In the face of Hain's confident smile, Aisha's previous composure was gone, and she had to re-examine the man standing in front of her, seemingly scruffy and without Lute. You must know that the punch she just now would not dare to take it head-on even if an ordinary Marsa-level apostle would not dare to catch it head-on. Aisha suddenly felt that this person's strength might be on par with Lance, the leader of the crows.

Aisha distanced herself from Hain again, and the two of them looked at each other, neither daring to make a rash move. Hain thought back to his master's teaching: 'Before understanding your opponent's abilities, the side that makes rash moves will often be at a disadvantage. This Aisha's strength is not ordinarily strong, if it is at such a speed, there is no way to hit me, but if it is combined with the technique just now to attack, it is difficult to say, you must be careful with her technique, the speed of the release of that technique is so fast that you don't even notice it. I still have to slowly test her ability and find a flaw to solve her with one blow. But the ability of that glove still makes me very concerned. Hain pondered. This is the fighting technique that Master Hain taught him. The so-called battle is that both sides fight for their lives to fight for a chance to survive, no one will joke with their lives, and use existing intelligence to analyze the situation on the battlefield, which is what Hayne is good at.

Aisha's fighting skills are a little rougher, and her only idea is that no matter what the opponent's ability is, she can only do her best to solve the opponent. She did the same in the past, and she never missed, because she was strong. Aisha didn't want to think about it.

She began to swing her heavy punches at Hain, straight punches, uppercuts, combinations, and Aisha's movements were fluid. Like a storm, it came towards Hain. But, as Hayne thought, her attacks were monotonous, and not very fast. Hain's easy dodge, his light steps darting across the bluestone pavement, graceful as a dancing butterfly, and Aisha's attacks missed. While dodging the attack, Hain's small black eyeballs kept turning, delicately observing Aisha's movements, he had already seen through Aisha's movements, but there was a detail that Hain had always cared about. Aisha always sneaked her left hand to touch the spider-like pattern on her right fist in between attacks, and then a trace of Lut was lost into the air. This spider-like pattern is probably the secret to her ability to quickly release the technique.

After dozens of rounds of fighting back and forth between the two sides, Aisha stopped the offensive, after all, the armor made of blue sea steel on the girl's body was still too heavy, she stood a few meters away from Hain a little panting, and then looked at the entire bluestone slab pavement, dozens of pounds of bluestone slabs had been shattered by Aisha's fist wind, broken like mud and sand, and the lawn on the side of the road was not spared, as if it had just been turned over with a plowstick. Aisha rested a little, and said with some annoyance in her heart: "You are the reincarnation of a monkey!"

The corners of Hain's mouth rose slightly, a little smug, and he moved his shoulders and neck, as if to tell his opponent that the previous attack would only warm him up. Hain has been in an idle position all these years, but fortunately he remembered his master's teachings, insisted on practicing every day, he exercised every day until late at night, and in the early hours of the morning, before dawn, he got up and began to meditate, and then carried a hundred pounds of weight for morning jogs, push-ups, frog jumps, sit-ups and so on. For more than ten years, no matter what the weather was, he came over like this.

"It's starting to wheez, it looks like you still need to exercise, but you're already doing a good job with girls. Hain said, but he didn't let his guard down, he kept watching Aisha's Lut flow, and kept his left hand on the unsheathed * at his waist, calculating the position of the technique she might have just performed. He knew very well in his heart that Aisha's offensive had only stopped temporarily, and it was impossible for a simple attack to make Aisha, known as the 'Seven Deadly Sins', breathe. It can only be said that her Lute has lost a lot, and most of her Lute is estimated to be used for the operation, and she stopped to explain that the operation has been completed.

Aisha doesn't like Hayne's stinky poverty, after all, the men who talk about it are not good men. She knew the time was ripe. She touched the spider pattern on her right hand again. This time Lute burst out. The violent storm of Lut suddenly rose, and countless bluestone slabs that had been crushed were blown up and blown in front of Hain. The big tree that Hain was enjoying the shade just now couldn't bear it anymore and was easily uprooted. Such a Luthhayne was also unexpected, and it had been a long time since he had seen such a strong Lut storm. But Hain still calmly observed. With his left hand, he thought to himself, "'Ino' is not yet time for you to unsheath." ”

In an instant without warning, dozens of circular purple spells appeared in the air and on the ground, and dozens of steel cables with purple thunder and lightning struck towards Haien.

The situation turned around in an instant, and Hain couldn't be more indifferent. He exploded ten times faster than before, and with such a speed that only the naked eye could faintly see his figure. Hain tried his best to dodge constantly, but these dozens of steel cables seemed to lock on to Hain, staggering and crisscrossing, chasing Hain incessantly. But such an attack did not seem to be about killing Hain, it seemed to have other purposes.

Hain continued to increase his speed, but even so, there were a few times when he couldn't dodge, and the chain almost hit Hain, only to pass it on his body, but Hain vaguely felt that the place where his body touched the chain was a little paralyzed, but now he couldn't think about it so much.

While Hain dodged, his right hand began to quickly gather the water-attribute Lute. In less than a second, the water-based Lute had already wrapped Hain's whole body. In the middle of a chain attack, Lute erupted from his body, and the chains were all shaken off, before the chains could organize another attack. Lute on Hain's body conjured up dozens of spears made of clear water in front of Hain. In the next second, the water guns flew towards Aisha's technique, and almost at the same time, Aisha's technique all came to naught. Immediately after that, the splashes of water all returned to Hayne's body, forming a barrier. Such Lute is far above Aisha.

Aisha was surprised, and at that moment, Lute's wave almost knocked her over. This Lute was already above herself, and she suddenly realized, and her heart was a little shaken. "It turns out that you have been hiding your Lute, who are you, it is certainly not as simple as a small prison warden. "Although hiding Lute is a common trick used by many masters. He can do it himself, but he can do it so much, and Lute, who was released just now, doesn't know if it's all of Hain, and he has to be afraid of his unfathomable opponent Aisha.

Hain smiled: "I'm just a little prison warden, why did the prison warden scare you." If that were the case, I'd say I'm sorry." ”

Although Hain pretends to be calm, he can force him to use water magic. It's been a long time since he's seen an opponent like this, and he's starting to feel that something is wrong with his body, his legs are a little paralyzed, and he doesn't listen to orders, which may be the effect of Aisha's technique.

Hain knew that the battle wasn't as simple as he had thought, and that it might just be the beginning.