The explosion that was not far apart made the prison temple man cover his head and lay on the ground, but he did not notice that the air waves caused by the explosion of two explosives above his head directly broke the branches of the big tree behind him.

With a bang, the nearly two-meter-long branch hit the back of the prison temple with no clue.

The severe pain made the faces of the prison temple silence cold sweat, but he stubbornly gritted his teeth without screaming.

"Fighting depends on your brain, especially your fighting style."

In the distance, An Yan's voice came, causing the prison temple's priest to frown and look up.

The smoke gradually dissipated. An Yan patted the dust on his body and faced the gaze that looked like a priest in the prison temple, saying, "Since you guessed that explosive was thrown out by me at the beginning, why do you think that explosive was ignited by me?"

As soon as these words came out, the face of the prison temple changed suddenly.

The previous series of accidents made him subconsciously think that the explosives falling on his head were also ignited.

But if you think about it carefully...

The explosives above his head were far away from the center of the explosion, and the high temperature caused by the explosion could not affect him at all.

Instead, the explosive he threw out caused the explosive to explode.

Thinking of this, the face of the prison temple was slightly dark.

Teasing...

From beginning to end, the younger brother of the Tenth Dynasty was teasing himself like a cat playing with a mouse.

This feeling made him unable to help but go crazy.

He looked up and saw the 10th-mee and the baseball idiot, both lying in the distance.

This scene made the face of the Prison Temple man look even more ugly, and his eyes looking at An Yan were filled with unyielding defeat: "So what, I can still fight, we have not failed this test yet."

"No, you have failed."

The answer was not An Yan, but Li Baoen, not far away: "Look down and see what is under your chin."

Under the chin?

The prisoner of the prison temple subconsciously looked down and the items that caught his eye made him stand there.

And... again explosives?

He found that he suddenly felt a little disgusted with explosives.

But then he reflected on it, the one that An Yan threw towards him and fell behind him, the one that he mocked An Yan for not being accurate at all.

"Do you think An Yan is playing with you?" Li Baoen walked over and looked at the prison temple and said.

The prisoner of the prison temple did not speak when he heard this, but the anger in his eyes showed his thoughts.

Although it was only a brief contact, he also admitted that An Yan was very strong.

He was able to defeat them in a simpler way, rather than in the way he was like a cat playing with a mouse.

"Your mentality is indeed a problem."

"Um?"

Riboen shook his head and looked at the prisoner in confusion and said, "Do you remember what An Yan said at the beginning of the test? He said that as a person who uses range as an attack method, you lack the ability to layout the battlefield and predict the opponent. Now he lets you see what you are missing, but you think he is playing with you."

See what I'm missing?

The prisoner is not a fool, but because of his personality, he is too stubborn.

After Li Baoen's reminder, he immediately reflected on it. The anger in his eyes disappeared in an instant, and replaced by a bright color.

"And, if you want to say something to play, you are playing An Yan."

Libaoen looked at An Yan in the center of the battlefield in the distance: "He takes you seriously and regards you as opponents who need to be taken seriously, but the three of you are having fun."

"The useless Ah Takashi blindly acted; Yamamoto gave up his superior physical fitness and reflex nerves and relied on the miniature hammer; as for you... people who don't even cherish your own life, how can you protect your family's partners?"

"At this point, Kyoya Yasumi is much better than you."

Riboen looked at the other side of the battlefield, and the storm of the Prison Temple looked along his gaze. She saw Yama Kyoya standing there looking at An Yan, and there was an atmosphere of storm that was about to come.

"From the beginning to the end, he has been working hard to adjust his state so that he can meet this hard-earned challenge with the strongest state!"

The prison temple sect couldn't help but lower his head when he heard this, but then he seemed to think of something and said to Li Baoen with a pale face: "That...our test..."

Li Baoen smiled mysteriously.

"When did I say that the test was only once, my favors are not that cheap."

"Forehead……"

An Yan, who was looking at Yamaki Kyoya in the center of the circle, suddenly felt a chill.

He subconsciously looked around and was stunned when he saw the mysterious smile on Bao En's face in the distance.

Why do I suddenly feel...

I have an unknown premonition.

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