Straight Death Infinity

"Although Mr. Fang Li is recognized as an A-level hero, Sweetheart Mask ranks first in A-level. It's not that he can't be promoted to S-level, but stays in this position on purpose."

Xiqi could only keep admonishing Silvia while sweating profusely.

"What should I do if I accidentally hurt Mr. Fang Li with Sweetheart Mask later?"

In other words, Xiqi doesn't think Fang Li can beat Sweetheart Mask.

It's not because he underestimated Fang Li's strength, but Xi Qi must know more about Sweetheart Mask than Fang Li who doesn't know anything.

That being the case, it is only natural to have such an idea.

But Silvia didn't answer, just watched quietly.

Unlike the Heroes Association who only considered the impact and consequences of this battle, Silvia knew that the conflict between these two people was inevitable.

There is no other reason, it's just because the compatibility between the two is extremely bad.

Fang Li simply disliked Sweetheart's mask.

no way.

It's not bad for a person to be paranoid, but if he is paranoid and wants to use this paranoia to teach him a lesson, then there is no reason to let the other party do what he wants.

This sweetheart mask is so self-righteous that no one will take it easy.

As for Sweetheart Mask, Fang Li's existence was even more unacceptable.

In the eyes of this popular idol, Fang Li, who has no sense of justice at all and only possesses power, is probably no different from a demon heretic, right?

In other words, to the other party, Fang Li is evil.

Since it is evil, it must be eradicated.

That's it.

Thinking of this, Sweetheart Mask put his hands in his pockets, closed his eyes as if defenseless, and smiled.

"Fang Lijun, you should know, what is the significance of our confrontation?"

Sweetheart's masked words only got Fang Li a somewhat indifferent answer.

"Don't you just want to tell me that you don't agree with me and won't allow me to be promoted to S-level, so if I insist on becoming an S-level hero, then I must defeat you?"

That's right.

This is what, in the eyes of outsiders, it looks like Fang Li and Sweetheart Mask have a conflict, so they plan to use violence to resolve the meaning of the confrontation.

"Now that you know it, I'm much more relaxed." Sweetheart Mask opened his eyes, stared at Fang Li, spread his hands, and smiled at Fang Li: "The reason why I stay at the first place in A-level is because I can't Let those weak fish climb up. If the s-level heroes who guard the highest glory of this world are a group of self-proclaimed heroes who can't even eradicate evil, then it is simply a disgrace to the heroes. How can justice be carried out? "

"A so-called hero should be a gorgeous and powerful existence. No matter what kind of evil you face, you can definitely eradicate it. People who will be defeated by evil are not worthy of being called heroes at all."

Sweetheart's Mask pointed to Fang Li, declaring so.

"You want to be a hero?"

"Then let me see how capable you are of carrying out justice!"

The emotion that surged in the eyes of Sweet Mask who declared so was nothing else.

It is cold.

"Shh!"

In the next second, the sweetheart mask disappeared.

"call!"

Like a gust of wind, the sweet mask suddenly appeared in front of Fang Li.

Immediately, he punched.

"Boom--!"

Accompanied by the sound of air crackling, Sweetheart Mask's jab landed on Fang Li's cheek like a cannonball.

That jab not only caused a heavy impact, but also made the air flow violently, centered on the two of them, sweeping up and blowing around.

Whether it is speed or power, it is worthy of the third level.

Fang Li could even feel the sharp energy from the jab that landed on his cheek.

If he didn't have the protective ability of the battle suit, perhaps Fang Li's cheek would have been cut and a scar appeared.

However, regarding this, Fang Li stood there indifferently, just calmly watching the sweet mask in front of him.

"Ah…"

Sweetheart Mask maintained the posture of punching, and said something like surprise and sarcasm.

"This is just a greeting, Fang Lijun, don't you want to tell me that you can't see?"

The faint ridicule and disappointment spread in the vast space like this.

Of course Fang Li heard it.

But still indifferent.

No.

It should not be said to be indifferent.

Because, the way Fang Li looked at Sweetheart's mask had changed.

become extremely merciful.

Immediately, Fang Li spoke like this.

"Stupid."

After leaving such comments, Fang Li turned around and left straight away.

"you…!"

The smile on Sweetheart Mask's face suddenly changed.

However, Sweetheart Mask also found something was wrong.

"Knife?"

Yes.

In the hand of Fang Li who left, he did not know when he held a pure white sword with a length of two meters.

On the unsheathed sword, there was a bloody smell.

In the moment of realization, Sweetheart Mask found out.

Severe pain came from his body.

"Pfft--!"

The sound of the tearing of the flesh sounded like an afterthought.

Chapter 1142: One Hundred Times the Speed ​​of Sound!

"cough…!"

In the underground space, Sweetheart Mask couldn't help coughing up thick blood and opened his eyes wide.

"Sweetheart Mask...?!"

Xiqi's exclamation came from afar.

That voice was full of panic and horror.

However, Sweetheart Mask has lost hearing.

All the voices seemed to be moving away from it, so Sweetheart Mask could only stiffen his neck, slowly lowered his head, and looked at his body.

There, a shocking and terrifying scar ran across the entire waist, as if the sweetheart's mask had been cut in half.

A large amount of bright red blood flowed out from there, instantly staining Sweetheart Mask's body red.

"Cough...! Ah...!"

Sweetheart Mask finally fell down with a painful moan.

Let the ground gradually be dyed red.

"Sweetheart Mask!"

Xiqi ran over in a panic, at a loss beside Sweetheart Mask, only remembered something after a while, and hurriedly took out the phone.

"Quick! Let the ambulance personnel come over! Sweet Mask...! Sweet Mask is fatally injured...! If this continues, life will be in danger!"

Xi Qi's voice full of panic and fear resounded throughout the underground space.

On the ground beside him, Sweetheart Mask raised his head with difficulty.

What caught his eyes was Fang Li's receding figure.

"hateful…"

When the words fell, Sweetheart Mask's eyes turned black, his head drooped, and he lost consciousness.

"Honey Mask! Sweet Mask!"

Xiqi's mournful cry turned into a sound wave.

At this time, Fang Li had already arrived in front of Silvia.

"You..." Sylvia couldn't help but said with a sad face: "Is it necessary to be so serious?"

Hearing this, Fang Li smiled slightly.

"Really take it seriously."

After all, that was Fang Li's strongest blow.

Ever since he was promoted to the third level, Fang Li was completely incomparable with the fourth level.

How can it be compared?

The attribute alone is 200 points more than before the upgrade.