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1172 The Storm Is Coming 2

Yan Tao leaned against Qin Zong lazily, and his eyes swept around Su Ling and Firmino's faces.

Firmino grabbed Feishe tightly and swallowed nervously, "Then I'm starting to work hard, you, be careful."

Such a soft little girl, don't be pushed away by him.

Cassandra sat down with a expressionless face: Sure enough, she shouldn't let this idiot go up.

Firmino's muscles were tense, the muscles on his arms were raised, his complexion turned slightly red, and he shouted suddenly, his arm used force, clenched his teeth, and pulled the girl on the other side of the flying sleeve toward this side.

Su Ling's chin was slightly tense, her eyes widened slightly, and her arms under her sleeves were also tightened, and she took a deep breath.

The two confronted each other for a long time.

All are not moving.

Sweat beads were covered with sweat on Firmino and Su Ling's foreheads. Su Ling's fingers shaking slightly while holding the flying sleeves tightly, and white appeared on his fingertips.

A minute has passed.

Five minutes have passed.

Ten minutes have passed...

Young Master Yan supported his chin with one hand and blinked his eyes.

She felt a little sore in her eyes.

It is also a skill for these two people to stand motionless for so long.

Cassandra also looked surprised.

Firmino would be the first to be sent out by her, so he naturally has the ability.

Looking at Wenwen's weak little girl, she could actually compete with Firmino in terms of strength.

Kassandra frowned: It seems that things are far more difficult than she thought.

These ancient martial artists are not easy to mess with.

"Mr. Qi, it's better to be a draw in this game."

Kassandra: "It is not a solution to continue like this."

Qi Zheng smiled, "Okay."

But before Cassandra spoke, a "sharp" sound suddenly sounded in the training ground.

The sound of shattering silk is very obvious in the quiet space.

The flying sleeves cracked from the middle and thorned into two halves.

The powerful inertia forced Firmino's upper body to lean back. He staggered for several steps, barely supporting his body, and stood firm on the ground.

At this moment, Su Ling on the opposite side had already moved forward and slowly squatted down and picked up the flying sleeves that were cracked in half.

This fly sleeve is specially made and incorporates extremely soft metal.

It was Su Ling's portable weapon, but unexpectedly, it was split into two halves in the competition of too powerful power.

Su Ling's lips were slightly pursed, and a trace of tears appeared in her eyes.

She was still too naive and misjudged the other party's strength.

Firmino looked at the girl who left silently with her flying sleeves in her arms, and looked down at her extremely rough hands.

Me, I didn't mean it!

He was still standing on the training ground stupidly, and Cassandra frowned slightly and quickly asked someone to get him down.

idiot!

She was originally thinking about forcing Qi Zheng or Qin Zong to the stage, but now she seems to be afraid there is no hope.

Last time, six people sent out from the Supernatural Base.

It can almost be said to be the top power in the base.

The assassination failed and all six people were destroyed. Although there were still top abilities in the base at this moment, I was afraid that I would not be able to achieve unexpected results.

Kassandra's eyes slightly closed: She underestimated the power of these ancient warriors too much.

"First game, draw."

The referee stood in the center of the training ground, whistled, and announced the challenge result loudly.

"Now, start the second game!"
Chapter completed!
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