in school?" ”

"Humph!" Under the pressure brought by Asma's huge body, the sword-eyed young man took a step back slightly, as if he felt that this move was a little embarrassing, but he immediately tilted his head and snorted coldly.

Looking at the sword-eyed young man in front of him, Asma continued: "Huh? You seem to have forgotten the rule of reporting before you speak, right? ”

"You may not know that the Venerable Master Brandon, that is, your grandfather, has already entrusted you with full authority before you entered the school!" Asma lowered his head and whispered in the ear of the sword-eyed young man: "In other words, as long as you don't die, everything else has to be listened to, respected Young Master Lock-Lee-Michel!" ”

Hearing Asma mention his grandfather, a trace of fear flashed on the sword-eyed boy's face, but what no one noticed was that there seemed to be a hint of hatred hidden in the black eyes he looked at Asma

"So! Dear Young Master Li Luo, and you stinky boys! Until you can defeat me with your true powers, you'd better listen to me! ”

Somewhat helplessly leaving the stubborn sword-eyed young man, Asma looked at the group of teenagers in front of him, and said loudly and arrogantly.

"I'll guide you to the day when you can beat me!"

"I promise!"