[Tutorial] The joke of the clown

Everyone's nerves are tense at this moment.

The situation was too one-sided, one fought and the other fled.

"Sure enough, close combat is a pitfall for An Sheng." Reborn pressed down on the brim of his hat, "You will die in one jump."

"Hey! Reborn!" Sawada shouted from the side: "It's too unlucky to say that!"

Yamamoto raised his eyebrows, and pressed his palms on the transparent cover—think of a solution, Ah Di.

At this moment, An Sheng Qiao Di made a sudden move.She began to resist every attack of the opponent.

Everything seemed to be back to the original place again, she seemed to be able to predict the direction of the opponent's next attack, and resisted it accurately every time.

The movements of the two became faster and faster, making people dazzled.

"It's so fast!" Ah Gang stared at the situation in the field, "I can't see clearly."

"It's really amazing." Yamamoto said, "It resisted without omission."

Prison Temple narrowed his eyes: "It seems to be able to predict."

"It's not a prediction, it's just an accurate calculation." A male voice interfaced.

"Ciao~Akaroa."

"Hello, Mr. Reborn."

"Yo, Reborn."

Two men in black suits greeted Reborn.

"Reborn, who are they?" Gang asked.

"Hey, young Pengelie Judai, I am one of Anson Georgette's tutors, Foster Zhenhe."

"Governor, Aaronson."

"It turns out that Ah Di has two tutors, no wonder they are so powerful!" Yamamoto laughed.

Asen shook his head, "No, for Anson Qiaodi, I can only say that she is a genius."

"Hmph, to say she's a genius is better than to say she's a lunatic." Zhen He interfaced.

Regarding the two evaluations of the tutor, Yamamoto looked sideways in surprise: "Eh? Why?"

Zhen He glanced at him, "Boy, you'll know after reading it."

How can it be!Annabelle became suspicious.No matter how she moves, the opponent seems to be waiting there just in time to take over.This owl claw has various changes, and she is extremely fast, the opponent cannot have time to judge.

"So that's how it is." An Sheng Qiao Di said suddenly.

What!Annabelle became alarmed.Suddenly, the killer girl's attacking gesture changed, and she began to resist.

Annabelle's pupils dilated, and she could hardly believe what was happening before her eyes.

An Sheng Qiaodi's five fingers bent into claws, her movements were unpredictable, and her attacks were fierce and neat.

What she is using now is exactly Annabelle's owl claws!

"When Qiao Di is really focused, her memory will memorize quickly. Her previous dodging and retreating were the steps of collecting data, and her subsequent resistance can be said to be analyzing the data. Now, she is achieving the result." Asen calmly Analyzing.

Zhenhe snorted, "Slap the opponent in the face on the spot... Only this lunatic can do it."

I still remember that time, Foster Zhenhe was still Xiao Zhenhe.

That time was an intra-team sparring in the Black Blood team, and the opponent he assigned was Luo Qiaodi.

Looking at the girl on the opposite side, Comrade Xiao Zhenhe, who is the main attacker of strategic violence, was deeply entangled at this moment—ah, did he plan to make the defeated little girl happy afterwards?Or was it deliberately defeated?

It turned out that he was completely overthinking, and he was slapped in the face by the opponent from the very beginning of the duel.

Analyzing the opponent's tricks and turning them into his own is Luo Qiaodi's forte [pretend/slap in the face].

"Of course, this has to be the case that the opponent didn't magnify their moves at the beginning, otherwise even Qiao Di would have finished the game." Zhen He said.

"That's what makes Qiao Di great. She takes advantage of the opponent's psychology." Asen said, "That's - underestimating the enemy."

"...This pose." Reborn said suddenly.

An Sheng Qiaodi on the field suddenly withdrew his claws and changed into a fist, his originally weird and erratic movements became stretched and tight, combining rigidity and softness.

"!" Zhenhe stared at the tiger eyes, "I'm Xinyi Liuhe Fist! This move she used is..."

The hooded girl's face was calm, and she grasped the loophole created by Annabel's impatience. She grabbed the opponent's right elbow, stepped forward with her right foot, and took advantage of the momentum to punch her left fist, hitting the target!

