my universal tinder

Chapter 2 The Ability That Boys Dream Of

The middle-aged man's eyes suddenly burst into sharpness, like blades intersecting, which made people feel chills.

The boss was smoking a cigarette, raised his head and blew a smoke ring, his expression ended: "In this world, can anyone let me hide?"

The middle-aged man frowned: "I haven't seen you for 20 years, and you are still so arrogant."

The boss grinned, turned around, looked at the middle-aged man, and then moved his eyes lightly to the young man beside him.

"Is this your new recruit?"

The middle-aged man lowered his gaze and let out a soft moan.

"Time is really ruthless. Back then, we studied art together. We were so young and frivolous. I didn't expect to be a teacher now." The boss sighed, and his expression became more and more depressed.

"You know I'm not here today to catch up with you."

"I'm so old, I don't have the interest to do anything anymore. After 20 years of dust, you should let me be buried earlier." The boss smiled lightly.

The middle-aged man shook his head: "How can a person like you endure loneliness, you can't hide your sharpness."

"Hahaha, Dragon Feather King, this is the first time I've heard your praise since I was a child." The boss laughed and said, "Forget it, you came from afar, I can't let you return empty-handed, just take a gamble." .”

"How to gamble?" The middle-aged man asked.

The boss stretched out his hand, pointed at the young man next to him, and said with a smile, "Your disciple, fight with my disciple."

"Win, I'll go with you."

"If you lose, treat it as if you never came."

"Your disciple!?" The middle-aged man's complexion changed suddenly, and a fierce aura shot up into the sky.

In an instant, those sharp eyes swept across the black blade butcher's shop like a knife, and finally landed on Wang Qiong.

"It's him?" The middle-aged man asked in surprise.

The boss nodded: "It's him!"

At this moment, Wang Qiong was stunned.

"When the hell did I become your disciple?" Countless question marks appeared in Wang Qiong's heart.

The middle-aged man looked at Wang Qiong with different eyes. His eyes were like a big hand, as if he wanted to peel him clean from the inside out, and look at him again.

"I never thought that someone like you would accept apprentices!" The middle-aged man withdrew his gaze, and his expression returned to normal: "I'm curious, what kind of seedlings can you value."

"It's nothing, he chops meat faster." The boss grinned.

"Lingmen, kill him." The middle-aged man said lightly.

After the words fell, the young man next to him came out, his eyes were sharp, showing deep hostility, and he locked Wang Qiong.

hum...

Suddenly, a soft chant sounded, piercing through the moonlit night.

A cold light flickered, and a flying knife suddenly appeared, floating in front of Bai Lingmen.

"Yu Logistics!?" Wang Qiong narrowed his eyes slightly.

The fire power is divided into three schools, Shenbing style, imperial logistics and super energy style.

The so-called magical style, the part of the body is strengthened to appear supernatural powers, like weapons, this is the most common type.

As for imperial logistics is relatively rare, it can volley imperial objects.

Obviously, this Bailingmen can manipulate metal objects.

hum...

The flying knife came through the air with such a fast speed that it flew across the sky like Bai Lian, and shot at Wang Qiong.

Wang Qiong raised the butcher's knife in his hand and clanged it. As soon as he touched it, he felt as if a thousand catties of force came from the flying knife.

His complexion changed slightly, and he picked it up suddenly, and bounced the throwing knife away.

"The flying knife made of Han Xing's heavy iron can be opened with a single blow. Your disciple is a magic soldier?" The middle-aged man's eyes fell on Wang Qiong's arm.

The boss smiled, without comment.

hum...

The flying knife turned a corner and attacked again, Wang Qiong deflected the blade and blocked it.

Shhhhhhhhhh

Two more throwing knives came through the air, and the terrifying power swept like a storm, directly blowing away the table in front of the butcher's shop.

Wang Qiong narrowed his eyes slightly, and finally moved. He took a step back, avoiding the edge, and chopped down the butcher knife in his hand, stirring the trajectory of the three flying knives again and again.

At this moment, the veins on his arm bulged, and he was bearing a terrible force.

The throwing knife was too heavy, and ordinary people would have been strangled to minced meat long ago.

Bai Lingmen's expression was still grim.

Suddenly, several cold lights appeared beside him, and together with the previous three, there were ten flying knives hanging in front of him.

"Ten Daoliu!?" The boss' eyes narrowed slightly, and finally moved.

"At such a young age, I have achieved such accomplishments in the "Wandaobu Star Map"."

The middle-aged man was noncommittal, just sneered: "Your disciple is going to die!"

rumbling...

The ten flying knives shone with silver light under the moonlit night, as if the waves were sweeping and bombarding them.

"Little poor, stop hiding." The boss growled.

Wang Qiong's expression straightened, and suddenly he clenched the butcher's knife tightly, and a piercing roar sounded in the dark night.

The light of the knife rolled like scales, and cut down gently, forming a terrifying trajectory.

In an instant, the pupils of the middle-aged man and Bai Lingmen shrank suddenly.

rumbling...

There was a loud noise.

In the dust, flying knives shattered and fell to the ground one after another.

"This...impossible..." Bai Lingmen spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

Ever since he was a child, he has always been regarded as a genius. He has awakened supernatural powers, reached the sky in one step, and even comprehended ten ways in a short period of time. With this trick, he has defeated countless masters of his generation.

But today, he lost to an unknown butcher.

The most ridiculous thing is that he has no idea how he lost.

"I don't believe it, just one blow... How could it be possible to defeat with one blow..." Bai Lingmen could no longer keep calm.

The middle-aged man stopped him, looked at Wang Qiong with a solemn expression.

At this time, Wang Qiong's arm was steaming, the sweat was steaming, and the traces of blood gradually faded from his arm.

"What a terrifying ability, such a little monster can be found by you."

"Teacher..." Bai Lingmen looked puzzled.

"The scariest thing about him is not his strength, but his speed." The middle-aged man said in a deep voice.

Wang Qiong remained silent, this man's eyes are too poisonous.

Mosquito wings beat 400 to 500 times per second.

That day, after he slapped a mosquito to death, the black spark gave his arm an almost abnormal speed.

At first he could only tremble 30 times per second, but as he practiced, his speed became faster and faster.

Even the boss praised it after seeing it, calling it a boy's dream ability, and it reached the pinnacle of life in a second.

"You lost!" the boss whispered.

Bai Lingmen clenched his hands tightly, his body trembling uncontrollably, decadence, anger and self-blame filled his body.

Wang Qiong watched indifferently, since it was a battle, the outcome must be decided. He didn't sympathize with Bailingmen's failure, but only rejoiced for his own victory.

"Being able to ascend to Xeon has never been invincible all the way, but invincible in a hundred battles." The middle-aged man said lightly.

Bai Lingmen's eyes trembled, and he couldn't help but look up at his teacher.

At this time, the middle-aged man stared at Wang Qiong, smiled, then turned and left.

"One day, I will defeat you." Bai Lingmen took a deep look at Wang Qiong, as if he wanted to remember him forever.

"Young man, I am waiting for you on a bigger stage."

Wild laughter came from afar, echoing in the narrow alley along with the two gradually disappearing figures.

(End of this chapter)