[Douluo Dalu] He and the sea

After the game, Atin walked out of the spirit-fighting area amidst the commotion of the entire stadium.

In this competition between two sticks of incense, in the eyes of outsiders, she seemed to win incredibly well.

"Artin!"

Xiao Wu was the first to come forward and took A Ting's arm. She smiled with crooked eyebrows and pulled her to shake, feeling very happy.

"You will definitely win."

Ating let her sway, and after his eyes turned back and forth between Little Rabbit and Tang San, he asked with a smile: "Is it tricky? Isn't it hurt?"

"do not worry."

Tang San stared at her intently, as if he had known she would ask this question for a long time, and replied gently: "We are all fine."

"... "

Pursing her lips, Atin met his gaze, and the straight line beside her lips quietly raised, outlining a slight arc.

"Where is the master?"

Tang San blinked, feeling slightly confused: "Teacher, he...he is behind."

He furrowed his eyebrows calmly, still looking at her intently, with a bit of questioning in his eyes.

"I thought... I might have done something wrong."

Ating sighed helplessly. Just before the show ended, the reactions of the audience and the host seemed to vaguely remind her of something.

She seemed to have broken the balance that the other party had always had.

After hearing Ating's answer, apart from Xiao Wu being a little confused, Tang San subconsciously thought of her thoughts.

"It's okay, I'll take you to the teacher."

With that said, Tang San took a few steps forward, and gently held her wrist through the thin layer of clothing.

The moment the other party's warm body temperature was transmitted to him, Atin blinked and curled his fingers involuntarily.

"Then...Brothers, you go first, I'll go find Rongrong and Zhuqing."

There was something wrong with the atmosphere. Xiao Wu glanced at Tang San's movements, then quietly let go of A Ting's hand, said hello, then turned around and slipped away.

Seeing that slender figure flash away, Ating lowered his eyes uncomfortably, and with the corner of his eye, he saw Tang San's slightly swollen auricles.

Neither of them said a word until they stood in front of the master, and then they separated.

"I watched your game."

Without looking at Tang San, the master looked directly at Ating and said straight to the point: "It's very good, but there are some obvious mistakes."

"I'm...too showy."

Ating moved his lips and lowered his eyes under the gaze of the master.

"I heard that your opponent is a member of a team called Mad Warriors. She had never failed before this one-on-one match."

She has never failed, which means she has never failed in a one-on-one spirit battle.

"There is another team battle tonight. Because we registered late, your positions are relatively low, but there is no guarantee that you will probably face them."

"... "

After listening to the master's words, Atin closed his eyes, and the groove between his eyebrows tightened again and again, becoming deeply knotted.

"Artin, what's your trump card?"

"The trump card...?"

Biting these two words, Atin was startled, and his pupils shrank quickly: "The voice of the siren."

This was the only thing she didn't use in the game.

"No need to worry."

Compared with Atin's worries, the master looked very relaxed. He opened his eyebrows and told her very normally: "You have to know that the word "Siren" will be more popular in the future than it is now. Wider.”

He could foresee how much waves would be caused when an unfamiliar word spread.

"Don't tie your hands and feet, just let go and fight."

In this spirit fighting arena, if you want to hide your head and tail, it is just a fool's errand.

Tonight's team battle may be the opening show for eight people.

……

After the conversation with the master ended, Tang San and Ating followed the others step by step and walked towards the team battle lounge.

After being far away from several adjacent spirit fighting arenas, Tang San felt that his ears were liberated. The increasingly distant shouts were gradually isolated behind him. He couldn't help but exhale, tilted his head slightly, and glanced sideways at Atin.

The teenage girl had been quiet and her steps were in unison with him.

Tang San pursed his lips, and seeing that she had no reaction, he glanced at her a few more times.

She lowered her eyes and couldn't clearly see the look in her eyes. From his angle, he could only see her long eyelashes trembling as her eyelids closed.

"Artin."

The corridor that we turned into at this time was a bit long. Boss Dai and his other companions were in the front, a little far away from them.

But he didn't seem to be in a hurry.

Even though the surrounding walls were cold and hard, the lights above were dim and flickering.

He was never in a hurry.

He just patiently kept his pace and walked in harmony with her.

It wasn't until the moment Atin raised his eyes that he seemed to have finally overcome something. When those blue eyes looked at him, he stared at him resolutely.

"You have nothing to worry about."

Ating was stunned for a moment, and his beautiful eyebrows, which were about to form like mountain peaks, suddenly relaxed a lot.

"what?"

She didn't quite understand, and kept looking at him with her face turned sideways. Every feature on her face looked a little hazy under the half-dark light of the corridor.

"I am here now and in the future, and I will never let others hurt you."

He has always known how special Atin's martial spirit is.

Starting from Notting College, the questions that others secretly raised in those few years, to what Atin has experienced these days.

He actually knew that everything was extraordinary and that it was a big mystery that he could not touch for the time being.

Before he said this, Tang San's thoughts were very confused, as if there were many confusions and questions mixed together, so complicated that he didn't dare to think about it in detail.

He likes Atin, very much.

From the beginning until now, he had always maintained the purity of this feeling. Even though Tang San had inevitably guessed what was behind all Atin's encounters, this thought almost sprouted in his mind. In an instant, they were pressed down by him, leaving only the confusion caused by the inseparability between each other.

Just now, when he noticed the nervousness that A Ting inadvertently showed when she was talking to the teacher, he seemed to realize what she had been hesitating about before.

"You believe me."

