I have become stronger, but also shorter [comprehensive]

For some reason, when he caught sight of the man from the corner of his eye, Eric's eyes instantly became extremely sharp.

There is actually a road between them.

He was about to walk away, but he was facing in the opposite direction.

But it was revealed somewhere that the most important moment of this trip was this moment.

"Well?"

"what?"

A voice representing surprise came from the two mouths at the same time.

As if a strong wind had hit, the debris of the destroyed iceberg had been blown away and spread violently in all directions.

Powerhouses at almost the same level can have a tacit understanding.

Just as Eric stopped and turned his head at the first moment, across the road, the man in the very... very earthy yellow Superman suit suddenly looked at him, and there seemed to be intense electric sparks in his eyes.

Unsuspecting cars drove by recklessly on the road. If they drove a little faster, they might be implicated and frozen.

Fortunately, their staring at each other with a sudden rise in momentum was only for a short moment, and there was no real collision and friction.

But even so.

"you……"

In the hands of the silver-haired boy, there was no longer the piece of cake that affected his image.

He couldn't hide his astonishment at first, but after he intuitively noticed the abnormality, he felt excited molecules flowing in the blood and bones of his whole body, causing a shudder.

And he still doesn't know why he has such a reaction.

It's instinct—falling into a big environment full of boring and weak people, and suddenly found a "passer-by" who can catch your eye, so it's very normal to be unable to hold back your emotions.

"That's right, today."

Eric had forgotten all about cakes and desserts.

The young man's golden eyes were extremely bright, as if they were really dotted with dazzling stars.

He took a step forward, and the ground under his feet showed cracks and nets, and the visible and invisible strength was transmitted into the unknown depth of the ground with this step.

To be so anxious that he failed to control the strength well, for Eric, it could be regarded as quite a big mistake.

Well, it's okay, right?Since it is understandable, it doesn't matter if you get a little excited.

after all--

"Let's compete!"

The eager expression ignited by the flames seemed to appear for the first time on the face of this indifferent silver-haired boy.

If this scene is seen by people who know Eric, they will be shocked and suspect that their eyes have seen the wrong person.

He himself didn't even pay any extra attention to it, he just jumped across the road and stood on the side guardrail, perhaps when his figure was still a phantom, he made such a passionate voice:

"You can be my opponent, I can tell! Which of us is stronger, it's not obvious yet, but you will know after one game."

"Hey——" Halfway through the words, Eric felt inappropriate, and Eric frowned. It was extremely rare that he felt that it was not good to call an opponent who was close to him.

He is not stingy with respect for his "opponent".

"My name is Eric, well, the strongest man in the world."

The strongest man in the world completely ignored the exclamation that sounded because of his magnificent leap, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was not overly complacent, only the absolute confidence from the heart: "Before you appeared, I Pretty sure you're here now, and I—still think so!"

"........."

The man who was directly killed by the stranger did not speak.

Eric wasn't in a rush, nor was he worried.

At this moment, there was a raging fire burning in his chest, melting all the frozen ice.

There is nothing to worry about, there is no need to say anything, he understands!

This "opponent" he met by chance must have the same feeling as him.

Unintentionally encountering a strong man who seems to be evenly matched, even if it doesn't immediately sympathize with each other, it will ignite the heart of resistance!

It will, of course it will be this result.

Eric couldn't be more sure.

There is no need to elaborate on the reason, as long as you see this "opponent" looks similar to him.

look!The collision of similarities, the fire that burns in the pupils, the sharpness of finding an opponent who can compete, and that—

"..."

"……Um?"

I don't know how.

It is rare for a glacier to melt once under the high temperature, but unexpectedly so quickly, it ushered in the sudden cold wind again, bringing countless wind and snow.

The silver-haired boy's originally "enthusiastic" face suddenly solidified again, and his expression turned weird.

Slowly, slowly.

There was a stiff arc at the corner of his mouth.

"What kind of look is this?!"

From excited to calm to angry, the switch was so quick, all because of this passerby whose strength was unknown for the time being that Eric ran into by chance.

During the stare at each other not long ago, the man's sharp gaze seemed to be that Eric had misjudged his eyes—just kidding, how is it possible!

This person is now staring at the silver-haired boy with blank eyes without any emotional ups and downs.

The astonishing aura that was like a wave reaching the sky and covering the peak of the sun dissipated like a feather blown by the wind, leaving no trace behind.And this unique taste - the bald man who mixed the khaki fingertips and red gloves to make it more eye-catching, his whole style of painting has degraded!

