The Shield of Purity, the landscape lake of the inner courtyard.

The dawn sun shines on the lake, the gentle wind blows the blue water, and the sparkling gold spreads across the sky, and the golden forest and sea complement each other. Ivan piloted the plane over the immaculate lake, the wind blowing across the lake like a knife, leaving a trail of water that flew through the waves. The aircraft paused for a moment at the outpost on the outer floating islands, scanned its identity, and sprinted towards the MMA club.

After passing through the outer island chain and seeing the MMA club's iconic 'iron furnace', the aircraft slumped into the plaza and slammed into the square before touching the ground, landing safely on its berth.

Ivan jumped off the plane and stepped briskly into the tree-lined avenue leading to the club's main building, the sunlight filtered through the layers of leaves, leaking into a faint round gently swaying halo on him. The warm sunlight shuttles through the scent of the crevices, the breeze lingers on the leaves of the green belt, and the fragrance of plants and trees fills the boulevard in the early morning, filling the emptiness of the road.

The beautiful scenery on the empty road was enough to intoxicate people, but Ivan had no time to appreciate this mood at this time, and Domon's forced drag of him into the water was very disgusting, completely disrupting his rhythm.

"I treat you as a friend, but you help me to be the wrongdoer? Then don't blame me for reaching a consensus with the underworld forces!" In the process of walking towards the main building of the club, the more Ivan thought about it, the more annoyed he became, and he only hated himself for being afraid of his previous feelings, and did not directly block the other party.

His eyes fell on the staircase that stretched up in front of him, and he hurried up the stairs as he thought about Dormon's affairs. The figure quickly left the shroud of the early morning sun and blended into the cool shadows cast by the doorway of the hall.

"Great! you're here!" a young male voice sounded from above the steps, apparently unchanged.

“......”

Evan was interrupted by him, and looked up a little irritably, looking at the short figure standing in front of the turnstiles.

It was a young man of about fifteen years old, with a beautiful appearance, but a slight freckle on his face. With wild red broken hair, dark green pupils look bright, and a band-aid on the nose horizontally, giving people an energetic feeling. It's just that the dress code is a little different from that of the MMA club, where the standard attire is a red bandana, a black stretch vest and camouflage pants, while the other side is a big white with a red bandana, a white stretch vest and camouflage pants.

After a cursory glance at the other party, Evan only felt that this person was a little familiar and a little impressed, but he couldn't remember who he was - since he couldn't remember, it proved that the other party was an insignificant little character, just ignore it.

One by one, one by one

"This time I must take revenge!"

Pasha's eyes shone with a scorching brilliance, staring at the figure who had climbed the stairs, recalling the bitter battle a few months ago, and couldn't help but clench his fist wrapped in white bandages - it was this hateful fellow who not only humiliated his uniform and height in public, but also disgraced himself in front of Minister Pasha!

"You don't know how hard I've been training during this time, in order to beat you arrogant guy, I only rest for ten hours a day, and the rest of the time is all desperately honing my mental power!"

As he spoke, his expression became more and more painful, and he gradually showed an unbearable expression. Suddenly stretched out his index finger, pointed at Evan condescendingly, and announced loudly in a passionate tone:

"This time, I must defeat you and wash away the previous shame!"

And directly opposite his finger, after hearing the red-haired boy's generous declaration, Evan raised his head a little dazedly, and looked at the other person's figure, but there were a series of question marks in his mind—who is this thing?

Some of them are familiar, as if they have met once.

But judging by the clothes, it seems that he is not a member of the club.

Looks very stupid, and his presence is so low, so let's pretend that he doesn't exist.

Thinking of this, Evan took the other party as a ball of air, passed him without squinting, pushed open the revolving door and walked into the hall of the club.

"None, ignore!?"

After watching the other party ignore his declaration of revenge, and no one passed by him, Pasha stood in place with empty eyes, his index finger stiffly pointed to the stairs, and his mentality collapsed a little.

"How dare you ignore me!"

He subconsciously gritted his teeth, and his originally white face suddenly turned red like a drop of blood. My mind suddenly returned to the square a few months ago, and my mind was full of the scenes of ridicule after the other party defeated him.

"He's deliberately humiliating me! Make me feel like I'll always be that loser! Unforgivable!"

The more Pasha thought about it, the more angry he became, and his head was boiling like a boiling kettle with hot sweat from anger. Then, as if he had made up his mind, he turned around sharply and chased after Evan's figure.

One by one, one by one

There was no one in the club at this time because it was too early, and Ivan walked briskly through the indoor training ground full of training equipment and walked briskly to Kalenz's office. As soon as he stepped into the light equipment area, there was a loud shout from the red-haired boy from behind him:

"Wait a minute!"

"Stop!"

"That dark-haired guy, stop me!"

He turned around in confusion, looked at the red-haired boy who was running quickly, and asked impatiently:

"I'm very busy right now, if there's anything to do, can we talk about it later?"

