A-level underground training room

In the vast venue, a man of about 23 or 24 years old stood naked in the center. There was a space about five meters high above his head. The hanging fluorescent lamps illuminated the entire basement as if it were daytime, and saturated white light shone on it.

Sweat stained the man's bulging muscles. His body was tall and perfectly proportioned. Although he was strong, he did not feel overtrained. At this moment, he focused his attention on his surroundings. There were eight people around him.

Although the appearance of a sword-wielding puppet is not realistic enough, there is a faint pressure that continues to radiate.

The man held his breath, raised the wooden sword in his hand, and kept the posture of drawing the sword at any time. Sweat hung on his hair, like water droplets, ready to move. Suddenly, the puppets around him seemed to be alive and raised their wooden swords at the same time.

The man slashed, each puppet's attack angle was different, and even the timing of the sword was quite different. At this moment, there was no way to evade or counterattack.

The man had already caught the action of the puppet drawing the sword, but he did not panic. He remained in his posture and waited for the opportunity. Seeing that he was about to fall into trouble, the man finally took action. The veins on his right arm popped out and wrapped around his neck like a dragon.

In his hand. When all the wooden swords were about to chop down on him in the next moment, he shouted and drew the sword immediately.

"Drink!"

An instant later, the wooden swords swung by each puppet were knocked out with a sound, and they all landed neatly in an arc about five meters away from the man. Even the time of landing was extremely uniform. As the wooden swords flew out, they all landed neatly in an arc about five meters away from the man.

The sound of falling to the quartz floor was heard one after another, and the man had completed this training. He took a long breath, as if feeling the beauty of success, and the man's chest rose and fell rhythmically with his rapid breathing.

"Pah, pah, pah—"

There was crisp applause from behind the man, and then a sweet female voice sounded.

"The shot you have been chasing for so long has finally succeeded."

The man calmed down and turned around. A red-haired woman was standing in the rest area not far away, smiling and clapping her hands in praise.

"You're here."

The man said these three words, but at the same time there was an unobservable smile on his face. After saying that, he threw the wooden sword casually on the ground, without even looking at the people who felt no pressure because they did not have swords.

The puppet walked towards the red-haired girl.

The girl is currently wearing a dark white dress with a light pink flower tied on her chest. The white strapless dress with black stripes tightly wraps her gradually ripening fruit. Her soft and smooth dark red hair is like a waterfall.

The hair is draped behind her like a flowing stream, and a pair of smart eyes contain a lot of emotions. The tips of her hair hang in front of her round forehead, and her velvet-like white and soft skin complements her long dark red hair.

The girl reached out and picked up the towel hanging on the shelf nearby and handed it to the man who was sweating profusely. She looked at the man's appearance and smiled slightly, her eyes full of emotions that could not be concealed.

"...Are those two people here?"

The man looked a little embarrassed, so he wiped the sweat from his body and asked for a topic.

"Not yet, but I came here to ask for leave from you."

The red-haired woman stopped hiding it, put away her smile and said seriously.

"Oh? Asking for leave?"

The man did not put on other clothes, but chose to put his coat on. Hearing the woman's words, he hesitated for a while, then sat on the sofa in the rest area and said.

"I may need to leave for a few days. There are some things in the family that I need to deal with."

The red-haired woman explained that she did not sit down with the man, but stood there and said to him.

"...Well, let's go, there shouldn't be anything big going on these days..."

The man thought for a moment and immediately gave the answer. However, as soon as he finished speaking, he added:

"Do you need my help?"

Staring at the man's worried expression, the red-haired woman smiled again. She walked behind the man and leaned forward against his back. The woman put her hands on his shoulders and massaged him gently. The red-haired girl

He could clearly feel those slender and weak hands through the thin layer of coat. But although they looked slender and soft, the massage was very powerful. Soon she came close to the man's ear again, quiet and able to bring joy.

The peaceful fragrance of flowers hit his nostrils, cheering up his overtired body and quickly cheering him up.

"Don't worry, it's just a requirement to attend. It has nothing to do with me."

The girl said this, and then she hugged the man from behind and lay on his shoulders. Their faces were pressed together, and she could feel the passion that the man had just finished training and the still-existing warmth.

.The two of them maintained this posture for the time being, feeling each other's presence, hoping that this time could be extended for a while.

Shi Wu'an was dragging his badly injured body through the woods. He was in a bit embarrassing condition at the moment, and there was a horrifying blood hole in his chest, but fortunately it was not fatal. The sleeve of his left hand was torn off by him, and on his arm

A simple bandage was made on the position. At this time, he was in tatters and looked completely different from before. Perhaps he did not expect that he would be in such an end.

"Damn it, if there weren't two idiots, if there was only that "unicorn" or just that sissy, I wouldn't have...cough...cough..."

