The temperature around He Lu was still falling, and the cold air penetrated his camouflage coat, piercing into his pores like small needles.

If it was like late autumn just now, it was a bit like early winter now.

He Lu's auricle began to turn red and frozen.

The guest.115 on the opposite side saw it keenly, and joy rose in his eyes.

"Your ability is to control the temperature around the target." He Lu opened his mouth in the cold air, and as soon as he made a sound, he exhaled a series of white air.

guest.115's smile no longer conceals: "I finally understand?"

The cold air that constantly invaded made He Lu's brain clearer: "You deliberately showed me your ability directly because you have confidence that even if you have the clue, you can beat me."

"It's not about winning, it's about killing." guest.115 corrected, "I can't talk about winning or losing when fighting with you."

He looked natural when he said this, and there was no deliberate insult or contempt in his eyes, and it seemed like he was talking about a very ordinary fact.

He Lu believed that the other party did not subjectively regard this statement as a means to attack his fighting will.

However, the more this unintentional sense of altitude is revealed, the more it means that the difference in combat power between them is huge, at least guest.115 is so sure.

"Don't waste time," seeing that He Lu still had something to say, guest.115 spoke first and kindly reminded, "In five minutes, the temperature around you will drop to the limit of your body. You'd better think about how to save yourself."

He Lu was thinking.

In fact, from the first sight of guest.115, he was observing and thinking, and from the other party's first words, he was analyzing and pondering. To defeat a powerful opponent, he never simply relies on his body to fight with willpower, but to first touch the opponent accurately and understand thoroughly in order to deal with it effectively, and then gain hope for himself and win.

Looking at each other from a distance, He Lu suddenly started, ran wildly at full speed, and headed straight towards guest.115.

guest.115 The moment He Lu was accumulating all his energy, he knew that the other party was about to move, but he thought the other party would run in the opposite direction and even turned directly into the alley next to him. After all, the other party had been through the level for so long, and it should be clear that any ability has an effective range. If you want to survive, you must first leave the "cooling range". In other words, it is far enough away from the controller of his ability.

As a result, He Lu rushed towards him without hesitation. What is the way he did this?

Using offense instead of defense, intend to use offense to interrupt his ability to control?

"Interesting." guest.115 suddenly became a little expectant. He was standing casually, but now he was slightly straightened his back, which was quite a bit of a formal greeting.

Although the opponent's combat power is not worth mentioning, guest.115 is a little curious about what kind of abilities such a straight guy has been assigned by the owl system.

Just when the appetite of guest.115 was raised to its highest point, He Lu suddenly began to slow down.

No, it's a sudden brake.

guest.115 watched the other party stop about four meters away from him, and was immediately surrounded by huge disappointment: "Are you scared? Don't want to attack me again?"

Either escape from the beginning, or show off to the end, rushing halfway to regret what he wants to waste his feelings?

guest.115 did not wait for He Lu to answer, because a cluster of flames suddenly ignited on his shoulders.

The flame was not large in scope, but it rushed upwards very fiercely, and suddenly it burned from its shoulder to the ends of his slightly curly hair.

guest.115 was startled, but he didn't panic. He just took his hands and "slap" twice, and the fire was extinguished by the ends of his shoulders and hair. But the fire came too strangely, so he contacted He Lu, who was strangely stopped four meters away...

115 Suddenly, I suddenly realized: "The flame attack is your stationery tree? Are you running over to let me enter your attack range?"

He Lu still didn't speak.

He can't lie, so silence is safest. Of course, his stationery tree is not a flame attack, it is Zhou Yunhui's patent. He just sets the fifth-level stationery tree [You fouled iii] to-

Rule: ban attacks.

Foul punishment: Flame burning.

guest.115 continues to cool down his attacks. When the distance between the two is closer to the range of [you fouled iii], the punishment will naturally be triggered.

But punishment is just a means. What He Lu really wants is to use punitive attacks to distract 115 in order to achieve the goal of interrupting the opponent's ability to control it.

He succeeded.

Just as the flames ignited, the original temperature around them suddenly came back.

guest.115 cannot understand the many twists and turns in He Lu's mind. Because even after thinking about so many things, Team Leader He still had no expression on his face and even rarely blinked his eyes. Anyone who saw it would suspect that he was frozen there.

guest.115 sighed. If He Lu hadn't spoken when he first met, he would have doubted whether the other party was mute: "This is a battle. Even if it's out of politeness, should you communicate with your opponent?"

As soon as he said that, 115 felt that he had some robber logic, because every word he just said was indeed rude or respectful to He Lu.

So he thought that the opponent would probably retort next. If he still pretended to be dead and didn't want to speak, at least he would throw a string of rolling eyes to express his anger.

However, in the end, He Lu could not ignore the inquiries that were constantly thrown away. After thinking about it, he slowly spoke: "I don't say anything, mainly because I am afraid that I will be in danger if I say too much or wrong, or if you detect my tactical intentions from my words."

guest.115:"…"

Why do you have to explain to him? And you have explained so seriously?!

