“How do you try?” An Lan took another bite of the melon.
Qiang Wei challenged, “Let’s have a fight. Practice makes perfect.
We’ll fight you alone.”
An Lan was seriously injured a few days ago, so it was difficult to attack him. Now Qiang Wei finally found a legitimate reason to beat him up.
“You guys are a bunch of second-generation and third-generation people. It’s not appropriate to beat me, a second-generation person.” An Lan asked with a smile.
One-on-one or even one-on-three is of course easy to beat, but one-on-six, even An Lan will feel troubled.
He has seen the training of the Xiongbing Company in the past few days. Although the technology and cooperation are still very immature, they have more or less formed a team.
Tank Ge Xiaolun, warrior and deputy tank Liu Chuang, warrior and controller Cheng Yaowen, mobile units Zhao Xin and Rui Mengmeng, ADC Qilin, tactical core Qiang Wei.
The team that was highly expected by the Super God Academy to fight against the Taotie Legion can’t be that bad even if it is bad now.
“Are you scared?” Qiang Wei raised her chin and looked down at An Lan who was eating melon.
“No, Qiangwei.”
Before An Lan answered, Ge Xiaolun in the queue couldn’t hold it anymore and asked in confusion: “Why do you have to fight with Brother Lan?”
In addition to being puzzled, Ge Xiaolun was a little afraid of An Lan.
Although An Lan usually looked very unserious, he could make all kinds of complaints and jokes at will, and seemed easy-going and could get along with anyone.
But once he entered the combat state, An Lan would become strangely violent and wild, and he would keep talking nonsense and be extremely fierce and fierce.
It was hard to tell which one was the real him.
This kind of An Lan made Ge Xiaolun a little afraid, because of the unknown.
Qianwei also vaguely sensed the fear in Ge Xiaolun’s heart, and scolded him with regret: “It’s just actual combat training, why don’t you dare to fight him?
You are a divine body, or an invincible body, you won’t die, what are you afraid of!?”
“The divine body may not die…” Ge Xiaolun muttered in a low voice.
The last three-generation top beast-body crocodile god Sodon, who claimed to be immortal, was just blown up by An Lan with one punch a few days ago.
emmm…
Rose was silent for a moment. Okay, the divine body is indeed not truly immortal, but are you a little too cowardly?
“What are you arguing about?”
Captain Lena finally spoke up, scolded a few people, and said: “Am I too kind to you in normal times? Don’t you know that you must obey orders?
Who told you to speak?”
Rose curled her lips and stopped talking.
Lena paced back and forth and said: “Originally, this afternoon, I wanted to let you team up and I team up alone to have a confrontational actual combat training.
But I think Rose’s idea is not without merit.
Manager, I remember you promised the dean that you would be an assistant teacher for a few days, right?”
“That’s the case.” An Lan nodded.
“Are you free today?” Lena continued to ask.
“I’m always free.”
After a pause, An Lan continued to smile and said, “And coincidentally, I’m in a very bad mood today.”
Originally, I was in a good mood, but after Angel Yan left, my mood became bad.
“That couldn’t be better.”
Rena clapped her hands happily, put one hand on her waist and turned to face Qiangwei and others, scolding: “In this case, An Lan will be your opponent in the exercise this afternoon.
How about it, are you surprised?”
“Don’t.”
Ge Xiaolun put on a bitter face and said timidly: “How about Sister Lena, come in person?”
Ge Xiaolun was still a little afraid of An Lan. Although he was not a god, he killed a third-generation peak beast a few days ago.
Although the third-generation peak beast was not in good condition, the Xiongbinglian was just a group of recruits.
What if An Lan didn’t stop…
“Haha.”
An Lan ate the melon and laughed: “That’s great, I never thought that you could choose your opponents.”
The opponents on the battlefield will not stand there, like goods in the window for people to choose.
The team members are so naive, and Lena, as the captain, is a little embarrassed and scolded: “Xiaolun, what are you talking about?
Will you choose your opponents on the battlefield? Will all the opponents you encounter in the future be my type?
During training, fight with different types of enemies as much as possible, so that you can be more calm on the battlefield in the future.”
Ge Xiaolun was speechless.
An Lan is indeed dangerous, but there is Lena standing next to him. Even if An Lan really loses control and kills in the battle, Lena can at least stop him.
On the real battlefield, there is no safety guarantee.
“Okay, it’s settled. It’s just An Lan, let’s get him!”
Qiangwei cheered for her teammates passionately, her heart was eager to try, 7V1, how could she lose with a dragon on her face? Even if she lost, it wouldn’t be a disastrous defeat, right?
Finally, there was a reasonable and legitimate reason to beat An Lan up.
Seeing that both sides had no objection, Reina turned around and asked An Lan: “You have fewer people, you decide the rules, the venue, and the method of determining the winner.”
“How can there be so many rules?”
An Lan pointed at the ground with a machete and said: “On this training ground, the method of determining the winner is also very simple.
Which side completely lies down and can’t stand up will lose.”
Quite straightforward.
The rules have been set, and after agreeing on some precautions, Reina withdrew from this area.
Zhao Xin, Rui Mengmeng, Qilin and others, under the command of the acting captain Qiangwei, moved to their respective tactical positions in an orderly manner according to the deployment.
Only Liu Chuang and Ge Xiaolun were left in front of An Lan.
“Do you feel like we have been abandoned?”
Ge Xiaolun held the Void Great Sword in his hand, swallowed his saliva, glanced at An Lan who was eating melons, and asked Liu Chuang beside him.
After more than half a month of training, the gap between the two cannot be said to be completely eliminated, but the distance has indeed narrowed a lot, and they can more or less say a few words.
“Indeed.”
Liu Chuang was also a little embarrassed. Compared with Ge Xiaolun, he had a great psychological shadow on An Lan, after all, he was beaten to death twice.
Originally, I was still expecting Qiangwei to have some exquisite tactical arrangements, but I didn’t expect that it was a simple and crude tactic of letting the two third-generation gods hold An Lan in close combat, and the others waited for an opportunity to move.
This can also be called a tactic.
“Haruki Murakami said that pain is unavoidable, but suffering is optional.”
An Lan threw away the machete and half a watermelon in his hand, slowly stood up and looked around.
Then he took out the dangerous trigger with his left hand and smiled: “I will train you well.”
Maybe because of the departure of Tianshi Yan, An Lan was in a bad mood today. Violence is the best way to relieve mood and vent emotions.
Luckily, every time An Lan was unhappy, there were sandbags delivered to his door.
Suddenly I knew that there was another meeting to be held, and the comments and comments of this chapter may have to wait until November to resume.