Under the sunlight, his bald head was shiny, like a smooth and round egg.

……Thus.

It is even more perfect to match it with the lackluster hanging eyes.

The bald and cloaked man with a dull expression and eyes that makes people angry at first sight: "?"

The bald man looked at Eric again this time, and the situation was quite different from before.

"It's okay kid, what are you talking about strangely, it's time to go home, let's go, let's go, go home early." The bald man said these few words in a perfunctory manner, trying to send Eric away.

"..."

Sure enough, when Eric heard it, the unhappiness in his heart, which was still within the controllable range, immediately escalated.

He said with a bad expression: "It's just a competition, and I don't plan to do anything. Don't tell me you guys don't even dare to accept the competition?"

If the other party is really a coward and doesn't want to accept it, Eric will certainly not force it. If he doesn't agree with a word, he will turn his head and leave.

But the fact is obviously not the case.

He is particularly sensitive to changes in breath, not to mention subtle changes in objects that attract his attention in an instant.

At that moment, not only the man whose soul was bound in a weak body was ignited with "fighting will", but also the other person.

Eric still couldn't tell exactly what kind of emotion made up the impulse that drove him to meet without hesitation.

It only feels heavy, the source is far-reaching, and it is also shrouded in a fog that makes it difficult for the eyes to distinguish.

To roughly sum it up in more blunt words than instinct:

"He" seems to have been looking forward to the purest competition.

Any irrelevant impurities are not allowed to join, what "he" is looking forward to is an... opponent?

what happened.

The pale electric light cut through the darkness suddenly, separating the past and present that suddenly became chaotic.

Some dilapidated images flew across the slightly discolored boy's mind faster than lightning, leaving behind some messages, but pitifully few.

No matter how difficult it is to capture the afterimage, if it is confused with reality, it will be like ink falling into clear water, rippling and swaying ripples.

The feeling of this moment is naturally not good.

But in reality, Eric still didn't change his expression, as if nothing happened.

His attitude towards the bald man was angry and inexplicable, and he felt aggrieved by the fact that he had reached a consensus in the eye-to-eye, but in the next second he was recognized as an opponent who let go of the pigeons.

"Hey, do you want to fight or not?"

"How many times have I said, kid, go home early, and you will worry about your family if you say it, okay, okay, even if you follow me, I don't have money to buy you cake—"

"Who is a kid! No, who wants you to buy a cake?!"

"Ah, I didn't get the beef special at [-]% off, but the pork special at [-]% off is not bad either."

The bald man seemed to be really afraid that this active kid was coming to him for candy and cake, so he walked like flying with the bag of specials.

The passers-by who were on the street with them only felt that, with a whir, a gust of wind blew past them——

With such an astonishing speed, only Eric can keep up.

But keeping up doesn't change anything.

"... Completely ignored me."

Eric clenched his fists, and a cross representing anger popped out of his forehead.

He was too lazy to chase after him.

The irritability that had not been so active in recent days surged up again, and no one noticed for a while, a few strands of light mixed with silver threads faintly swam through the boy's already fiery golden eyes.

This may not bode well.

"If you don't want to fight, forget it!" He stopped.

The bald man noticed that his footsteps also slowed down a little.

At this time, the boy's cold voice came from behind: "I have something to ask you, you—"

"Let let let let let let let go!!!"

The untimely noise forcibly interrupted Eric's words.

In this corner of the hero world, by coincidence, chaos has emerged again.

Familiar scene, familiar plot.

A seaweed geek who snatched passers-by's property in public screamed and fled arrogantly. In the direction he was running recklessly, there happened to be two "passers-by" in front of him who didn't know much about interesting things and didn't have long eyes.

So, the weirdo yelled wildly: "Go away! Those two in front—"

Ah, what a misfortune!

From the moment he uttered the next two sentences, a tragic end was sealed.

"—a bald man without hair!"

"Baldy" stopped completely.

"—a little dwarf!"

The back of the "short" looked extraordinarily cold at this moment.

That strange man might still be wondering why neither the bald man nor the short man gave in. Aren't they afraid of being...

"Eh? Huh??...Ah???!"

Ahead, the bald man and the short man turned their heads at the same time, looking back.

The background is the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood in hell, and the style of painting changes suddenly.

The resentment between these two people had already solidified, their expressions were covered by shadows, only two pairs of eyes stood out brightly.

——Just like Shura is alive.

"You bastard……"

"Who are you talking about, bald/short?!!!!!!"