"I didn't want to burn your hair." He Lu saw the fluffy and soft beautiful hair on the opposite side, and the strand of burned by himself stubbornly raised out, completely breaking the other party's elegant temperament. He was a little concerned for a moment, but he started talking anyway, so he explained together, "I just want to interrupt your ability to control it."

guest.115 Of course, I know that He Lu didn't attack with all his strength, otherwise it would be just a small cluster of flames, but: "Do you have no idea about your mind? This is a one-on-one battle. Not to mention burning a lock of my hair, it's just that I'm not as good as someone else's skills. Why do you apologize? Also, you didn't want to expose your tactical intentions just after you finished speaking, and then told me that the attack was to interrupt my ability to control it?"

He Lu shook his head: "I don't apologize. Destroying your hair is an unexpected attack effect. I just think it needs to be explained. As for attacking you to interrupt your ability to manipulate, you should have noticed it long ago with your keenness. Whether I say it or not, it has been exposed."

guest.115:"…"

Should he be frustrated because of the other party’s self-righteous “I think”, or should he be frank because of the other party’s frank “with your keenness”? This communication model that doesn’t know how to react is too tiring!

stop--

guest.115 suddenly woke up. This must be some kind of cunning psychological tactic. The purpose may be to delay time or wait for an opportunity to attack. He was careless and almost fell into it.

Organize your mind and guest.115 unilaterally ends this dangerous communication and directly restarts his ability. This time he will not cool down, and will increase the temperature.

In an instant, He Lu felt the air around him become hot and the heat waves hit him.

The heating rate this time is much faster than the previous cooling rate.

In order to preserve his physical strength, He Lu had already removed [You fouled] when he just talked to guest.115. Now that he has been attacked for the second time, he has also arranged rules and punishments again.

guest.115 When he saw him holding his breath, he knew that he was brewing a stationery tree again, but it didn't matter, it was just a flame. The first time he was caught off guard, so he was shocked. Even if it was a fierce tongue of flame this time, don't expect him to stop falling...

"Swish swish swish swish--"

The sharp sound of the air being cut by, speeding up.

guest.115's thoughts were interrupted and he quickly looked up and saw three ice cones swooping towards him. The cone was sharp and transparent, with a terrifying cold light.

guest.115 is confused. Isn’t He Lu’s stationery tree fire? Why is ice coming again?

The ice cone was extremely fast and it was in front of him in a flash. Guest.115 didn't bother to think about it anymore. He turned sideways, and the ice cone rubbed against the tip of his nose, and poked into the floor tiles at his feet.

The ice cone was broken and the floor tiles were broken.

guest.115 touched the tip of his nose with lingering fear, and there was a little dampness and coolness left there.

"I seem to be underestimating you a little," guest.115 raised his hand and put his hair back, revealing his smooth forehead and a pair of sharp eyes. "Then next, I have to be serious."

He Luding looked at him and did not dare to relax for a moment.

guest.115 sinks his breath, and for the first time he is as serious as facing an opponent rather than a bug, and his mental power is unprecedentedly condensed. This time, he can turn He Lu into an ice sculpture in a few seconds!

The mental power finally condensed to its extreme. Guest.115 locked on He Lu, and was about to launch an attack. The ground under his feet suddenly became as soft as bread, so soft that he sank down.

"Why?"

guest.115 said in surprise, but he didn't expect that the floor tiles had already reached their neck with just a sound of "ah" and the falling speed was so fast that it was completely beyond his imagination. He was now all under the ground except his head!

He Lu was still standing there, and did not come over to do whatever he wanted just because there was only one head in front of him.

But that head couldn't accept the cruel reality at this moment: "What the hell is you stationery tree-"

Consultant room.

8/10: "Oh, I'll curse after all."

7/10: "115 This temper is good enough, I would have scolded you."

6/10: "What kind of stationery tree does this He Lu have? Why did I forget it a little?"

1/10 Tyre: "Rules."

6/10: "Yes, no wonder his attacks are the same for a while. He decided the foul punishment himself. Of course, he could set whatever he wanted."

2/10 Demos: "It may not be possible. Some too outrageous rules are invalid if they are established. Some too weird punishments will not be implemented even if they are set up."

5/10: "It is related to the ability to control stationery trees. This stationery tree means that the stronger the ability, the more you can let yourself go."

4/10 Sobeck: "So the rule he set is 'ban attacks'?"

1/10 Vader: "Yes, as long as 115 attacks, you will be punished accordingly."

Sobeck: "But in the end he hasn't attacked yet, why was he punished and buried alive?"

3/10 Paine: "Stupid, since the punishment can be changed, the rules are of course possible. For example, changing the 'ban on attack' to 'ban on attack intention', then 115 will be punished first if you want to take action."

Sobeck: "…"

3/10 Paine: "Hey, have you heard me talking? Why are you stunned?"

Sobeck: "I'm wondering when guest.115 will discover the truth about the stationery tree."

Paine: “…”

The guardians: "..."

The entire consulting room looked silently at the first battlefield and was not very optimistic about Sobekti's question.
To be continued...