midnight ten

One on one day, 9:00 am.

The VIPs stepped into the shopping area at the last second of the appointed time.

Today, Fan Peiyang is wearing a black shirt, which is buttoned all the way to the neckline. In addition to the cold and chilling temperament, there is also a trace of abstinence and a trace of sexiness, which are obviously contradictory, but perfectly integrated.

Brother Yue was already wearing a flowered shirt and two younger brothers were waiting there. His eyes were impatient, but he was still calm, but it was a flowered shirt. When he saw the four of them coming in, he immediately stepped forward with a sneer.

"I thought you ran away before the battle." He squinted at the four of them, and raised his thumb to touch his chest, "Our homecoming team does not bully others, you four, we are four today, both on and off the field are fair .”

Zheng Luozhu also took a step forward, and took out the bank card from his pocket - the boss's - with his jaw raised: "Stop talking nonsense, how big is the training ground?"

Hua Shirt walked directly to the projection screen and started to operate: "Save your little money and buy it for healing after losing money."

Zheng Luozhu followed, and before he clicked to buy "5-10 people training ground", he reached out to block it.

The flowered shirt glared at him: "What are you doing?"

"Don't get me wrong, I won't stop you if you want to spend money," Zheng Luozhu directly clicked on the projection screen, unchecked [5-10 people training ground], and selected [20 people or more training ground], "buy this."

The flowered shirt is inexplicable: "There are only eight of us."

Even if it is too small, it is enough to change to a [10-20 people training ground], do you need to change to the biggest one?

"It's so naive." Zheng Luozhu looked at him sympathetically, as if looking at a naive child, "You don't know anything about my boss's fighting power."

Floral shirt: "..."

Although I don't think so, the Home Returning Mission is not short of that little money, so you can buy it if you buy it.

Zheng Luozhu watched with satisfaction that the [training ground with more than 20 people] had been purchased, and said to Hua Shirt: "When we fight later, you will know how to thank me."

At 9:20 water world time, eight people arrived at the training ground together.

It is indeed the largest training room, and it can play a small football game. If two people stand at the two ends of the diameter of the circular field, they will definitely have to shout.

Fan Peiyang and Brother Yue walked into the center of the training ground at the same time.

Flower Shirt and his two little brothers stood on the periphery of six or seven meters away from them. When he turned his head, the three VIPs had already retreated to the far wall. like.

"Are you sick—" The floral shirt couldn't take it anymore, and wanted to run away since buying the biggest training ground.

Zheng Luozhu responded to him on behalf of the VIP spectator group: "Prevent accidental injury——"

The flowered shirt hehe: "Don't worry 120 fucking, our big brother's subordinates are sure to—"

Zheng Luozhu, Tang Lin, Nan Ge: "..."

President Fan didn't.

The sideline tidbits did not disturb the two on the court.

"There is only one rule for one-on-one, and disposable stationery is not allowed," Brother Yue said with a half-smile, "Others, feel free."

Whether to use a stationery tree or a weapon, it's up to you.

In the end, it's up to you whether you are injured or die.

Fan Peiyang nodded: "If you don't have an opening speech outside the rules, then I will start attacking."

He is tall, has long legs, has a good face, and has the aura of a fucking superior—Brother Yue is really upset to see Fan Peiyang from head to toe, very upset.

"The opening line? That's for pretending to be a criminal." The fat man smiled disdainfully, "Come on, let me see your skills."

That's the way it is said, but Brother Yue is not so simple as to think that one sentence can inspire Fan Peiyang to use the stationery tree.The one-on-one rule is that disposable stationery cannot be used, only stationery trees can be used, so in the final analysis, it is a contest between stationery trees, the first move is the first to reveal the hole card, no one will be so stupid...

"call out--"

A barbell plate just flew over from the equipment area.

Instinctively, Brother Yue dodged back, watching helplessly as the 5kg barbell passed against his face, rubbed against his round nose, and became slightly hot.

The nimble fat man dodged it, and the barbell didn't stop. He continued to fly in the direction of inertia, and came straight to the three of them.

The flowered shirt squatted down, and the two younger brothers hugged their heads directly. The barbell flew over their heads, and finally hit the wall of the training room behind with a "boom."

The three VIPs were not on this straight line and escaped unharmed.

