Anzawa bid farewell to the two ice sculptures and walked deeper into the practice field.

Suddenly, a terrible feeling that could not be described with words clutched Anzawa's heart. It was a warning given by his cheat-like super intuition, and it was a premonition of a crisis that had been trained many times on the edge of life and death.

Anzawa suddenly jumped to the side, and the rumbling sound of the explosion rang out one after another.

It vibrated the eardrums of the students scattered in various places of the practice field, and also evoked Anzawa's memories that had long quietly faded away.

Anzawa was a little stunned, as if he had encountered the same terrible nightmare in the Midnight at the moment of incomparable clarity.

In the depths of his memory, there seemed to have been such a big explosion, and there was also such a loud rumbling sound, and there was also such a thick billowing smoke. It seemed to have happened... at the moment when he was about to inherit Penglie?

Anzawa gritted his teeth and shook his head hard, trying to shake off the waves of absent-mindedness, but it was useless. There was still a steady stream of memory fragments breaking free from the shackles, as if they were swimming with the blood in his body, trying to get into the depths of his soul to find a place to settle down.

"Hey!

Fight back, surrender!! "With the teenager's arrogant roar, the practice field once again resounded with a loud rumbling sound.

Anzawa frowned, and his clenched fists trembled uncontrollably. More memory fragments were revealed, as if a blade was mercilessly attacking him.

That explosion... seemed to be... Huhuhu - man-made?

Anzawa painfully covered his mouth, and his amber pupils suddenly contracted. He seemed to have an illusion, and the smoke that came with the blond teenager's explosion seemed to gradually condense in front of him, slowly converging into a human figure...

The man gave him a malicious smile, and whispered to him as if he was talking to himself, "Run, run, run.

No matter where you are, you can't escape fate.

"

"Tsk!

You only know how to hide! "

The golden-haired young man was very disdainful of Anzawa's behavior of not showing up. He gritted his teeth angrily and used the propelling force generated by the explosion to quickly approach Anzawa.

The irascible blonde youth appeared in front of Anzawa in the blink of an eye, but Anzawa was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Anzawa stared blankly as the fireball approached him from afar, followed by the golden-haired youth's irritable and arrogant voice, "Go to hell!

Trash! "

"Instead of guarding against the enemy's next move, shouldn't you take care of the present first?

Stupid son!

"

This was a rare thing that the cheapskate father number one said that made sense.

Anzawa's heart skipped a beat. That's right, instead of thinking about what had happened in the past, it was better to solve the problem in front of him first.

His chaotic and absent-minded mind became extremely clear at this moment. Anzawa's amber eyes were quietly covered by a touch of burning clouds, and the depths of his pupils were condensed and settled with extreme calmness and indifference.

The flames in the sky instantly condensed in his right hand, and Anzawa raised his hand to meet the fireball coming at him. "The fourth one."

The gentle voice was like a falling maple leaf, and the calmness in the tone instantly made the golden-haired youth explode with anger. "What do you mean by three or four!

Don't confuse me with those trash!!

I'll kill you, you bastard!!! "

"Become my stepping stone, Skyfall …!"

The golden-haired youth swooped down, and when he was about to attack Anzawa, his expression froze. "He's gone?"

Anzawa floated in the air, his whole body wrapped in dazzling orange flames. The heat wave set off by the flames blew the strands of hair on his forehead, and such extreme heat pressure invisibly oppressed the golden-haired youth's nerves.

This time, it was Anzawa who swooped down. The golden-haired youth stood on the ground, and after a short pause due to the pressure, he raised his head and looked at Anzawa who was swooping down with orange flames all over his body, and a wild smile appeared on his face. "Good timing."

The youth was about to meet the enemy, but suddenly he realized that Anzawa, who was still some distance away from him, had quietly moved to a position that could now be said to be 'close' to him … Not good!

The golden-haired youth then realized that he was too close to Anzawa. If he stayed in a daze, if Anzawa attacked, he wouldn't be able to dodge at all.

But … the youth glanced back and found that there was no way out, and all the other directions had already been silently blocked by Anzawa.

"Instead of guarding against my sudden attack, shouldn't you take care of what's in front of you first?

For example, attack one step ahead of me. "

In the Death Mode, Anzawa's voice was calm and indifferent, and it also really provoked the golden-haired youth's competitive spirit.

"Ah, you're right!

Go to hell! "

The youth rushed toward Anzawa, and the device on his wrist that looked like a giant grenade instantly shot out fireballs, and the fireballs mercilessly attacked Anzawa.

