The view was wide, and it was almost entirely filled with training grounds for people with special abilities. The flags of the base were fluttering in the strong wind.
Ling Lang and Gu He, both in black training suits, walked towards the fighting arena in the middle, one after the other.
Ling Lang wrapped the bandage around his hands as he walked, circle after circle, and finally bit it with his teeth and pulled it tightly.
In the gloomy light, his face looked even more domineering and handsome, with a bit of ruffian air.
Gu He took off his coat and stretched his muscles. Many psychics gathered around him. He explained gently, "Friendly exchange! Captain Ling Lang and I met so late, it's a rare opportunity to exchange ideas."
Then he looked at Ling Lang again and smiled: "Captain Ling Lang, I heard that he is also a dual-powered person. He is also a genius who followed the Chief Judge to fight his way out of a bloody road five days ago. He should show mercy to my men."
Ling Lang's tone was a little more casual. "We already said we were sparring. I'm not usually the type to stop when I'm done. I feel like no zombie would stop when they're on the battlefield. Do you know what this place is called?"
"Isn't it just a training ground?"
"This is the training ground at the base, used specifically for life-or-death training for those with special abilities." Ling Lang stomped the ground. "Countless people have shed blood and nearly lost their lives here. What right do you have to demand a timeout? Once you step into this place, you must fight with all your might, fist to fist. No special abilities are allowed."
The psychics nearby also echoed.
"Major General, how long has it been since you came to the training ground? Don't you know the rules here? Hahahaha!"
"Once we're on this stage, it's real combat. We've taught batch after batch of students in the training grounds, but we've never said anything like 'stop when you're done' or 'show mercy'!"
The words were barely finished.
Ling Lang was the first to punch.
The fist was as swift as the wind and hit Gu He's face.
Although Gu He was prepared, had strong defense and quick reaction, he was still almost knocked back a few steps by the punch.
He is also a top-level psychic who has come out of the training ground in the past few days.
However, no special abilities can be used here.
After a few moves, under Ling Lang's offensive, Gu He gradually found the rhythm, raised his hand to gather strength, and collided head-on with Ling Lang with a punch.
It seemed as if the air was trembling.
Gu He withdrew his hand with a look of dejection, and stood still calmly, smiling. "It seems that Captain Ling Lang still showed some mercy. I actually took that punch. Captain Ling Lang has been fighting in the wild for a long time, so he does have some strength. But the people in the base are not all pushovers."
Ling Lang shook his fist, unconcerned: "The training ground is not the kind of private training ground you trained in before, where you can give yourself some face. There is only one person who can give me full power."
He only used 70% of his strength just now.
This person actually started to feel complacent.
He pulled the corners of his lips and smiled wantonly.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you that your opponent is someone else."
Gu He was stunned: "Aren't you going to spar with me?"
Ling Lang shouted behind him, "Brother, you're here."
Gu He turned his head somewhat stiffly.
Duan Xiaolin stood ten meters away, tall and straight, calm and indifferent.
He was wearing a dark suit, and the low-key dark buttons shone with a cold light under the refraction of light.
There was always no expression on his face, and most of the time, the presiding judge's majesty was deeply rooted in his bones.
He looked like he had just emerged from a dungeon. Just one look from him made the psychics watching the scene feel a chill down their spines, as if they were being interrogated and suffocating.
Gu He was silent for a few seconds.
"Your Honor, this matter should have nothing to do with you." He didn't think this man had anything to do with Pei Xiqing. His target was Ling Lang, who had no power and was just a small team leader.
Hearing this, the man walked up to him, took off his glasses, and handed them along with his coat to the figure behind him before speaking, "It does matter."
Gu He didn't understand.
He knew the presiding judge's reputation.
Everyone at headquarters knows about it.
There were no women around him. If a woman dared to approach him, even if she was his handsome father's daughter, he would punish her without batting an eyelid.
He laughed. "What do you mean?"
At this point, he was still holding on to hope.
Duan Xiaolin rolled up his cuffs to the cuffs and slowly lit a cigarette with his fingertips. The wind blew, and the smoke drifted in the air, slowly revealing his sharp and dangerous eyes without his glasses.
"Literally."
The moment the two men faced each other, the air around them seemed to stagnate for a moment.
Gu He was stunned for a long time before he slowly came to his senses.
"You mean..."
Duan Xiaolin's brows were cold, and an invisible sense of oppression suddenly pressed down on Gu He like a mountain. He said, "Major General, can you repeat what you just said in the conference room?"
Gu He swallowed subconsciously.
"You two met on a foggy day?" the man asked slowly. "What did you do? She leaned into your arms, and then what?"
Gu He's life experiences and his status as a major general kept him going, preventing him from losing his composure. He gritted his teeth and nodded, "Yes, it was a foggy day, and the fog covered the mountains and forests. It's easy to get lost in it. She almost fell, and I hugged her..."
"The weather is bad, it looks like this."
The man interrupted him.
Gu He raised his head.
There was a thick fog overhead.
He didn't understand what Duan Xiaolin meant by this sentence.
The next second, I heard the man's bone-chilling whisper in my ears.
"It's just right. I will personally escort the Major General on his way."
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