The flower shirt and the two younger brothers quietly retreated to the base of the training room wall, and a 1.5-meter-square "protective net" was opened in front of him. It was unknown whether it was a stationery tree or a disposable armor.

On the battlefield, Brother Yue was still in surprise, not because he was surprised by Fan Peiyang's "moving objects through space", but because he exposed the stationery tree so easily: "Are you overconfident, or are you really stupid?"

Fan Peiyang looked at him lightly.

Another plate flew over, faster than before.

But Brother Yue gained experience, this time he hid more calmly, tilted his head slightly, and the barbell passed by, this time he didn't even touch his nose.

He sighed and shook his head towards Fan Peiyang: "If I were you..."

"boom!"

The conversation stopped abruptly.

The new barbell hit his beer belly sideways, sinking the fat on his stomach.

Brother Yue arched his back and looked down at the barbell that hit him.

Zheng Luozhu in the distance felt pain in his stomach, but: "The fatter he is, the thicker he is, the boss beat his stomach on purpose but not his head. His subordinates are merciful."

Looking at the flowered shirt across five or six meters horizontally, he looked comfortable after watching a good show.

Tang Lin's intuition was wrong, and he stared at the battlefield with a cold face.

"Dang--"

The barbell slides down from Brother Yue's stomach and falls to the ground.

"Teleportation attack, two at a time..." Brother Yue slowly raised his head, patted his belly twice, his voice was full of anger, and his face was as usual, "It should be the upper limit of the number."

Fan Peiyang's eyes flashed.

Zheng Luozhu, who was watching the battle, was stunned: "What's the situation? His stationery tree is a 'reinforced iron frame'?"

This is not a light blow, even if there is no internal injury, he will never straighten up so quickly, unless the fatter man has amazing endurance and his acting skills are crazy.

But the next moment, the fatter man broke the "acting theory".

With incredible vigor and speed, he rushed to Fan Peiyang in one fell swoop, and his shot was a punch.

That's not the speed of the wounded.

Fan Peiyang quickly grabbed his wrist with his sharp eyes, stopped the attack, and punched him back, hitting the opponent's right side of the face.

However, when he hit the opponent's face immediately, the speed of the fist suddenly slowed down, which was visible to the naked eye, at least half of the speed, as if the normal video was cut to 0.5 times the speed.

"What's the boss doing?!" Zheng Luozhu was anxious.

Tang Lin's heart sank: "His stationery tree is not a 'reinforced iron frame', but a 'slow down'."

Nan Ge: "Then nothing happened to him just now..."

"It's the wishing room, and he asked for body strengthening in it." Tang Lin remembered the person who pretended to be "Zhang Quan" and screened them in the elevator. The stationery tree of that person was "vines", and the indestructible "fingers" were Wishes in the wishing house.

Taking advantage of Fan Peiyang's "deceleration", Brother Yue threw off the restraint, easily dodged Fan Peiyang's attack, and at the same time punched him backhand.

With Fan Peiyang's current speed, he couldn't dodge at all.

But he didn't mean to hide at all.

A short knife volleyed in the air, faster than the previous barbell, and went straight to Brother Yue.

Hearing the sound, the fat man turned his head abruptly and frowned.

The sharp blade suddenly slowed down, also half the speed.

Zheng Luozhu and Nan Ge felt tense at the same time, the fatter stationery tree can not only slow down people, but also slow down items.Compared with Fan Peiyang's "can't move living things" restriction, it's not much easier to use!

As soon as the dagger slowed down, Fan Peiyang's speed recovered, and he jumped back.

At the same time, Fatty quickly retreated, dodging the speeding dagger.

The dagger hit the wall of the training room with a "dang" and fell.

Despite being cut in half, it's still not too slow.

Brother Yue was surprised at first, but then he understood: "The lighter something is, the faster it is."

Fan Peiyang was noncommittal.

"It's useless if you don't admit it, I've already figured out your cards," Brother Yue shrugged, "Teleportation, the number is limited, and you can only use what you have on the spot, you can't make it out of thin air, tsk, it's really troublesome Not a good stationery tree."

The situation on the field is obviously tilted.

The atmosphere off the court naturally follows.

