Chapter 34 Interstellar 10

Yiluo slowly exhaled, closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the casualness in his eyes disappeared completely, leaving only a fighting spirit.

I don't know who started it first.

The two rushed towards each other at an extremely fast speed at the same time. Through the huge transparent glass, only two afterimages could be seen.

"So fast!"

Yiluo secretly sighed in his heart, and at the same time tried his best to increase his speed, striving to catch up with the speed of the person in front of him.

"Bang, bang, bang——"

The huge sound of the collision of flesh echoed in the silent space.

The bodies of the two people collided, quickly separated, and collided again.

Everyone watching the battle outside the glass couldn't help but hold their breath, staring at the movements of the two without blinking. "It

hurts so much—"

Taking advantage of the gap between them, Ilo controlled his expression and shook his arm that was numb from the shock.

The pain in his arm had not yet completely subsided, and Darien did not give Ilo a chance to breathe, and his long legs swept across and headed straight for the door.

"Bang—"

Ilo blocked with his hands in front of him, but was still thrown against the wall by the strong force.

The next second, the fist approached the door with a fist wind, and stopped just two centimeters away from Ilo.

"You lose."

Darien put down his fist, stretched out his hand and pulled up Ilo who was leaning against the wall.

"Eh, it's over?"

"Ah? Why do I feel like it's only been less than five minutes?"

"No, it's not that quick?"

"Damn, this speed and strength, this is not much different from the admiral, right?"

"Ilo, you are so miserable, Ilo, hahaha..."

"Stop laughing, if it were me, I might fall down faster than Ilo."

Darien looked at Ilo, who was slightly lowering his head and looked a little lost. He hesitated for a moment and stretched out his hand to put it on Ilo's head.

"Your speed is good, and you are also very skilled in unloading force, but you still need to improve your strength."

Darien, who usually speaks little, rarely speaks out such a long string of words.

"You can come to me next time."

Ilo, who lowered his head because his right leg was numb from the kick and couldn't stand up for a while, said:? →! ! !

At that moment, Ilo Harvic, Anatole's loyal fan, almost turned against him.

When Darien and Ilo walked out of the training room, the people outside were in an uproar, staring at Darien with eager expressions as if they had seen their own parents. Darien usually had almost no communication with strangers, and for a moment he felt a little uncomfortable being stared at

, so he silently took a step back and retreated behind Ilo.

Ilo did not notice Darien's little movement, and when he saw Darien walked behind him, he took a step to the left considerately, revealing Darien behind him. Darien, bathed in the gazes of the crowd again: ... "Who's next?" Darien put his fist to his lips and coughed, his eyes sweeping across the group of people in front of him from left to right. "I'll do it." Dorifen rubbed his hands together, and took a step forward eager to try. In. Out. "Next?" In. "Who's coming ?" ... "Next?" ... "Does this kind of physical strength and fighting power really exist???" Both the spectators and the people who got beaten up started to doubt their lives. The last time they encountered such an outrageous fighting power was when Anatole used them as a training ground. "No, I was kicked out after just one minute in." "Haha, I lasted three minutes." "Everyone almost went in vertically and came out horizontally, is there any difference?" "This kind of fighting power is close to the admiral at the top of the fighting power." "Well... if we only talk about fighting power, we should be comparable, but the physical strength should be more durable than the admiral?" "To be honest, there was a moment I felt like I was fighting the admiral, that inexplicably familiar fighting method and technique." "The skills are still a little different. Most of the time, the admiral prefers to attack head-on and pays more attention to the output of strength." " Look at Darien, it feels like he puts his strength on a certain part of the arm or leg more often, and strikes the body part with precision..." "As expected of you from the Military Strategy Department, your analysis is spot on." After knocking down most of the people present, Darien was gradually feeling a bit exhausted. His physical strength was quickly depleted in this high-intensity sparring, and Darien was now sitting on a chair to catch his breath. This group of people with bruises on their faces still had the energy to discuss heatedly. Darien wondered if he had been too gentle. As a mercenary in the past few years, Darien was actually better at assassination techniques that could kill with one strike. When attacking this group of soldiers, Darien actually specifically chose some places that would not cause much damage to the body but were painful, avoiding those vulnerable parts of the body. However, the group of people under Anatole were still a little beyond Darien's expectations. Both their fighting power and fighting skills were still very good. Especially the strong fighting spirit when they entered the combat state, which made Darien couldn't help but admire them. They were worthy of being Anatole's men. Darien glanced at the high-spirited soldiers in front of him with satisfaction. They didn't know what was going on and thought that Darien was signaling them to continue with his eyes, so they quickly stepped back. "Haha, Darien, you must be tired after fighting for so long, how about I take you back?"

Ilo, who was pushed out by the crowd, had to touch the back of his head and said with a wry smile.

"No need, I remember the way."

Darien remembered the route when he came here, so it was no problem to walk back, so he rejected Ilo's kindness.

"Well, if you need anything, just call me, I'm always available!"

Ilo shook the computer in his hand.

On the way, at the suggestion of Ilo, the two exchanged contact information for future contact.

Darien inexplicably thought of his own little Wade when he saw the cheerful and lively Ilo.

He had a good impression of Ilo because of Anatole, and his attitude softened a bit at this time.

When he was a mercenary taking on missions every day, Darien treated everyone who came to ask for contact information with a cold eye.

After saying goodbye to everyone, Darien left the training room and walked towards his lounge along the route in his memory.

The route from the training room to the lounge happened to pass the infirmary.

The closer to the infirmary, the denser the guards and patrol soldiers.

When Darien passed a patrol team again, he happened to meet Yuri who walked out from behind the metal door.

"Adjutant Yuri."

"Darien? Didn't I ask Iroh to be your guide? Where did this kid go again?"

Yuri saw that there was no one beside Darien, and asked through gritted teeth.

"I told him not to send me off. I remember the way back to the lounge."

Darien explained for Iroh.

"Well, in your direction, he didn't drag you to the training room, did he?"

Yuri looked suspiciously in the direction where Darien came from.

"Yeah, it was," Darien nodded. It was indeed Iroh who brought him to the training room, "but it's a good opportunity to exercise my hands and feet."

Darien thought for a moment and added, "They are indeed very good."

Hearing Darien's straightforward praise, Yuri's eyes were filled with a smile.

"It's good that those guys didn't offend you."

"By the way, do you want to go see the admiral? He has woken up."

Yuri leaned over to invite.