Anzawa didn't respond to the youth's fierce attack, and that pair of orange-red eyes that seemed to see through everything cast a glance to the side, and then with a movement that was difficult to be seen by the naked eye, he stepped back and calmly announced: "The fifth."

The youth with the strange left red and right white hair was surprised and suddenly disappeared from his position, and when he came back to his senses, it was already the collision of ice and fire, and the close contact between people who had abandoned their previous enmity.

The golden-haired youth's explosive fire was like a guiding sign, attracting the students who still had the ability to move.

The students looked at the strange situation in front of them and were speechless, and they didn't know what to say.

Although they also wanted to launch an attack and stick the stickers in their hands on Anzawa, because they were afraid of the golden-haired youth's momentum, they couldn't help but hold their breath.

"Hey!

You're in the way, bastard! "

"You too."

The two youths looked at each other in disgust, and as if they had a tacit understanding, they turned in the direction of Anzawa together, but the moment they turned their faces, the two youths stopped their movements as if someone pressed the pause button …

Anzawa was so close to them, his hands were on their shoulders, and the icicles froze them from top to bottom in an instant. They clearly understood that it was impossible to continue attacking.

Hey, hey — the two elite students of their Class A were defeated just like that …?

Where's the thrilling battle?

Where's the gorgeous "personality" display?

They didn't even show up, and they were defeated just like that, which Camisama was joking?!

The students stared dumbfoundedly at this strange scene.

"It's over."

An Ze closed his eyes and sighed softly. When he opened his eyes again, the orange-red color in his eyes had disappeared and was replaced by a clear amber color. The orange fire that wrapped around his body had also quietly faded away. "Where did you put the stickers?"

"…" The red-haired youth frowned slightly. He couldn't say that he lost inexplicably, but he felt very aggrieved. "In my pants pocket."

The golden-haired youth, with an angry face, raised his voice and shouted, "Lost!"

Lost?

Fine, it's fine if it's lost, but do you have to say it so confidently, young man?

Anzawa's face was crooked, and he looked at the other students present, wondering whose sticker was better to snatch.

The students were stared at by Anzawa, and they all shook their heads and stepped back.

Was it really okay for the new student to stare at them with such a straightforward look of "whose sticker should I snatch?"?

They were just quietly watching the melon in the corner!

"It's done."

The sudden sound attracted the attention of the students. Ōta Aizawa, whose face was covered in bandages, appeared on the practice field. He glanced at Anzawa with half-opened bloodshot eyes, and announced in a low voice, "You passed the make-up exam.

There's another thing to announce … "

Here it comes again!

The students shrank their necks: Every time Aizawa -sensei wanted to announce something, they had a bad feeling …

Ōta Aizawa announced in the silent atmosphere, "The Xiongying Sports Festival is about to begin."

"… Oh!

The super school event is coming!! "

The students burst into enthusiastic cheers, and then there was another silence. "We were just invaded by the enemy, and suddenly there's a sports festival? Is it okay?

If we're attacked again … "

"The school wants to show the outside world how indestructible the Xiongying crisis management system is by holding the sports festival.

I heard that the security force this time is also five times stronger than the previous years.

The most important thing is that the Xiongying Sports Festival is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. How can it be stopped because of the enemy? "

Ōta Aizawa was still talking, but Anzawa's face was already twisted. He had to participate in such a large-scale event when he just arrived. His luck was really bad, but … Anzawa's eyes swept over the students present. For them, the Xiongying Sports Festival was a good stage to show off.

Anzawa knew a thing or two about the Xiongying Sports Festival. After all, he was crazily recommended by Cheap Father 2.

A sports festival that successfully replaced the position of the Olympics could really make the whole country go crazy. Of course, it would also attract the top heroes from all over the country to watch. Most of these heroes came for the purpose of discovering talents. If the students performed well, it was easy to imagine what kind of opportunities they would win.

"The Xiongying Sports Festival will be held in two weeks. As long as you are chosen by a professional hero, your future will immediately become bright. For those who are determined to become heroes, this is an event that must not be missed. Those who are interested must not be negligent in their preparations."

Ōta Aizawa quietly looked at the students who were already excited, and then looked at Anzawa. "Follow me."

"… Yes."

Anzawa responded listlessly. He jogged two steps to catch up with Ōta Aizawa, but after a few steps, the other party suddenly stopped without warning, causing him to almost run into him.

Ōta Aizawa turned his mummy-like face to Anzawa. "… Let's defrost them first."