The End of the World: Chaos

Quicksilver and Yang Yi were sparring with each other on the training ground, the atmosphere was relaxed and lively. Quicksilver was agile and kept moving, like a raging wave, occasionally making some funny moves to try to attract Yang Yi's attention.

"Hey, Yang Yi, can you please hurry up? I've been waiting here for what feels like a hundred years!" Quicksilver couldn't help but shouting loudly, floating in the air like a horse that has broken free from its reins.

Yang Yi half-sat on a mottled tree trunk, his arms folded, his eyes wandering, and said lightly: "Are you showing off your speed? I don't have time to watch your performance." There was a bit of fatigue in his tone.

Quicksilver curled his lips, feeling helpless and uneasy. He turned around gracefully and suddenly stopped in front of Yang Yi, smiling like a flower: "Ran Er, why don't you applaud me to show your encouragement?"

Yang Yi couldn't help but chuckle, covered his mouth with his hands, shook his head and said: "I think your speed is like a dog barking under the moon."

Quicksilver showed resentment on his face, pouted his lips and said: "Yang Yi, how can you ridicule me like this? If it is really as you said, I am afraid that his dog will smell it and pick it up!"

"Do you think you are the only one who can be a cute dog?" Yang Yi raised the corners of his mouth and looked at him slightly.

"More than that, who doesn't want to be a cute dog? Don't you think I'm quite handsome?" Quicksilver's eyes flickered as he looked at himself, like a narcissistic young man.

Yang Yi rolled his eyes at him and said coldly, "You are so handsome, let's get down to business. I don't want to waste my time chatting here."

"Business? What do you mean by business? Don't you need to see my amazing speed?" Quicksilver looked innocent and sincere.

"If you keep showing off, I will think that you have discovered the meaning of your existence." Yang Yi slowly stood up, brushed off the dust on his clothes, his tone gradually becoming impatient.

"I never thought this was childish!" Quicksilver winked mischievously, stretched out his finger towards Yang Yi, and poked him provocatively: "Do you dare to let me see the power of your following?"

"Don't think I will retreat because of intimidation," Yang Yi's eyes flashed, and then he stretched out his fingertips and slowly touched Quicksilver's finger, like a confrontation between thousands of troops.

Quicksilver's smile froze instantly, and he took a step back, a look of fear on his face: "You...you really dare?"

"If you dare to move, I guarantee that your fingers will disappear without a trace in an instant." Yang Yi's tone was firm, like the wind in the Gobi Desert, and there was no room for doubt.

Quicksilver's heart tightened, realizing that Yang Yi was not joking, and his expression changed from provocative to serious: "What...what do you want?"

"I want to know your real business. As for why you should be grateful to me?" Yang Yi lowered his voice and asked meaningfully.

Hearing this, Quicksilver coughed lightly, tried to organize his thoughts, and slowly replied: "Actually, I want to thank you for protecting me during the battle. If it weren't for your help, I would have been in trouble, so I want to find a good opportunity to thank you in person."

"You don't have to be particularly grateful for this. You and I are both righteous men, and helping each other is a matter of course." Yang Yi shook his head. Although there was a hint of indifference, there was less cruelty in his words.

Quicksilver was unwilling to give up, but he was not willing to give up easily: "But I always feel like a burden to you and always rely on you. Do you really think it's annoying?"

Yang Yi glanced at him, sighed, and expressed concern in his words: "I understand your pain, but a quick victory is the key. You must be more confident and stop doubting yourself."

"I know, but even with your support, the fear in my heart is still hard to get rid of." Quicksilver looked dissatisfied and bit his lip angrily, "There are some things that I can never overcome that fear."

"Fear is not fear. The key lies in how you deal with it." Yang Yi's tone gradually softened, turning into serious and concerned words.

"Then how do you think I should face it?" Quicksilver looked at Yang Yi with anticipation in his eyes.

"Find an opportunity to truly surpass yourself, rather than relying solely on the help of others." Yang Yi said in a firm tone, as if he was planning the next training.

Quicksilver pondered for a moment, and seemed to have understood something. He made up his mind secretly: "Okay, I will work hard and no longer be afraid. Next time I will prove it to you with my actions!"

"Very good, I look forward to that day." Yang Yi smiled and patted Quicksilver's shoulder.

Quicksilver felt warm in his heart and raised his head and said, "I will try my best! But after I prove myself, you have to treat me to a meal!"

Yang Yi shook his head helplessly: "If you can fulfill your wish, I will not only treat you to a meal, but also a sumptuous banquet!"

"Deal!" Quicksilver stood up as if he was basking in the spring breeze, raising his arms as if he had already secured victory.

"Well, don't just think about the feast, do the training first!" Yang Yi couldn't help laughing, and took Quicksilver back to training. The sun shone, and the two of them reflected each other in the training ground, forming a whole.

"Quicksilver, come back a hundred times and don't forget to fight quickly and decisively." Yang Yi gave the order in a deep voice with a serious expression, as if he was planning a battle.

Quicksilver responded, calmed his mind, and moved steadily, like thunder, and moved as fast as the wind, approaching Yang Yi. But Yang Yi was as steady as a rock, and instantly entered the fighting state.