When Li Jiancheng came to Guan Shi's office, he was eating breakfast.

A bowl of gruel, a small plate of pickles, a hard-boiled egg. He eats very well, and Li Jiancheng sees it all fragrant.

He knew that although Guan Shi looked healthy, his stomach was not good. Eating porridge for breakfast, Chinese food, and dinner is also said to be the custom of the eastern country, which is good for the stomach.

When he saw him come in, he did not lift his head up, but continued to drink porridge.

There was a strong smell of grass and trees in the air, and Li Jiancheng was dressed as a gardener, his pants were covered with dirt, and a small grass stuck to it, as if it had taken root on it.

"I'll bring you some Southern specialties." Li Jiancheng took out a basket of fruits from behind him. He had just returned from a mission in the south, and he hadn't forgotten his little request.

There are a lot of fresh melons and fruits grown in the south of the Federation, and Guan even says every time that they must come from there to be delicious. Grown with scientific and technological means, it doesn't smell like that.

Perhaps, because his hometown is in the south.

"Something interesting seems to have happened at the academy." Li Jiancheng sat down, pointed his finger in the void, and called up the network interface. After a pause, he looked at Guan Shi: "You're not worried?" ”

Aren't you worried that the whole academy is coming against you?

Guan Shi shook his head lightly and continued to drink porridge and peel eggs. The hands that hold the stick all the year round are calloused and powerful, and the eggshell will turn into crumbs and fall just by touching it slightly, but the white inside is still intact.

"I'm curious, what did you wish for when you got the top spot?" Li Jiancheng leaned over, he asked this question more than once, and so did others. It's just that seeing the atmosphere in the academy now, he is more curious than before.

Guan Shi has been at the top of the list for 15 years, what is it for?

He didn't answer, after breakfast, he swept away the eggshells on the table, everything was as usual, as if he hadn't heard Li Jiancheng's question.

"Hmm~" Li Jiancheng looked very knowledgeable, dragged a long tail note, stood up with his knees, and left without saying anything.

He was the only one left in the office. He took the porridge bowl to the sink to rinse, and still tied his horse steps, his legs like old roots, without a trace of trembling.

How many years? Twenty years, thirty years? Exercise never counts, and these basic skills are repeated every day.

Be accustomed to something.

Fighting, it is nothing more than to hit someone, and not to be hit by others.

To put it more simply, to be faster and more powerful than others.

Su Qi went to an extreme, on the battlefield, he is not as good as Su Qi, on heads-up, Su Qi is not as good as him. And the rest of those people don't know what martial arts are, so they can't beat him.

Wu is his gift.

So when he saw that video, he smashed everything in the office.

It was from Sun's ruthless perspective that he saw the video of the man wearing the fox mask. He didn't find it, it was the man who gave it to him.

This is also the person Guan has been looking for.

In the slightest movement, he saw the traces of the gift. The other party obviously didn't dare to overdo it, but when the long stick was wielded, there were always a few places where it was so disobedient.

Guan knew him well, so he was sure that he had surgery.

There was a soft sound, and the porcelain bowl in Guan Shi's hand shattered in two. He watched as the water flowed out of the broken bowl, revealing his somewhat hideous face.

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In the afternoon, it was the fourth match.

Guan Shi put on a combat uniform and picked up the long stick that his "friends" kept helping him upgrade. It's always been very good, and it has been like this for more than ten years.

He looked at Zhang Lingqiu, who was standing opposite him, with a petite figure and a hesitant expression. If you compare it with Zhang Xiaoxiao 20 years ago, it is a little similar.

Once upon a time, that tigress was also so pure and lovely, ignorant of the world.

There are still five seconds left in the countdown, and Zhang Lingqiu has already begun to prepare in a hurry. Smashing Lu Yue's poison ball, inspecting Wang Qingye's cloak, throwing a short blade out of his wrist, and carrying a laser cannon taller than her behind his back. It looks like it's a funny battle with a load.

It made Guan want to laugh.

may have rehearsed many times, but at the last second, Zhang Lingqiu put on a fighting position.

But it's still full of flaws.

Guan Shi held the long stick in his hand, held his breath, and the whole person rushed forward like an arrow off the string, the tip of the stick pointed directly at Zhang Lingqiu's throat without any fancy, impartially, no matter how she moved, Guan even could quickly adjust the angle of attack.

But his first opponent was Wang Qingye.

In the black robe, dense silk threads were wrapped around the long stick like last time, making scratches one after another. After a slight pause, Zhang Lingqiu boldly approached, and the dagger in his hand stabbed at Guan Shi's wrist.

She doesn't guarantee that she can kill with one hit, and she doesn't care about such precise vision, but the dagger is poisonous, and her body is also poisonous, and if she can weaken a little, it will be a little.

After all, she didn't die as easily as she did a few days ago.

The mechanical exoskeleton given by Qin Chu'an barely improved her physical fitness to level five. Although it is still different from Guan Shi, it has the strength to fight.

Guan Shi threw the stick and threw it to the sky along with the silk thread on it, and then took out another thin stick from the stick, which was his strategy against Wang Qingye at that time.

Zhang Lingqiu seemed to have anticipated his attack, leaning down, his long stick slicing through his hair, grazing his scalp.

Even if there is an answer from Enron, it doesn't mean that she can escape safely.