"It's appeared! Liuhe, step up to the sky cannon!!!"

Annabelle in the arena was thrown into the air by the blow, and slammed heavily on the transparent cover, making a muffled impact sound and a muffled moan of pain.

"Hum..." Asen remembered something, and suddenly laughed out loud.

With a very tired expression on Zhen He's face, he recalled the glorious days when he was slapped in the face by Uncle Qiao.

An Sheng Qiaodi's movements did not stop, she saw her fingers interlaced, and several cards appeared at her fingertips.

——Activate the skill, Clown's Restraint.

——S-level skills.

The cards rushed from her hand to Annabel who was already standing up, and the cards overlapped like ropes, tightly encircling Annabel's limbs.Annabelle moved her left arm and found that she couldn't break free from the seemingly fragile chain of cards.

"Ansheng, Qiao Di!" It was the voice squeezed out between teeth, carrying Annabel's resentment.

"..." An Sheng Qiao Di didn't make a sound, but pulled the brim of the hood, and a sharp arc was drawn at the corner of his mouth.

——The situation is reversed!

"Yoxi! Well done!" Gang called.

Hearing this, Prison Temple quickly said, "Don't worry! I won't let you down, Judaime!"

Just as Yamamoto was about to say something, he subconsciously looked at Valia, and his brows that had just been loosened frowned again.Valya was too calm, and they seemed to be full of confidence-this was too abnormal.

Yamamoto turned his gaze back to the field, be careful, Ah Di!

"It's not over yet." Asen said, "Joe Di's opponent is a woman called 'Crazy Nicket'."

"What does that matter? In terms of madness, she can't compare to Qiao Di." Zhenhe laughed loudly.

crazy?Yamamoto pursed his lips.

Annabelle's delicate and charming face was covered with dust, and the corners of her lips were stained with bright red.After struggling to no avail, she stopped moving, but was quietly restrained by the poker, like a butterfly waiting to die on a spider's web.

But those charming eyes stared at the opposite hooded girl, calmly brewing darkness.

She stretched out the tip of her tongue to lick the blood from the corner of her mouth, and showed an elegant smile, which was the strange temptation of Gothic style.

"Anson and Qiao Di." She read aloud.

"I have to admit, you are a bit capable."

"However, do you really think I was caught by you so easily?"

The air around her seemed to be distorted, and a strange, dark and ominous atmosphere slowly spread.

"Hahahahahaha...hahahahaha!" Suddenly, Annabelle raised her head and laughed hoarsely, her eyes widened to the point of bursting.Her laughter was shrill, uncontrollable and uncontrollable.

The lights were on outside the arena, but it couldn't dispel the negative emotions in Annabelle's laughter.

It was a cold and piercing chill, which made people feel afraid.

Her laughter belonged to the darkness, like coming from the depths of hell, tainted with bloody breath and black cruelty.

"Hee hee hee... That guy Anna has gone crazy again." Bell said, "I hope we don't leave a permanent black shadow on our little friend."

"Now she is crazy." Mamon said: "It seems that only bloody killing and torture can bring her back to normal."

Scuvaro snorted, "There's nothing to see anymore, you can report the result to Boss."

"Night watch is the guardian of the night!" Annabelle shouted, "Night is darkness, destruction, killing, and fear! Eternal fear! This is the night watch, the night watch that spreads fear!"

"To spread fear is to become fear itself!"

"I! Annabelle! I am the embodiment of fear, the person who is most suitable for the Ring of the Night!"

"And you! What are you? Just a piece of trash that hasn't been baptized in darkness and blood!"

"Hahahaha! Hahahaha!" Annabelle laughed wildly, and suddenly turned around and chopped the cards that bound her hands and feet into pieces.The Hidden Blade protruded from her sleeve, glowing with a cold silver light.

"Blood, blood, I want blood! I want your An Sheng Qiao Di's blood!!!" The screams were as shrill as ghosts.

Annabelle's smile was dangerous, and she slowly drew out the long blade at her waist, "Then come on, bloodthirsty, and donate her blood to me!"

On the blade as thin as a cicada's wing, blood-colored fluid flowed.

The author has something to say: ——The reason why I updated so early today is because I accidentally got up early