Cold, extreme cold.

The cold wind in the middle of the night was already chilly, and under the verbal battle between Allen and Johnson, it seemed even more cold and fierce.

The silent silence is like a glacier in the far north, with sharp edges and a chill that can penetrate the bone marrow.

Allen and Johnson had four eyes opposite each other, one lower and one higher.

But the things in the eyes are so consistent.

Unscrupulous murderous intent, clear murderous intent.

The bloodyness revealed from the depths of his eyes was clear even if Renard and Tropp were just watching.

call!

As the depressing atmosphere between the two became stronger, the wind suddenly rose between the two.

The momentum intersects, like thunder shaking, with a dull and powerful impact.

"But it's Roy's species, it's strong enough."

Johnson looked at Allen, the smile on his face became increasingly dangerous and his words were cold.

"There are more powerful people, do you want to see them?"

Allen raised his head and replied unwillingly.

"Your courage has attracted my attention, but I believe it must be a stupid decision."

Johnson ignored Allen's reply, and his eyes revealed obvious banter and tyranny.

"This is a good statement. Maybe after my father and you fought, he should have given such a conclusion."

Alan did not look angry about the other party's provocation, but just replied lightly.

However, this attitude can give Johnson a heavy blow than the unscrupulous attitude of showing his strong attitude.

Because that incident back then has always been a pain in his heart.

On weekdays, even if someone accidentally says he will put his shoes on the other party without hesitation, let alone Alan's heart-wrenching approach in person.

"If your purpose is to anger me, I can tell you clearly that you did it, boy."

"I'll crush your bones to let you know what kind of mistakes you've made."

As he said that, Johnson turned around and walked out the door.

The roar was as loud as thunder, becoming more and more obvious in the howling cold wind.

"I let everyone know that Selias is just a loser at my feet."

Hearing the other party's challenge, Allen chuckled, and then followed without hesitation, his steps were steady, strong and powerful.

Renard was extremely contemptuous of Johnson's behavior of bullying the other child if he could not beat the other's parents, and a contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

However, he was still very confident about Allen and greeted Tropp with anticipation, without any concern.

The four of them were traveling through the deep dark night. Because they were all silver-level powerful men, they moved forward very quickly.

In just a few minutes, they almost traveled through most of the imperial capital executive headquarters and arrived at the second half of the headquarters area.

"here it is?"

Looking at the series of rings in front of him, Renard couldn't help but look surprised on his face.

"This is a big arena at the Executive Office Headquarters, and it is a place for executive specialists to discuss and communicate."

"You should understand that you can never get a master after working behind closed doors. Actual combat is always the best way to completely absorb what you have learned and turn it into foundation."

"Only in this way can they gain valuable experience."

Tropp looked at Allen and Johnson, and explained to Renard without squinting.

"Are there any rules and regulations here?"

Reynard asked curiously.

"No, basically everyone can use it."

"The two sides of the challenge must reach an agreement and cannot carry out illegal measures such as coercion and coercion."

Reynard nodded with satisfaction for this answer.

After all, they are not illegal organizations, reasonable and legal, and should be the bottom line that the system should maintain.

Allen and Johnson naturally didn't know their communication.

One by one, one by one, and one behind, walked onto the biggest and the most sturdy one among the rings.

"Although the arena here can be used at will, it also has corresponding unspoken rules."

"Basically speaking, the black iron level is one level, and the silver level is another level."

"And the ring where Allen and Johnson are located is the only ring that can carry the silver-level battle."

Seeing this scene, it was probably to let Renard know more clearly, so Tropp took the initiative to transform into an explanation and explained the details.

Hearing this, Renard couldn't help but pay a little attention to this arena that claims to be able to carry silver-level battles.

You should know that ordinary silver ranks are already the city-level combat power that destroys cities and villages. A good player like Johnson is no problem for the destructive power of the environment.

Not to mention the existence of an exceptional level like Allen.

If the quality of the ring is not good, something will really happen.

So, Renard was very curious about what was wonderful about this arena.

Unfortunately, he had not yet studied too much, but found that the materials in this arena were particularly excellent and were enough to withstand the impact of the silver-level combat, the arena had already changed.

...

After walking onto the ring, Johnson looked at Allen and said with a smile: "If you regret it now, there is still a way out."

"As long as you choose to shout, the people in the Seurias family are all soft-boys, I can let you go."

"Otherwise, your fate may not be much better than your father who has long since died."

Alan didn't care about this obvious aggression and the lack of sincerity in persuading surrender.

His face was still calm, like an ancient well without any movement, without any slight waves.

"The question of whether the Seurias family is a soft-boy is determined since you were defeated by my father."

"I believe that the reputation created by a silver-level powerful man is not that unreliable."

Alan continued calmly as his face gradually flushed and his veins bulged on his neck.

"But I have one thing that I'm curious about."

"From your tone, I can clearly know that what you want to do to me is not just simply giving me a warning, but really wanting to take ruthless measures."

"So, please tell me what gave you such courage. Let you dare to be so unscrupulous after you have made great contributions to the empire."

As he said that, Alan slowly took out a long iron sword from the space magic tool and asked curiously.

His movements were neither too fast nor too slow, with a calm demeanor.

It was as if he was not going to go to the ring with an enemy with a long-cherished wish to fight to death, but it was just as simple as coming out late at night for a midnight snack.

Looking at Alan's appearance, Johnson, who had been resentful of the name of Seurias for a long time, looked even more flushed.

The scorching breath spewed out from his nose and turned into white mist under the cold night, adding vitality to the quiet black around him.

"Want to know?"

Johnson was panting as if he was suppressing something. While taking out his ID from the space magic tool and putting it on the sensor on the edge of the ring, he said with a strange smile.

"certainly."

Seeing this, Allen took out his ID and placed it on the sensor beside him.

Buzz!

The tremor suddenly came here like a beep.

The originally deep and deep arena that is as if it is integrated into the night. The complex magic energy circuit begins to charge instantly, litting the darkness of the night.

The next moment, as the magic energy circuits on the ring were lit up, dazzling streams of light suddenly rose and flew to the sky.

These streamers are colorful, but have a harmonious and unified beauty.

When they reached a certain height, they began to echo as if they had received some command, flashing with a changing light.

Then, beams of light intersected with each other, connecting all the light fixed in the air.

boom!

Accompanied by a dull sound, the light suddenly spread, turning into a seemingly weak but extremely tough light curtain, covering the entire arena and turning into a huge six-legged light cage.

"You will know if you win me."

It was not until this time that Johnson's low roar full of murderous intent and murderous aura reached Allen's ears.

At this same time, at the moment when the six-legged light cage was built, the battle officially kicked off.
To be continued...