The material is dark black, reflecting only a little cold light under the pneumatic weapon, which is slightly different from all the metals seen so far. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The wind that had been brought by the galloping had only now blown past the man, and had overwhelmed the weeds that had begun to wither and yellow under his feet. Beneath the two appropriately sized dark lenses of the fully enveloped mask were a pair of dull eyes, which had turned from red to black, now slightly closed, and in an instant they had caught the shadow of the speeding lamppost.

Immediately, the ordinary pneumatic weapon burning in his hand synchronized with the information brought by his eyes, and when he lifted it, he slashed it in front of him. A cluster of fire shone like a tree in front of him, and the whole lamppost was broken through the middle by a pneumatic weapon, and the heat kept their incisions orange, and they slammed past the man like this, never touching the man's clothes. Then the lampposts that had been halved in half hit the ground, and they tumbled several meters long, picking up the fresh dirt from the canopy into the air, and finally finally collided with the chairs on the side of the stone road, and then stopped.

The sparks rubbed in front of the man's eyes quickly cooled and disappeared in the air, and Himia, who rushed over, had already jumped into the air, and her feet in high heels pressed down on the man's head.

The orange-red blade of the knife was in front of the man's head, colliding with the slender heel of the Heimian heel. The violent "snort" grinding sound caused a large canopy of sparks to flow from the place where the blade and heel touched. But it's not the material on the Hime'an shoes that is being worn out, it's the row of fine, sharp gears that are fastened with axles on pneumatic weapons that are being rapidly polished.

The power of Himya's attack was so powerful that the man holding the hilt of the sword in both hands only temporarily resisted, and the still burning blade only paused in mid-air for less than half a second before being completely pressed to the ground.

The ground was about to explode, and suddenly a large crater appeared, and the power of this kick was transmitted to the surroundings, and the air exploded with a roaring sound, and the street lamps not far away began to shake. The man's hands couldn't dodge, and along with the hilt of the knife, most of them were pressed into the dirt. His body arched at this moment, almost bent and bent.

Himia lifted the other foot, intending to deliver the man's fatal blow. But at the same time, there was a huge force under her feet, and even if the blade of the knife was firmly pressed there, the man's strength seemed to be much greater than she had estimated.

The red-hot blade was lifted from the dirt by the man, and Himia had to give up the attack, and her body jumped down, accompanied by a crisp "tick" sound, and landed steadily on the stone-paved path.

"Are you all so bold now? Or have you been in the extreme climate for too long, the radio can't be connected, and you don't even know the basic situation of the empire to pay attention to?" Himia stood in a comfortable position, looking down at the man who was still standing in the middle of the pit, and took a deep breath before he said his question, "Or do you think you can leave safely after making a fuss here?"

"At this point, something still needs to be explained?" the man's voice was dull, with an unnatural accent. The next moment, before the sound could fully spread to the surroundings, he became a shadow as he stood there, blending into the air again.

Himia snorted coldly, and her eyes sharpened. When there was a movement on the left side of her body, her feet naturally turned in an arc on the ground, and collided with the pneumatic weapon that had returned to a dark red color.

The man's strength was obviously much greater than it had been before, and it was now very difficult for Himia to attack and defend. The knife technique is not surprising, and the standard is decent. And after fighting for a while, Himia can now basically judge that the level of surgery is roughly the same level as herself. It is difficult to say that there are any advantages in the man as a whole, but there are no obvious shortcomings either. Except for the explosion of strength and speed, which may be due to the accumulation of training over the years, and there is an advantage that Himia can't catch up, the others are on the same level as Himia, and some places are slightly inferior.

It's hard to entangle, Himia felt a little helpless as she felt the air around her heated by pneumatic weapons. From time to time, I looked at the administration building of the military school, but I still didn't see anyone coming. Sure enough, there was a problem there, too.

The figures of the two were completely mixed up at this moment, and their extremely fast speed caused their bodies to crash into the air at every moment. The sound of pneumatic weapons and heels colliding was like a rolling wave, and all the students of the military school sleeping in the surrounding dormitories were woken up. At this moment, there was a line of people standing in the corridor, their eyes full of confusion as they looked at the brilliant sparks that would occasionally burst out below, and the ground that had been bombarded by cannonballs.

The turf was carried into the air by the men's blistering speed, and the gravel road cracked.

Pneumatic weapons are really annoying, Himia and the man distanced, as soon as his footsteps stopped, he reached out and grabbed the street lamp on the side, with a flash of purple silhouette on his feet, the street lamp post was broken, and clear smooth cutting marks could be seen, and the electrical lines were still flashing with a faint blue electric light.

The heavy lamppost was used as an ordinary iron rod in Himia's hands, and it swept past with fan-shaped white shadows and a sharp whistling sound of grinding against the air, otherwise it would be impossible to see that there was any weight on it. The streetlights, which were several meters long, were cut off one by one under the man's pneumatic weapon and scattered around his body.

By the time the two of them stopped their moving bodies and looked at each other again, the street lamp that Himia had grasped in his hand was less than two meters long.

"You should be ready when you come、、、" the man laughed, a bit like the shrill cries of apes in the mountains.

Simia didn't want to say more, and with a lamppost twenty or thirty centimeters in diameter, he struck it again, and stabbed the man directly in the chest in the form of a spear.

The attack was all flexibly dodged by the man, and there was not much difference in strength, and both of them couldn't help who came, at least for a short time.

"Bang 、、、"

At the same moment, there was finally movement in the management building in the distance. A figure slammed through the reinforced glass in the middle of a high-rise building dozens of stories, and then fell heavily to the ground, landing on a small concrete plaza and staircase in front of the management building.

Large chunks of grayish concrete cracked and protruded, and the thick steel bars buried inside to increase strength were also broken, turning sharp corners. Steam came out of the cracks. When the steel-like figure fell to the ground, it carried a huge impact deep into the ground, squeezing the buried steam copper pipe out of the gap.