"I advise you to admit defeat quickly," Tong said, leaning on the flowered shirt on the wall of the training room, looking sideways, and dancing towards the eyebrows of the three VIPs, "Don't you understand, that guy's attack is just tickling my elder brother, and it's also You guys are unlucky, the stationery tree is actually teleportation haha... Isn't this hitting Brother Yue's arms—"

This is true.

The three VIPs knew it well.

Fan Peiyang's attack relies on the "speed of the attacking object". The faster the speed, the greater the momentum. When encountering the "deceleration" of the fatter man, he is really restrained to death.More importantly, Brother Yue can also "slow down" people.This means that Fan Peiyang can't go through the two paths of "stationery tree" and "hand-to-hand combat".

But one-on-one, there is no third way at all.

The flowery shirt is so smooth, it saves Brother Yue on the battlefield: "Did you hear that? You are smart and admit defeat now, or wait for me to go over..." He deliberately moved his wrist slowly, as if he was accumulating energy, " You will be ugly."

Three meters apart.

Fan Peiyang stood there straight.

He can't move now, and every movement is 0.5 times the speed-the opponent quietly put the stationery tree back on him.

He could feel that force like a silk thread, wrapping him tightly from head to toe, hindering his every movement.

Brother Yue looked at him leisurely, as if admiring a small insect stuck in a spider's web.

"How did you say that handsome sentence before the fight... Oh yes," Brother Yue used the same sentence pattern, "If you don't have the link of begging for mercy and admitting defeat other than silence, then I will start attacking."

"Slow down by 50%," Fan Peiyang said suddenly. This was the first time he uttered a sound after the actual fight, and the voice was terribly steady, "The range is not limited, but only one object can be slowed down at a time. My summary of your stationery tree is as follows: Did you miss it?"

Brother Yue was stunned for a moment, his eyes suddenly darkened, and he was speechless.

Fan Peiyang said: "If there are any omissions, please add them. If not, this one-on-one should be over."

Brother Yue was overjoyed, helpless and funny: "In addition to talking loudly and being handsome, you have other skills..."

For the second time, his voice stopped abruptly.

But unlike the first time, this time, his face turned pale.

The VIPs watching the battle and the returning home team saw his changes clearly, but they didn't know why.

Why did the conversation suddenly stop?

Why did the expression suddenly change?

Why is the body suddenly stiff?

On the transparent dome of the training room, a huge whale swims lazily, casting a shadow across the center of the battlefield.

In this short moment, all the spectators caught a sharp light in the shadows.

It was a needle that stopped in front of the fatter man's right eye.

Push another millimeter and his eyes will be useless.

The needle is fixed in mid-air.

It shows that Fan Peiyang's manipulation has not stopped, he wants to continue, he can do it at any time.

And at such a short distance, even if the fat man added a stationery tree and slowed down the needle, it would be too late.

"I believe that your body strengthening includes eyes," Fan Peiyang shook his head regretfully, "but unfortunately, things that are too fragile, no matter how many times they are strengthened, are also Achilles heel."

Confrontation for a long time.

Brother Yue pulled out an unwilling wry smile: "You are fully prepared, I carelessly underestimate the enemy, this wave of surprise attacks, the loss is not unfair."

Fan Peiyang shook his head lightly: "Don't rush to admit defeat."

Lift the stationery tree.

The needle hanging in front of Brother Yue's eyes fell to the ground without a sound.

Brother Yue looked at him warily: "What do you mean?"

Fan Peiyang said: "Sneak attack is only used with masters, not with you."

After finishing speaking, he took out a piece of black cardboard the size of a matchbox from his trousers pocket, held it between his fingers, and showed it to Brother Yue.

Five thin needles were pinned neatly on it, as if a few metal threads had been drawn on the black cardboard.

"There are five needles left here, one needle counts as one attack, and you have five chances," Fan Peiyang said unhurriedly, "If you can dodge once out of five times, I will count it as your victory."

Brother Yue: "..."

This is no longer looking down on him, it is simply crushing him under his feet.

The flesh on his face trembled uncontrollably, Brother Yue gritted his teeth and said, "Let me remind you, you succeeded just now because you made a surprise attack and I haven't had time to use the stationery tree. Don't think that you are really powerful."

"Try it and you'll know," Fan Peiyang smiled, "It's the first time, here we come."

As soon as the words were finished, a needle on the black cardboard flew out with a "swoosh", without any bells and whistles, it just pierced Brother Yue's eyes.

