"I! Second Young Master Xu from Shuiyue City! I am the man destined to become the God of War!" He said these seemingly awesome words to the group of teenagers in front of him very calmly. Xu Zhen was distracted for a while. After that, his expression suddenly became particularly lonely He didn't take into account the reaction that his strange self-introduction brought to everyone. His eyes had become a little wandering, thinking of that ordinary summer in the past. In the afternoon, a very bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth "A Zhen What is my A Zhen's ideal? I really want to know" A clean-dressed man The girl in the floral skirt sat on a messy little bed in a dilapidated rental house, swaying her beautiful white feet, and asked softly while looking at the shirtless man in front of her who was meticulously lying in front of the computer. If I remember correctly, although the curtains were closed at that time, some bright sunlight finally passed through the gaps and fell on the girl's body, making the girl's slightly sad face become white and blurry "Ideal? Why do you suddenly ask such a vulgar question to me? After eating, whether you are hungry or not, and to play gamesthis is my most noble ideal now!" He strangled a burnt cigarette butt into the ashes. In the tank, the man said contemptuously without looking back. Hearing the man's words, the girl seemed a little helpless. She hesitated several times, bit her lip, and finally said again: "A Zhen, I'm serious" "Huh? Seriously. ? Okay" As if he finally felt a strange emotion behind him, the man stood up, lit up a cigarette skillfully again, and then blew out a perfect smoke ring, speaking in a very serious tone. He said in a tone of voice: "I! Qiao Amy's man! I am the man who is destined to win the first prize of a double color ball!" "It turns out at that time, Xiaomi had already hinted that I should work harder A little bit It's ridiculous that I was so unbearable back then" "It is said that in this world, if you reach the God of Fighting, you can step through the void It's just even if you become a strong God of Fighting, Can we definitely go back to the past" "My Xiaomican I see you again" Xu Zhen, who suddenly lowered his head, wiped his eyes with the corner of his sleeve, Then he looked up at Mr. Asuma who had a puzzled look on his face and said with a self-deprecating smile: "Although this Soya Castle is close to the forest, the wind and sand are still quite big" With a strange look in his eyes Looking at the young man in brocade clothes who seemed a little strange in front of him, just when Asuma was about to say something, a burst of harsh and sarcastic laughter suddenly sounded around him. "Hahahaha Did I hear it right? Fighting God? This guy is really funny!" "Boss! You heard it wrong! He just said that he was fighting dung!" "I heard that a guy did the same thing last year He was so shameless that he wanted to become a Dou Emperor! Hahahaha I almost laughed to death at the time" "There are brain defects every year, but there are so many this year" More than a dozen people are wearing them. Young men in Suoya Academy uniforms were surrounded by a young man with sword eyebrows in fine clothes standing not far away, pointing at Xu Zhen and leaning back and forth with a smile. Some of them actually covered their stomachs in a somewhat exaggerated manner There was a wind blowing, blowing. He picked up a corner of their white uniforms, and there was a faint golden light flashing under it Looking at the group of half-grown teenagers in front of him who were laughing at him, Xu Zhen actually had a smile on his lips again, and he quietly Standing there, silent, quiet and lonely. "Everyone, be quiet! Form up!" Looking at the scattered team in front of him that seemed to be divided into two groups, Asma couldn't help but shouted angrily. Looking at the team that was quickly assembled again, he spoke in an unprecedented way. The huge voice continued: "Tell me again! What are the six principles of a fighter!" "Humility! Honor! Sacrifice! Heroism! Mercy! Justice!" "Fart!" Regarding this answer that was exactly the same as before, Aspen But Ma jumped to her feet and cursed angrily. "Shamelessly mocking other people's ideals, is this called humility? Who taught you this? You don't even have the most basic sense of humility. What kind of bullshit fighters are you!" "Hey! Asma, please watch your words." Just when everyone was shocked by Asma's stern curse, an extremely contemptuous and lazy voice suddenly sounded from the group of teenagers below. It¡¯s that young man with sword eyebrows! He is also the only boy in the field besides Xu Zhen who is not wearing the Soya Academy uniform! What¡¯s even more surprising is that on this young man¡¯s left chest, there is actually a small copper-colored sword embroidered on it! Fighter! ? ?And he is a fighter under ten years old! "Rock-Lee-Michelle!" Asma, who was not angry but laughed when he heard the sword-browed boy's words, said word by word a name that would be respected throughout the Heavenly Soul Kingdom. A name with the noble surname of the Michel family! "Hello! Asma?" Asma walked up to the sword-browed boy. With perfect muscle lines, he looked condescendingly at the slightly wary sword-browed boy below him, and said with a smile: "Master Brandon didn't tell you "Isn't it allowed to call the teacher by his name in school?" "Humph!" Due to the pressure brought by Asma's huge body, the sword-browed boy took a step back, but he immediately turned away as if he felt that this move was a bit embarrassing. The head snorted coldly. Looking at the sword-browed young man in front of him who was pretending to be calm, Asma continued: "Huh? You seem to have forgotten the rule of reporting before speaking, right?" "You may not know, Dear Brandon The master, your grandfather, has given you full authority before you enter the school!" Asma lowered his head and whispered in the ear of the sword-browed boy: "In other words, as long as you can practice hard, everything else will be fine! I have to listen to you Dear Master Locke Lee Michel! " Hearing Asma mention his grandfather, a trace of fear clearly flashed on the face of the sword-browed boy, but no one noticed it. Yes, there seemed to be a hint of hatred hidden in the black eyes he looked at Asma "So! Dear Master Locke Li, and you brats! Before you can use your own Before you defeat me with your true power, you'd better listen to me!" Leaving the stubborn sword-browed boy behind somewhat helplessly, Asma looked at the group of teenagers in front of him and said loudly and arrogantly. "I will guide you to grow up to the day you can defeat me!" "I promise!"