I'm not a theatre god

At the same time.

San Francisco.

Ding Ding Ding Ding——

A red shadow stepped on the high pile, leaping up lightly like flying on the clouds, with a big red lion head wearing a ribbon flying in the air, and its huge eyes blinked from time to time, as if it was really alive.

The loud gongs and drums continued, and the cheers of the crowd rang out from the side. A group of white and black people were holding their mobile phones, watching this scene in shock, with disbelief on their faces.

The lion dance figure stepped on the highest high pile in three or two steps, which was seven or eight meters high from the ground. He stepped on the pile with one foot, and his body naturally sank back. The other foot was stacked like a cross-legged leg. From a distance, it looked like it was about to fall at any time, causing everyone to exclaim.

The big red lion headdress winked playfully, and suddenly did a backflip and jumped off the seven or eight-meter high pile. His feet stepped on nothingness, and flew down in the air like stepping on a ladder, and then landed steadily on the ground.

The next moment, thunderous applause!

Countless onlookers looked at each other in surprise, their mouths seemed to say "My God". They didn't understand how this was done, but in Chinatown, this kind of thing seemed to be commonplace... These guys from the East always have some incomprehensible magical powers.

As the performance ended, the figure who just danced the lion walked to the back of the queue, took off the big red lion headgear with both hands, and a handsome young face appeared in front of everyone.

He was a young man in his twenties, wearing a red and black Tang suit, with a string of shiny small-leaf red sandalwood on his wrist. He waved to the boy next to him, took over a narrow round-frame sunglasses, put it on his nose, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

"Hehe, it's so easy to make money from these foreigners

He put his hands in his pockets, leaned forward slightly, and the small round sunglasses on his nose slid down a little. His eyes swept across the entire Chinatown with a smile, and his expression and posture unconsciously revealed a hint of ruffian,

"Now, who is the most handsome guy in Chinatown? "

"Mr. Sun, the audience hasn't gone far yet... Please pay attention to your image. The young man who looks like an assistant spoke softly.

"... Ahem. The young man glanced back, stood up silently, and walked straight into Chinatown.

"By the way, Mr. Sun, your phone seems to be ringing from just now..."

"Huh?"

The young man took the phone and was stunned when he saw the website and the picture on the screen.

"Huh... What's going on? Has the dark web been hacked?"

He pulled down the sunglasses on his nose and squatted on the side of the road to watch carefully. As a blood-stained figure passed through the camera in the picture, his attention was instantly attracted.

"This face... I seem to have seen it somewhere? Is it the famous Bingshendao in the Golden Triangle...”

The young man scratched his head and thought hard.

However, as the scene changed, in the direction of Nie Yu's advance, a figure wearing a bright red opera robe was standing on the rooftop in the heavy rain, with a hint of apricot red outlined from the corner of his eyes.

Seeing this scene, the young man's pupils suddenly contracted, and the whole person stood up from the side of the road!

"Is this... Xishendao? ? "

……

Service area.

Thunder roared in the clouds, and pale lightning flashed across the sky.

In the flashing neon, Nie Yu held a hunting knife, stepped on the ripples of the puddle step by step, and slowly moved towards Chen Ling's position.

The rain washed the blood on his face, and his eyes looking at Chen Ling were as sharp as a knife.

"You really chased me..."

Chen Ling looked at him calmly, "I thought you would hide in the dark and wait for my defense to weaken, and then suddenly give me a fatal blow.

"I don't need this method to deal with you.

"Is it not necessary to use it, or can't afford it? Your body is almost at its limit, right? If you don't get rid of me as soon as possible and get rid of the Demon-Subduing Blood Map, I'm afraid your rank will continue to fall... By then, you won't even have a chance of winning.

Chen Ling saw Nie Yu's thoughts at a glance and sneered.

Nie Yu's palm holding the hunting knife became more and more powerful, and the pale joints looked particularly hideous under the cold rain.

"You should only be at the third level, right?" Nie Yu said grimly, "Even if my level has dropped and I am injured, it is easy to kill you, a third level person.

"Really?" Chen Ling chuckled, "Then you can try it.

Looking at Chen Ling's face, a wave of anger climbed up Nie Yu's heart. Whether it was the trap on the plane before, or the killing of the vulture, or the backhanded bounty on himself, Nie Yu's killing intention towards Chen Ling reached the extreme... His chest rose and fell violently, his feet stomped on the ground, and his figure instantly broke through the rain curtain like a cannonball and flew out!

Even though his body was already wounded and he had difficulty walking, Nie Yu still burst out with terrifying strength and speed at this moment, and even the whole person lowered his head and accelerated along the wall of the building, and the uneven hunting knife blade cut through the falling raindrops, making a whistling sound through the air.

He must fight quickly!

Chen Ling felt a flash in front of his eyes, and Nie Yu's figure leaped to the rooftop, the blood-red hem of his clothes fluttering in the wind. As the hunting knife fell, the fine blade danced wildly and slashed towards Chen Ling's throat!

The apricot-red eyes reflected the trajectory of the blade, and the red robe fluttered like a butterfly on the rooftop in an instant. Chen Ling did not retreat but advanced, and walked out a path without injury in the wildly dancing blade.

The wide sleeves of the robe swayed, and a bone-cutting knife with a cold glow fell into Chen Ling's palm, and lightly chopped towards Nie Yu.

Clang clang clang clang——! !

Nie Yu's hunting knife and Chen Ling's boning knife clashed dozens of times in an instant, almost leaving behind images in the rain.

The harsh metal chirping sound sounded, and fine sparks splashed in the rain. Nie Yu did not expect that Chen Ling's close combat power was so strong. Whether it was speed or slashing moves, they were on par with him!

Nie Yu frowned, growled, and the muscles all over his body bulged, and when covered by the [Iron Clothes], they were strengthened again, and he struck hard on the boning knife.

Boom——! !

Terrifying power came from the blade, and Chen Ling flew backwards out of the rain. It took several meters for her feet to touch the ground, and she barely stabilized her body.

Feeling the numbness in her hands, and even holding the knife was a bit difficult, Chen Ling's eyes gradually became serious.

"What a powerful force..."

After all, Nie Yu is a fifth-level [Sirius]. Even if he is seriously injured, with the blessing of [Iron Clothes], his strength cannot be compared to that of a third-level one. If Chen Ling hadn't been practicing close combat with his senior brother every day in the past few months and greatly improved his fighting skills, he might not have been able to catch Nie Yu's swords.

When Nie Yu saw this, the cold light in his eyes became more intense. He walked slowly out of the rain holding a hunting knife and said in a cold voice:

"I said... you are only level 3, you can't beat me