Brother Yue does not dodge or dodge, concentrates, locks on the target the moment the needle is just flying, and puts on the stationery tree!

But when he wanted to hide, the needle had stopped before his eyes.

Still the right eye, still that fatal one-millimeter distance, everything is a perfect copy of last time, as if going back in time.

"How is it possible..." Brother Yue muttered to himself, unable to accept it.

He's 100% sure that his stationery tree is locked and working, but why isn't the needle slowing down?

"It's okay," Fan Peiyang was considerate, shaking the black paper card with four needles left, "You still have a chance."

"The second time." As Fan Peiyang announced, another needle flew out of the paper card.

Brother Yue tensed up, almost concentrating [-]% of his attention.

Not only him, but even the flower shirt and the two younger brothers who were watching the battle couldn't help but clenched their fists, giving the boss a big blow from the air.

Useless.

The second needle still stopped in front of Brother Yue in an instant, let alone dodging, without even a chance to blink.

the third time.

the fourth time.

There is still the last needle left in the paper card, and Brother Yue is already sweating profusely.

The rapid consumption of physical strength proved that he did not relax for a moment in manipulating the stationery tree.

But after four attacks, none of the four needles slowed down, which made him have great doubts about whether the stationery tree would work.

But he couldn't think of a reason for the failure.

"One last time." Fan Peiyang spit out these four words calmly and soothingly, not like an ultimatum, but a polite notice.

"Wait!" Brother Yue raised his hand to stop him.

Fan Peiyang raised his eyebrows.

Brother Yue took a deep breath, and shamelessly said, "My stationery tree is ineffective against your attack, it's the same a few times, but if I want to know the reason, you have to let me die to understand."

Fan Peiyang looked at him for a while, but neither nodded nor refused.

Brother Yue was impatient and wanted to talk, but saw the last needle coming out of the black paper card.

But he didn't attack, but hung beside Fan Peiyang's shoulder.

"Use your stationery tree." Fan Peiyang's instruction came without warning.

Brother Yue was puzzled, but still concentrated the last bit of physical and mental strength to manipulate the stationery tree and lock the needle.

This is the only time he put a stationery tree on the needle cover when he had enough time. If he was not sure about the previous four times, then there is absolutely no doubt this time. As long as the needle moves, it will be slowed down by 50% !

The needle moved, but the attack route remained the same.

Brother Yue frowned, and his whole body was tense and trembling due to the exertion.

The speed of the needle is slowing down—this is the clear feedback from the stationery tree.

But the speed of the needle did not slow down—this was what his eyes actually saw.

The moment the fifth needle stopped in front of his eyes, Brother Yue realized.

It wasn't that his stationery tree didn't work, but that the needle, which had been slowed down by 50%, was still too fast for him to dodge.

[I believe that your body strengthening includes eyes, but it is a pity that things with too fragile foundations are also Achilles heel no matter how many times they are strengthened. 】

This is what the opponent just said.

Conversely, the same applies when it falls on the opponent's needle - an attack with too fast initial speed, no matter how many times it is decelerated, it will still be fast.

No chance.

Brother Yue finally recognized a cruel reality. This battle is essentially a unilateral crush.

All the fine needles returned to the black cardboard one by one, still neat and well-behaved.

"Why didn't you use needles from the beginning?" Brother Yue couldn't figure it out, his head was about to explode, but he couldn't figure out why it took him so long to fight a battle that could be solved in a second.

Fan Peiyang put the black cardboard back into his pocket: "I want to see your stationery tree."

"And then? What do you think..." Brother Yue suddenly shut up when he realized what he was talking about. Damn, he cared about what the guy in front of him thought of his stationery tree. He must be crazy.

"I think?" Fan Peiyang admired his self-motivation, and really thought about it, "Slow down by 50%, the range is not limited, it can defend from a long range, and can assist in attacking in melee. Its comprehensiveness is higher than the average stationery tree level, which is not bad."

Brother Yue: "..."

Damn, I am so happy to be affirmed.

When he was so happy last time and still didn't enter the checkpoint, the big boss who came down from the last company he worked for took a pat on the shoulder and said that the young man did a good job, keep going.

The author has something to say: Mr. Fan's two most handsome moments, swiping the card and fighting~~