He was lying half-ly against an oak tree, cursing in his mouth, and then felt a stinging pain in his chest. It was obvious that the wound was beginning to attack.

"It seems that I can't complete this mission... Damn, next time I catch you, I will definitely... cough cough... cough cough cough -!!"

Before Shi Wu'an finished speaking, he coughed and took out his mobile phone from his bag. He touched the screen with his bloody fingers, and the blood gradually stained the surface. Then, without hesitation, he dialed

Got a phone call.

"Beep...beep...all..."

The phone rang several times in succession, but still was not answered. Shi Wuan pressed the hands-free mode and put the phone on the ground. It was not that he was being pretentious, but that he really did not have the strength to pick up things.

This call was made to the base of the Demon Hunting Group to request support. Normally, it would be answered quickly, but now there was no response after such a long time. It was really unbelievable, and Shi Wuan began to feel a little suspicious.

, am I about to be put to death? After the phone rang for an unknown number of times, I finally made the call.

"Hello~! What can i help you?"

However, unexpectedly, a strange male voice came from the other side, and he was speaking in a foreign language. Shi Wuan subconsciously lowered his head to confirm whether he had dialed the wrong number, but it was clearly marked on it.

***Three symbols.

"I......"

There was no other way. Shi Wuan had no choice but to bite the bullet and ask. But before he could speak, there was a noisy sound on the other end of the phone. It seemed that two people were arguing. Although the sound was not intermittent, the other party was completely confused.

They were speaking in a foreign language. He could clearly hear the voices of a man and a woman on the other end of the phone, but he couldn't understand what was being said. This reminded Shi Wu'an of the powerlessness he felt when doing foreign language listening when he was a student.

Fortunately, the arguing soon stopped. He vaguely heard the other party picking up the receiver, and then a crisp but unfamiliar female voice sounded on the other end:

"Uh... I'm sorry, it was an accident just now. This is the headquarters of the Demon Hunting Group. Is there anything I can do to help you?"

This time, the other party spoke standard Yuanxia dialect, which made Shi Wuan finally let go of his worries, but he still asked cautiously:

"Who are you?"

Xinyuan City Demon Hunting Group Headquarters

This morning, Yangao and Elize had already arrived at the Holy Sun Demon Hunting Group, completed the handover work, and briefly got to know the members. At this time, he was lying on the sofa in the reception hall bored, with his legs crossed and swaying.

. He was just wandering around here, but as soon as he walked into the reception hall, he found that the phone above was ringing. He hesitated for a while, but when no one came, he planned to do something he had never done before.

"Telephone reception", but before he could finish speaking a few words after the call was answered, Eliz discovered him. So Yangao, who was free again, could only lie on the sofa nearby and watch Eliz make the call.

"Whose phone number is it?"

Xia Xi also walked in when she heard the phone ringing. Seeing that Elize had already answered the phone, she asked.

"He said his name was... Shi Wu'an."

Elize had never heard of this name, so she could only read it and ask Xia Xi for help.

"Shi Wu'an? Why did he call? Is the mission completed?"

Xia Xi asked three questions in a row out of curiosity, and immediately walked in the direction of Elize. On the other hand, Yang Ao was still lying there bored. After all, he couldn't understand what the two people were talking about.

"Mr. Chris, if you have such free time, would you like to come and compare notes?"

A group of three people also walked in. Xie Yuxian among them saw that the "guest" Yang Ao was doing nothing, so he spoke up, speaking in the Eregang language of course.

"Ah!? What are you talking about Yuxian?"

Zhao Youping, who was among the trio, was caught off guard by the sudden Eragon language and asked in a daze.

"Um?"

Yang Ao, who had been in a completely unfamiliar environment, suddenly heard words he could understand, which immediately captured his attention. Yang Ao turned his head and glanced at Xie Yuxian, showing a curious look, but replied

:

"I'm not interested. Why don't you tell me what fun things there are here?"

Although he became interested in the girl who spoke the Eragon language in front of him, he was not interested in sparring. Of course, it was not because he was timid, but he simply thought that this kind of outcome was destined to happen long ago.

Just boring.

"What is this person talking about..."

Zhao Youping tilted his head and said to Xie Yuxian with an embarrassed look on his face, but the latter ignored him at this time.

"He wanted us to introduce him to some fun places."

Feng Xutao interjected from the side and solved Zhao Youping's doubts.

"Ah!? What, you can even speak Eragon?"

Zhao Youping showed an incredible expression, as if he felt out of place.

"The basics are the basics. Are you someone who has slipped through the compulsory education net?"

Feng Xutao held a folding fan, tapped his shoulder and said coldly.

"...It's not like I don't understand it at all, but it hasn't been used for a few years...but some basic conversations are still fine."

I wonder if Zhao Youping is trying to save face again, hesitantly speaking.

"Oh~ Really? Then show me your hands."
Chapter completed!