Boom! Boom! Boom!

On the training field, the size of a basketball court, two figures were striking each other back and forth, making violent collision sounds from time to time. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Compared with other deserted training grounds, the stands of this training ground are already densely packed with spectators, and some people even stand directly in the aisle.

"Hah! Miss Angelil is amazing! Unexpectedly, the opponent was powerless! A servant standing in the aisle exclaimed.

And as soon as he finished speaking, almost all the people around him looked at him with strange eyes like fools.

"What's wrong? Do I have something on my face? The servant hurriedly wiped his face.

"Go back to your work, this is the place where you can come as a servant, and besides, you can't understand it." The warrior on the side shook his head.

"I can't read it! Besides, is it wrong for me to cheer for Miss? "The servant is not angry.

"Hah!" An irrepressible chuckle came from the crowd, "Hey man, can't you really tell who's in the end?" ”

"Isn't it Miss?" The servant asked suspiciously.

"Brother, Miss is wearing an A-class mechanical combat suit! And do you see if his opponent is wearing any mechanical suits? ”

The servant couldn't help but be stunned, only to realize this, but all his previous attention was focused on Angelil's body.

"His opponent is not powerless to fight back, but he doesn't fight back at all, he has always dodged Miss Block's attack, and every time he can take it unscathed!"

"Hey, don't talk nonsense with him, you can't hear what they're talking about, don't forget why we're sitting here and watching!" Another fighter hurriedly stopped the speaker.

And the person who spoke did not speak anymore, but stared intently at the two people in the room.

"Not enough." Van bounced off the back of his hand with Angelil's attack.

"The knee bend angle is too low!" Van casually pressed Angelil's knee down.

"Faster." Van frowned, and easily sideways to avoid Angelil's elbow.

"No more fighting! I'm exhausted! Angelil sat down directly on the ground after speaking, without a little of the eldest lady's reserve, sweat soaked her whole body, and under the outline of a simple tight-fitting sportswear, her wonderful body was even hotter.

This was the tenth day of her training with Fan alone, and Angelil had to admit that Fan's fighting skills and instincts had indeed shocked her, even if she did her best to bring out the Yama Ji martial arts to the extreme, she couldn't do much substantial damage to Fan.

And this is just the training situation of the first three days, in the process of the subsequent battle, Fan, who is familiar with her fighting style, has never been hit by her again, so Angelil, who was originally meant to wear an A-class mechanical combat suit and try to teach Fan, became the one who was taught.

In the process, in order to increase the difficulty of the battle, Van actually began to try to improve her combat flaws. Angelil was a little resistant at first, but as time went on, she gradually discovered that all the defects discovered by Fan were indeed an important part of her strength.

At the same time, the family warriors who heard the news came to observe and learn, so that the current situation of the audience was extremely crowded.

"You wait here for a while, and I'll go get you something." Angelil winked playfully at Fan, the more she came into contact with Fan, the more she was attracted to what Fan inadvertently emitted, she didn't know what attracted her, but at least she didn't reject this feeling.

Van nodded slightly, and walked back to the edge of the training ground, slowly replenishing his water.

Angelil sped up her leap, and with the blessing of the mechanical battle suit, she flew directly over the audience, landed at the gate, and then quickly disappeared from everyone's view.

Looking at Angelil's quickly departing back, Fan's expressionless face had a slightly complicated look.

Although Van never thought about the reason, the help from Angelil was indeed real, although part of it was for her family, but this could never deny Angelil's own help, so he didn't mind a little bit of guidance on her fighting skills, which was a way for him to repay the favor.

And Fan gradually found that the longer he left the Angel of Death, the more new things he came into contact with, the more difficult it was for him to maintain a state of complete rationality, and the more he disliked the feeling of owing others, which can also be explained by his somewhat deformed "human nature", which seemed to be slowly growing and changing.

Just as Van was in his thoughts, an extremely discordant tone suddenly reached his ears.

"It's really shameless, isn't it enough to occupy the largest training ground of the Byron family for so many days in a row? Do you know how much this costs? ”

The crowd in the audience quickly parted ways, and a team of Byron's descendants dressed in fancy clothes walked into the training ground.

Fanmian sucked up the water in the cup expressionlessly, and then stared coldly at this group of ghostly guys.

"The people of Yama are always so boring." Fan said lightly, I don't know if he said it to himself or to the other party.

"Ha, what a joke, that's a lot better than you as a brazen Angel of Death!" Mousca snorted.

"Looks like your arm is healed." Van narrowed his eyes.

Mousca instinctively shrunk his right arm, which he had almost dislocated last time by Van La.

"Don't be arrogant, it's not us who want to fight with you this time!" Mousca shouted loudly.

"I'm not interested in playing with you." Van said with some sarcasm.

"You!" Mousca was furious when he was insulted.

But a somewhat cold voice suddenly came out of them.

"Okay Mousca, stand down, we must treat any guest of the Byron family with full respect, it is a matter of family etiquette."

Byron's descendants immediately gave way to a path, and they were originally a little arrogant, but now they became extremely respectful.

So a figure with a wide gray cloak covering its whole body, and even its head never exposed, slowly walked out.

He first glanced fixedly at Fan, who was sitting on the sidelines, and then suddenly smiled.

He casually lifted his hood, revealing his delicate and somewhat resolute face, and gently stretched out his hand.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, guest from the Angel of Death, my name is Canaan, Canaan Byron."