Magical Strategist

So I quietly found a corner and started practicing.

There are only two people in the huge training ground, only two people. It seemed empty and echoed with magic.

"What? Is the injury healed?" Haitang asked coldly with a straight face.

She actually took the initiative to talk to her! ? The real dragon replied in surprise: "You are here too, haha, what a coincidence."

Haitang rolled her eyes. She always hated the real dragon's careless look. He said: "If you don't want to recover soon, just keep struggling. No one will care about you anyway."

The real dragon shrugged and said, "Aren't you just taking care of me?"

"I didn't!" Haitang was anxious.

The real dragon didn't want to talk anymore and took the initiative to give way: "Forget it, keep practicing, and work hard for the competition in three days."

Haitang stared at Zhenlong for a while, and the scene of Meish hugging him and his sweet and ambiguous words and deeds appeared in her mind for no reason... After a while, she said again: "Come over and practice with me, how about ?”

"What's the fuss about?" Zhenlong frowned.

"Don't force it if you don't want to." Haitang said a little unhappy.

"If you're there, it's my honor." The real dragon followed quickly.

Looking at Haitang, her long black hair was tied into a ponytail. The sweat on her forehead fell one after another. Her delicate facial features were washed by the sweat and looked crystal clear. She was so tall that her body was attached to the wet magic robe. Somewhat sexy.

The real dragon couldn't help but swallow his saliva, showing off the man's true "color".

"Have you not seen enough of Meishi?" Haitang said with a straight face.

"What are you talking about? I've said the same thing countless times. Meishi is my senior, and I also agreed to join the Haiyan Gang. She pulled me along because she was happy that day." Vacuum explained again.

"I don't want to know anymore," Haitang said.

"Then you still ask...tell me, how to practice as a sparring partner?" Zhenlong asked.

"Fight me with all your strength." Haitang replied.

"What? You actually want to fight me?" the real dragon said with wide eyes.

"What's wrong? Isn't it possible? Only by constantly fighting can we improve ourselves faster and find a breakthrough point. I am now facing the bottleneck of the early stage of Golden Dou Qi. I want to break through to the mid-stage within three days." Haitang said.

"Remember that Guisan guy is in the early golden stage. With your strength, it should be no problem." Zhenlong said.

"I want to widen the gap with him so that I can be sure of victory," Haitang said.

"If you win, wouldn't the finals be a duel between us? Oh my God..." Zhenlong suddenly became surprised.

"It's so long-winded, hurry up." After saying that, Haitang put on a posture, as if he was about to launch an attack.

"Wait! I'll take off my clothes first. I only have the last two complete magic robes. I don't want to damage another one, otherwise I will have to wear "artwork"." The real dragon took off the magic robe three times and five divided by two. robe, with the upper body naked.

The body is strong, with well-defined muscles, and scars large and small are clearly visible.

Haitang stared at the real dragon's body for a while, a little unbelievable. It looked a little thin, but he still looked quite strong without clothes. After a long time, she suddenly asked: "Is that a tattoo on your right arm?"

Zhenlong was stunned for a moment and lied that he got the tattoo for fun in the past.

"Are you sure the injury is okay?" Haitang looked at the several new injuries on Zhenlong's body. They had just scabbed over and seemed to be about to burst at any time.

The real dragon smiled and said: "No problem. Also, can you stop staring at my body all the time? It makes me feel embarrassed."

Haitang's cheeks turned red, reaching to her neck.

"Then, please!" Zhenlong waved to Haitang.

"Be careful!" Haitang exerted her strength and burst out golden fighting energy.

The powerful air waves spread in all directions, making a "squeaking" sound against the surrounding walls.

At the same time, strong pressure swept over. Zhenlong felt that there was a stone weighing dozens of kilograms on his chest, and he was so stuffy that he couldn't breathe. I thought this woman was so strong.

Immediately afterwards, Haitang launched a fierce offensive. The real dragon couldn't resist it and could only keep running on its two legs. The movements are ugly, and sometimes they even have to roll and crawl, which is as embarrassing as it needs to be.

Despite this, Haitang's spells never hit the real dragon, and many times they missed by just a hair. She seemed to understand why the real dragon could defeat Kevin, Betty, and Angela. He was constantly wandering and dodging, and calmly analyzed, and finally found the opponent's weakness and won with one blow.

Sure enough, after Haitang's offensive ended, she wanted to take a breath, and then the real dragon suddenly attacked.

Whizzing……

Two muskets approached.

Haitang immediately blocked it with a crystal wall.

The real dragon ran extremely fast and appeared in front of Haitang in the blink of an eye.

Haitang was shocked because this guy's fighting style completely violated the magician's principle of "fighting at a distance".

After getting close, Zhenlong suddenly stretched out his hands and firmly grasped Haitang's arms.

Haitang was at an absolute disadvantage in terms of strength, and immediately became passive after being approached.

"Hehe!" Zhenlong changed his position, behind Haitang, passed his arms under her armpits, and clasped her shoulders tightly with his fingers, holding her tightly.

It didn't look like a fight, more like a real dragon hugging Haitang tightly from behind, very ambiguous.

"Let go! Let me go!" Haitang shouted while struggling.

"Don't let go. If you have the ability, you can break free." The real dragon smiled cheerfully.

"You are taking advantage of me!" Haitang said angrily. Perhaps she had never been "treated" like this.

The real dragon raised his eyebrows and said: "Oh yo yo, how can you say that? In battle, any action can occur. I admit that I can't beat you in a head-on battle, so I have to directly restrict you from using magic."

"You! You are sick! Quick, let me go!" Haitang kept struggling, and soon she could no longer breathe.

Seeing Haitang panicking and dancing, I felt a sense of conquest in my heart.

"Lil Dragon, I'm warning you one last time, let go." Haitang suddenly stopped struggling and became calm.

"So what if it's not loose, haha." The real dragon said with a smile.

"Hmph!" Suddenly, Haitang exerted force on her waist and threw her over her shoulder, slamming the real dragon onto the ground.

thump!

The real dragon landed on its butt and made a muffled sound.

"Ouch, it hurts! It hurts so much!" The real dragon covered his buttocks and cried like a wolf.

Haitang calmly straightened out the wrinkled magic and said coldly: "You deserve it! You are shameless!"

"What an insidious woman, why didn't you tell me earlier when she has practiced fighting skills?" Zhenlong looked pained.

"Why do I have to tell you?" Haitang pouted at Zhenlong with a look of disdain on her face. She said, "That's it? Can't stand up? How about a rest?"

"You, you made me angry, you know that?" Zhenlong got up from the ground in one fell swoop. He looked like he was going to fight Haitang desperately.

"Then let me see what you look like when you are angry." Haitang said provocatively.

Remembering the last time he had a sparring match with Haitang, he wanted to use his fiery red fighting spirit with all his strength, but his body couldn't hold on, so he stopped.

But this time, Zhenlong has more confidence in his body. In the past few days, he has continued to practice and make breakthroughs. His physique has been greatly improved, and he can completely resist the backlash of the fiery fighting spirit.