Transcendent Dawn

　　 woods.

　　 Thulhu looked up at the sky, a little bit of stars flashed, surrounded by a bright moon.

　　 Different from the bright moon in my hometown, the moon in the sky is a bit unusually large, almost two to three times the size of the previous life.

　　 From this point, he knew that it was completely two worlds from the previous life.

　　 "But... the moonlight is still the same beautiful!"

　　 Thulhu exclaimed, suddenly turned his head, and saw Donald, who was like a sunny boy, approaching: "You are looking for me?"

　　 "Yes, I'm looking for you!" Thulhu nodded: "I think... we have a misunderstanding. We don't have to get to the point of a duel tomorrow. How about solving it now?"

　　 "Do you want to solve it privately?" Donald smiled: "Yes... as long as you join the fight club and become a coach!"

　　 If this is the case, the reputation among the students can also be restored.

　　 "Coach? How much is the weekly salary?"

　　 Thulhu asked immediately.

"..." Donald's face was a little embarrassed. Perhaps he didn't expect Thulhu to seriously consider this suggestion, or to say that the service softened so quickly: "We are a university hobby club, maybe some donations and school subsidies, but Coaches generally don’t get paid, but they can charge for private coaching..."

　　 "So that's the case, then I refuse!"

　　 Thulhu is very busy now, and I don't have time to pay attention to other things.

　　If the fight club is well paid, it's okay to say, but that's the case.

　　 "Then there is no way..." Donald spread his hands out: "I look forward to tomorrow's fight!"

　　 He is full of confidence. After the last trial, he can be sure that although this Thulhu is very powerful, it is not his opponent.

　　 "Donald, I think you have misunderstood something!"

　　 Thulhu took a deep breath: "I want to solve it privately, because I don't want to be ashamed of Fight Club tomorrow!"

　　 "Shame? Do you think I will lose to you?" Donald raised his brow.

　　 "Win or lose, don't you know if you try?" Thulhu took a deep breath.

"Great!"

　　 Donald was wearing a loose white fighting suit, and at this time he pulled away and stood ready.

　　 "Why did you promise so happy?"

　　 Thulhu saw this scene, but it was a bit strange.

　　 "Because... if you dare to come, it shows that there is indeed a certain degree of dependence... But in the fighting world, the difference in strength does not explain everything!"

　　 Donald answered with a serious face.

　　 "Well...I'm coming!"

　　 Thulhu gave a chuckle, took a pause, and suddenly came to Donald, and slashed with one hand: "Tiger style!"

　　Huhu!

　　 The gust of wind whistled, and he was rowed away with one hand, with a ferocious aura, as if he had really become a tiger.

boom!

　　 Donald’s arm crossed, feeling a huge immediate attack, he couldn’t help but stepped back and looked surprised: "You...have changed!"

　　 He has fought with Thulhu before, and the opponent's strength is definitely not as great as it is now!

　　 How many days have passed since then?

　　‘Is it...Angelia is really saying that there really is such a genius in the world? If it's him...maybe you can come into contact with ‘that world’? ’

　　 In Donald's heart, all kinds of thoughts flashed by.

　　 About Thulhu, the coach of Fight Club had naturally told him about it.

　　 Donald is skeptical of the fact that Thulhu has only been learning fighting for two days.

　　 But now, he believes it! The speed of progress of some geniuses just cannot be measured by common sense!

　　Huhu!

　　 While Donald was retreating, Thulhu stroked his hands quickly, like a run-up. The speed was fast, and he attacked Donald: "Crane pose!"

　　 bang bang!

　　 Donald covered his face and other vitals with his hands, his muscles swelled again, and he performed the last hard qigong.

　　 A large number of attacks fell on him, as if the monstrous flood hit the copper wall and iron wall.

　　咻...pop!

　　 The two silhouettes separated as soon as they touched, and immediately, Thulhu kicked in mid-air.

　　 This kind of behavior is very dangerous in fighting, because it is difficult to grasp the center of gravity in the high altitude, and it is easy to be defeated by opponents.

　　 But Thulhu is different!

　　 The mental value of 1.6 makes his calculations clear and easy to use.

　　 The shadow of the legs kicked directly on Donald's body, and the huge power made him back again and again.

"I lost……"

　　 A few minutes later, Donald kept breathing heavily, looking at the black footprints on his chest, with a strange expression on his face: "Are you... Are you already Extraordinaries? [Soldiers]?"

　　 "Extraordinaries soldier? What do you mean?"

　　 Thulhu stopped and asked immediately.

"The power of your kick just now is a bit beyond the limits of ordinary people, but now that I think about it, it's still a bit smaller..." Donald patted his clothes, not at all frustrated by the defeat, staring at Thulhu with his eyes shining. : "I believe it now, there are really geniuses in the world!"

　　 Not knowing whether it was intentional or unintentional, he turned away from the extraordinary topic before.

　　 "Genius? Hehe..."

　　 If there is no attribute column, Thulhu thinks that he will be killed by Donald: "So... will it be better tomorrow?"

　　 "No more! No more!"

　　 Donald shook his hand quickly.

　　 Knowing that he is not an opponent, and being embarrassed on stage, is it fun?

　　 "Don't refuse so fast..."

　　 Thulhu maintains the facial expression: "If you are willing to pay some extra fees... I can't lose to you tomorrow!"

　　 Donald choked, the sunny smile on his face disappeared without a trace: "Do you think...we two fighters are here to discuss the issue of counterfeiting matches at night, is it really good?"

　　 "I think this is normal..."

　　 Thulhu mourned the flying golden dragon~www.NovelMTL.com~ and squeezed a smile: "Since you don't want to, I won't come to tomorrow's game!"

　　Come here tonight, in addition to dissolving hatred, it's just for experience.

　　 At this time, he looked at [XP+20] on the property bar and was already very surprised.

　　 As the president of the Fight Club, he has much more experience than Baron.

　　 However, after turning the enemy into a friend, the second round of harvesting experience has become a luxury.

'Ugh……'

　　 Thulhu sighed in my heart and wanted to leave.

　　Huhu!

　　 The wind began to sound.

　　 Suddenly, a sense of horror spread all over his body!

　　 "This feeling...this feeling! You can't go wrong, it's the murderous shadow!"

　　 Thulhu looked dignified and looked around.

　　 rustle!

　　 I saw a black shadow, like a liquid, flowing out of the woods, quickly entangling the shadows of him and Donald.

　　 The two fighters looked at each other, and they froze like this and turned into motionless sculptures.

　　‘It’s the man behind the scenes...He finally appeared! ’

　　 Although Thulhu could not move, I was thinking quickly: "Is it because of the exposure on Molly's side today, or because of the engagement with Donald?"

　　Although I have already had a coping experience, Thulhu is still helpless.

　　 In his heart, a desire suddenly increased, burning like a raging fire.

　　‘Not enough! not enough! ’

　　‘What's the point of defeating a small fighting club? Can you be complacent about this? ’

　　‘In front of extraordinary power, there is still nothing! ’

　　‘Power! I need stronger power! ! ! ’