The End of Marvel's Seraph

Yuyama Yuto looked at his men, "Is our war situation tight now?"

"The war is very tense. Both [Forest House] and [Red Dou Hall] seem to be asking for help from the blood alliance that has a friendly relationship with them. The opponent's combat power is likely to increase in the short term. All players in our blood alliance need to join the fight. and on guard.”

"What the hell!"

Listening to his subordinate's report, Yuyama patted the glass depressedly, making the tempered glass hum.

"Then let's slow down this matter for a moment! [Forest House] and [Red Dou Tang] are A-level blood alliances after all. They have a deep foundation and cannot be underestimated! The current blood alliance battle with the two families is the top priority of [Wild Power], and it has a lot to do with it. The future development of the Blood Alliance. When the situation stabilizes and your hands are free, you can find someone to kill the new guy!"

"Yes!"

"Anything else to report?"

"This is a detailed report on the battle situation of our blood alliance during this period. You, the leader, need to see it in person."

As he said that, his subordinate took out a piece of paper from his arms and wanted to hand it to Uyama Yuuto. However, Yuyama Yuto raised his hand to stop him, and gestured to his subordinates to put them on the desk.

"Any more?"

"Gone."

"Okay, I'll read the battle report later, and then I'll give you the next battle plan. You can go out first."

"Yes!"

The subordinate placed the report on the desk and exited the office. Only Uyama Yuto was left standing in front of the large floor-to-ceiling windows, quietly looking at the skyline of the city in the distance, with a complicated expression in his eyes.

Just when Uyama Yuto was silent, he suddenly turned around and punched the sandbag beside him.

This punch was as fast as a lion's attack and directly knocked the sandbag away. The sandbag hit the wall and fell to the ground. The outer layer of the sandbag shattered due to the huge force.

The sandbags spread out, but no sand came out.Looking closely, what was wrapped in the sandbag turned out to be an extremely heavy lump of solid iron.

What makes people feel even more numb is that there is a huge red fist mark on the iron block at this time...

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The night was now dark. Qian Xiao followed the words on the key in her pocket and came to one of the apartment buildings. She unlocked the door with the key and walked in.

Qianxiao turned on the light at the entrance and looked around her room in this world.

The apartment is about fifty square meters, not very big, but it is enough for Qianxiao to live alone.

The apartment prepared by the system for Qian Xiao was very considerate. Although it was small, it was well-equipped with all kinds of electrical appliances and daily necessities.

Qianxiao opened the closet and found that there were a lot of clothes inside. Judging from the size, it should be Qianxiao's size.

Qianxiao threw the student uniforms that were stained during the battle into the washing machine, then went into the bathroom and took a long hot bath. In the diffuse heat, Qianxiao, wearing a set of loose clothes after taking a bath, opened the bathroom door and came to the kitchen.

Open the refrigerator, it is full of bread, drinks and various convenience foods.

In response, Qian Xiao smiled knowingly, as if "it's true".

"That's great! It's quite thoughtful."

Qianxiao took out a box of instant noodles and used a hot water kettle to boil a pot of hot water in the kitchen.

In fact, after absorbing the psychic energy in the Minotaur's body, Qianxiao is not hungry now.

But now he is not making instant noodles to consume carbohydrates, but rather wants something hot to soothe his cold soul.

There’s no denying that deep-fried noodles wrapped in a rich, hot broth always warms a chilled soul from the inside out in no time.

Although instant noodles are junk food, they are exceptionally good at this aspect.

There wasn't much noodles, so Qian Xiao sucked them all in a few mouthfuls. There was no change in her stomach, but Qian Xiao felt much better now.

Qian Xiao sat in front of the desk. The bright moonlight passed through the window and cast a soft light on the desk.

Qianxiao looked at his palm, and in his current calm state, he recollected the feeling of the previous battle.

Sure enough, a faint blue mist emerged from his body and gathered in his palm.

Qian Xiao has always felt that his psychic powers are magical, but now he feels that he knows too little about psychic powers. My own spiritual power seems to be far more powerful than I imagined, and my potential is much more developed.

Qianxiao tried to control the spiritual energy in his hand more carefully. Under Qianxiao's concentration, the blue spiritual energy continued to swim in his hands, changing into various shapes.

Qianxiao became interested and began to conduct other experiments, such as throwing the mist to attack, attaching the mist to other items, etc...

The night passed quietly amid Qianxiao's constant experiments.

In the morning, the rays of the morning sun shone into the room. Qianxiao, who had stayed up all night, let out a long yawn and waved away the spiritual energy in her hands.

After a night of exploration, Qian Xiao has roughly understood some of the characteristics of psychic energy.

One's own psychic energy is essentially an energy, hidden in Qianxiao's body. This energy is controlled by Qianxiao's mind and can continue to increase with use.

Psionic energy has a wide range of uses, far beyond the enhancement of physical fitness and treatment that Qianxiao used to do. In addition, psionic energy can also be attached to weapons to improve the quality of weapons. It can also be used to attack directly out of the body, and can also restore Qianxiao's health. The spirit, etc., is almost omnipotent.

But Qian Xiao still feels that spiritual power is much more than that simple.

Qian Xiao took out her phone and planned to check the time. After turning it on, she found that her phone had been stuck on Qian Xiao's victory interface in the game.

Qian Xiao clicked on the phone screen, the interface returned, and a message pop-up window popped up in the game.

"You won the battle with [Ou Head]! You earned 400 points by fighting [Ou Head]!"

"Your level has risen to [c2], unlocking the gashapon machine function and unlocking the store function."

"All functions of the corresponding level have been opened. If you have any questions, please go to [Help] to inquire."

"This is just like the games we usually play!" Qian Xiao muttered, and started to click on various items on the game interface, quickly becoming familiar with it.

After spending more than ten minutes getting familiar with the game, Qian Xiao called the teacher at school and asked for a long leave because of illness.

After all, the next period of time will be a period of rapid growth for his most important newcomer. He must fight as much as possible, accumulate psychic powers, combat experience and props, and upgrade his level in order to cope with an increasingly risky future.

It is absolutely impossible for him to allow himself to spend too much time and energy in school.