But as long as you're not dead, there's a chance.

Guan Shi lowered his head, and the long stick crossed a strange arc, pointing at Zhang Lingqiu's death hole.

Every blow is a thunderbolt.

Before the sweat flowed down from his body, a jade pendant on Zhang Lingqiu's back neck began to glow.

Three thousand streamers, at that moment, the heavens and the earth were bright.

In the light of being unable to see, Guan Shi showed a wry smile and closed his eyes.

He couldn't see for a short time, but that didn't mean he couldn't hit people.

Feeling the surging airflow, Zhang Lingqiu's running body slowly showed shape in his mind. He raised his long stick and easily stopped her attack. As for her dagger along the stick to cut his hand, it was ultimately in vain.

These are all small skills of carving insects. The light robbed him of his vision, the poison hindered his breathing, and his telekinesis interfered with his movements.

But he is still the god of war who stands up to the sky.

The long stick was swung out, and an impermeable wall lay between the two men. Within the reach of the long stick, any attack is futile. The terrifying power wrapped in it is death when touched.

But before he could catch his breath, he suddenly realized that he was entangled in something.

It looked light, but when it got tangled, it became a tough web.

He looked down and saw vines.

Some of the dark vines with verdant leaves on them. In just a few seconds, they actually broke through the ground and silently wrapped around Guan Shi's body.

This simply defies the laws of physics.

So it's a gift.

Guan Shi knows very well that this gift comes from Li Jiancheng.

Just as he left his office in the morning, he was outside Zhang Lingqiu's dormitory in a blink of an eye. A few pitch-black seeds, which should have been mixed with his natural power.

Wang Qingye's silk thread is very easy to solve, and he can even work hard.

But these vines are different, and if they are working hard, they are fighting with the earth.

That's why he doesn't like Li Jiancheng's ability. To deal with him, a gun should be used.

It's a pity that it wasn't Li Jiancheng himself who came. These vines, without the support of subsequent energy, were quickly torn apart.

But it still stopped him for three seconds.

Within three seconds, Zhang Lingqiu took off the laser cannon behind him. The energy is full and ready to go.

With no matter how strong you are, you can dodge the bullets. On the one hand, the bullet is smaller, and on the other hand, he always pushes the trigger faster than the opponent.

But now, he couldn't see it, and he was stopped by Li Jiancheng's vines, and he was already slow.

Nothing is faster than light.

Guan was ready to lose an arm, but he was still wrong.

It was not Zhang Lingqiu who pulled the trigger, it was Mingyue Anran.

Where he was going to hide, she had already "seen" it.

A flash of light flashed, and the flesh and blood were burned out, and even half of his body disappeared in the intense laser. Only the blood drips slowly from the smooth, flat incision, and the blood vessels are also blocked because of the high temperature.

Did you win? Zhang Lingqiu put down the gun, and only this thought flashed in his mind.

Did you win?

What did Senior Sister Enron say? What's next to the laser cannon?

It seems that there is no more, she didn't say whether she would win or not, only that she would rely on herself.

After the laser is out, you have to rely on yourself?

Depend on...... Her thoughts were interrupted by a gust of wind. The muzzle of the gun was lowered, and what greeted him was a stick that was in charge.

The momentum is like a rainbow, and it is indomitable. At the moment when Zhang Lingqiu pressed the trigger, he had already thrown his weapon.

Guan Shi is not dead, his tattered body and consciousness can last for a few seconds, but if he is hit by a stick, Zhang Lingqiu will definitely die.

Wang Qingye's black robe can't help her, Lu Yue's poison and Chuanwu's light can't stop it, Li Jiancheng's seeds have run out, and she is still in a standard tactical shooting action, which is simply a live target.

On your own. Only then did Zhang Lingqiu understand the meaning of this sentence.

Her choices determine her own future.

At this point, Enron couldn't help her.

Through the stick, she met Guan Shi's eyes. Even though the blood was not stopping, one of his legs was still deep in the ground, and there was no pain in his eyes, as if it was not his own body that had been shattered.

He was holding on, watching the stick fall on Zhang Lingqiu's head, as indifferent as ever, as proud as ever.

He will never lose.

It made her a little annoying.

It may be because of the injection of Zhang Xiaoxiao's serum.

The flow of gifts, in fact, is the flow of energy. Command comes from the brain, the space around it, the medium that connects them, is the electrical signal.

And the spell that triggers this gift is to make others surrender to her faith.

Now, she is Zhang Xiaoxiao. The tiger of the four kings, the king of submission.

Even the iron rod of control will be broken in front of her faith.

A coercion comparable to Zhang Xiaoxiao's own fell from the sky, and just an inch in front of Zhang Lingqiu's forehead, the iron rod finally hung down. Yu Li pierced Zhang Lingqiu's lower abdomen and pinned her to the ground.

But that was enough, and he was hurt worse than her.

In ten seconds, his blood would run dry.

This list, which has not changed for fifteen years, is about to announce a change of ownership on this quiet day.

This is a position that has been held for fifteen years.

He is confident that he can repel all the incoming enemies, but that doesn't mean he can repel so many at the same time.

What Zhang Lingqiu is carrying is the expectations of everyone in the academy.

This time, it's no longer a gentleman's battle.

"You've won, little tiger." Guan's hoarse voice revealed a trace of appreciation and gentleness that was difficult to hide.