"No way!"

Seeing that he didn't take himself seriously at all, Pasha was so angry that he almost exploded on the spot. Hunched over and lowered his legs, stomped his feet fiercely, pointed at the other party's nose and shouted angrily:

"You must duel me now!"

"Duel!?"

Hearing this, Evan looked him up and down, and after confirming that this guy was just a 'rookie' with second-level spiritual power, his eyes showed a little surprise: "You can't beat me, if you don't want to get hurt, you might as well go back and work hard for a few more years." ”

"You guy, you're so arrogant and disgusting!" Pasha gritted his teeth in anger.

"I remember!"

Seeing the other party's angry face, Evan suddenly felt very familiar, thought about it deeply, and finally recalled the battle a few months ago:

"You're the Pasha of the Nian Power Club!"

"You deliberately pretended not to know me...... Doing so will only make your defeat even worse!" The red-haired boy gasped in anger and stared at him with red eyes, like an enraged bull.

"It seems that you will not be convinced if you are not given an absolute defeat. ”

Evan sighed and shook his head, and a golden flame suddenly lit up in his pupils, and the next moment the blazing flame suddenly turned into countless fragments and exploded one after another. A spiritual shock that could be detected by the naked eye suddenly pierced through the air, piercing Pasha's brain through the air.

Buzz——!

The speed of spiritual power radiation was extremely fast, and the distance between the two was extremely close, leaving no time and space for the red-haired boy to dodge. This spiritual shock had pierced into Pasha's mind at the moment before he could react.

“......”

Pasha was stunned, and the moment his eyes met Evan's gaze, he vaguely felt that the eyes that stared at him did not belong to human beings at all, and even did not belong to any life. It is as sharp and majestic as a star, ruthless and unrepentant, and always moving, without any joy or sorrow.

"How so!?"

He subconsciously lowered his head, not daring to look directly into Evan's eyes, only feeling that there was an infinite disaster hidden in those strange pupils, and he would break through the shackles of the pupils at any time to destroy everything.

"No, no, no, no! This is a mental shock! He wants to defeat me from the realm of spiritual power!"

Pasha quickly calmed down, the pressure of the spiritual world had formed a chaotic world in front of him, and he looked up to find himself standing in a rapidly crumbling heaven and earth—floods, hurricanes, earthquakes, and torrential rains that had flooded the shattered earth in an instant, and the smell of destruction permeated everywhere, as if the entire planet was experiencing a mass extinction.

"Damn!

Pasha gritted his teeth and roared. He knew that this was an illusion, but in the face of this scene of the sky cracking, he still couldn't help but sweat rolling all over his body, the sense of reality was too strong, and even the wind pressure overwhelmed him.

"Even our minister doesn't have such a strong mental strength...... How could you...... How could you!"

The red-haired boy tried his best to open his eyes, trying to get a closer look at the enemy on the other side, but through the heavy fantasy of disaster, he only saw the pair of terrifying dark pupils. The moment Pasha saw those pupils, the other party spat out majestic words, enveloping him like an oracle:

"Go back and practice again. ”

Bang——!

The translucent ripples visible to the naked eye rippled in the air, like fierce ripples, and passed rapidly, directly wrapping Pasha's body like throwing a baseball, throwing him dozens of meters away.

"I said I had trained hard, but I didn't really make any progress at all. Ivan glanced at the red-haired boy lying motionless on the floor, shook his head in disappointment, turned and walked back to Karenz's office.

One by one, one by one

"Ahem, cough, cough, ......"

Pasha struggled to prop himself up, shook his head vigorously, and got up from the floor crookedly, his head bowed, his pupils flashing a blinding red in the shadow of his bangs.

Whoosh——!

He bit his lip, scarlet blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, and silently stretched out his left hand, holding his five fingers in front of him. A cold and gloomy white light suddenly gathered in his palm, and it swirled wildly and grew larger, and finally formed an ice pick in the shape of a knight's spear.

"I'm not going to lose...... Obviously, I have gone through such rigorous training, and I finally endured it today...... I'm not going to lose!"

The red-haired boy raised his head suddenly, and a translucent ripple like a splash erupted around his body, and his body was dragged by the telekinetic force and flew out, as if he were a weightless ghost, and pounced on Evan. The whole person's temperament changed suddenly, as if a heavy knight who was attacking head-on on the ancient battlefield, the silver-white knight's spear pierced the opponent's back, and a roar like venting came out of his mouth:

"Extreme Cold Killing Gun!"

“......”

A sharp glow flashed in Ivan's pupils, but it was fleeting.

At the moment when the other party broke through the air flow and touched himself, he suddenly took a wrong step, his waist shaft was half-rotated, and he wiped his clothes to avoid the straight stab of the ice pick. At the same time, the right arm bent backwards and struck an elbow right on Pasha's stunned face:

"When you enlarge your moves in the future, don't learn from others to shout!"