Looking at the pair of obsidian-like eyes in front of him, Ating opened his lips, but didn't say anything.

To him, she was a mystery.

But this person can't keep his eyes open...

Atin tugged at the corners of his lips, stretched his fingers to the side, and weakly covered them from the front of his palm.

In the blink of an eye, before Tang San could react, she turned her hand into a fist and withdrew it to her side.

"Ah."

As the Master said, she shouldn't be tied down anymore.

You can't hide secrets inland. The waves will roll in sooner or later, so why should she bother to stop them.

That night, the coolness had already seeped into the interior of the Great Soul Fighting Arena.

There are no stars or moon in the sky at the four corners. The thick black curtain sets off the dead branches of the trees, as if they have merged into one. It is impossible to distinguish the appearance, and it is impossible to tell the authenticity.

At that time, the team competition was almost over.

In a small room, Flanders reached out and opened the window at hand. When he turned back, the cool breeze from the window also blew in slowly.

Although the wind was cool, no one felt cold at this time.

When the outfield bell broke the silence in the room and sounded together with the knock on the door, it was Flanders who suddenly spoke first.

"Come in."

Ringing the bell and knocking on the door, the two unexpectedly bumped into each other.

"I'm sorry everyone, the next show is yours. According to the rules, please follow me and wait outside the venue."

A young man knocked on the door, stood outside, and finished this long sentence with his head lowered.

"Okay." Flanders nodded, then glanced at Dai Mubai, indicating him to take everyone out.

Logically speaking, accompanying persons are not allowed to enter the venue and can only watch the game from an independent stand higher than the auditorium.

After seeing off the eight young men, Flanders, Grandmaster, and Zao Wu-Ki headed towards the stands almost without stopping.

On the other side, the game is not over yet. Eight people have just stood outside and are gathering together to recharge their energy.

"How big is this place?"

Looking at the surrounding furnishings and the shouts that came in from time to time, Ma Hongjun sighed and said: "The people who built it must be very wealthy and wealthy."

"Can't you take a break?"

Oscar, who was standing in front of Ma Hongjun, looked intolerable: "You can't keep your big mouth shut even while standing here."

"Hey, Xiao Ao...wow..."

Halfway through the conversation, Ma Hongjun opened his eyes wide and looked aside at Oscar with all his strength: "Look at those people..."

Being pushed by a certain fat man, Oscar reluctantly turned his head and glanced in the direction he pointed.

I saw the oncoming group of people strutting in with their heads held high.

Stop right across from them...

Oscar rolled his eyes and said nothing.

"Yo."

Standing among a group of rough guys on the opposite side was a young girl with beautiful appearance and graceful figure.

Obviously, only she could pronounce this high-pitched "yo".

Several people from Shrek looked at each other, but no one paid any attention to her. Seeing that the girl's face was slightly blue, Tang San thought for a while before explaining to Dai Mubai in a low voice.

"Which one of them?"

The big man at the head suddenly asked. He was over two meters tall, and he was as big as a mountain of blocks. The dark muscles on his arms were even more frightening.

"That girl."

The beautiful girl raised her chin and glanced directly at Atin with her cold eyes.

"Nice face."

The big man hugged his arms and said to the girl as if he was joking, "But I don't have as good a figure as you."

After teasing, the big man stepped forward and walked towards Ating boldly.

His movement was obvious to anyone with a discerning eye. Tang San's expression turned grave, he raised his foot and stepped forward, blocking Ating tightly. His usually gentle eyes seemed to be covered with frost at this moment. The cold light looked at the big man who stopped.

Beside him was Dai Mubai, who had just stood still. Both of them were tall, firmly blocking each other's sight.

"What do you think, you are the only one taller??"

Ma Hongjun made three bah-bah-bah sounds, stiffened his back, and punched Dai Mubai, glaring at the big man angrily.

"Maybe it's just a body, not a brain."

Oscar stood on the other side of Tang San and took over the words with a smile: "Fat man, is he against the teaching materials, or you are better."

"Xiao Ao is good, he has good vision."

The fat man replied cheerfully, crossing his hips to add a lot of momentum.

"You haven't even grown your hair yet, so you're just looking for death?"

The big man's fierce eyes widened, he raised his arm suddenly, and wanted to clap his hands.

"stop!!"

In the midst of the electric light and flint, a powerful voice came in. The big man made a move and looked over in annoyance.

I saw a middle-aged man striding forward. He didn't even look at the fierce look on the big man's face. He looked around at everyone almost indifferently: "My surname is Ao. I would like to advise you, if you want to fight, go to the stage and fight. If you are injured, The cost of destroying one of the furnishings here is more expensive than hurting yourselves."

He spoke coldly, and even the emphasis in his words was on things, not people.

Pity these people who are fighting. Looking at the people fighting, they are not even as good as a few decorations.

"Manager Ao, that's disrespectful. I can't hold it back for a moment."

Looking at the big man again, he had already put away his fierce look and began to lower his head to please him in a low voice.

"It's only a matter of three things, Kuangxi, don't let me see you running wild on my territory again."

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he walked away, not even bothering to listen to Kuangxi's series of humble words. He seemed to be the embodiment of this great spirit fighting arena, pursuing interests first, and everything else was in vain. negligible.

"Boss Dai, forget about them, let's go."

Ma Hongjun glared at Kuangxi, who was yelling harsh words and calling his teammates to leave. He snorted twice and sarcastically said in a voice that only a few of them could hear: "He's just a bitch. I know how to pretend.”