"Not enough... not enough... still not enough..."
Hurrah!
The wind of punching was endless, and An Yan kept waving his fists with a focused expression. His whole body was already drenched, and bean-sized beads of sweat flowed down his cheeks, slid to his chin, and dripped onto the soil under his feet.
Punch, punch, punch... still punch!
Every punch was going all out, and the uninterrupted swing made An Yan's arms feel tearing pain, but he still didn't stop.
Although physical fitness is the foundation of everything, the battle with Skylark made An Yan clearly realize how important powerful fighting skills are in actual combat.
hum!
The strong wind stopped, and the sudden change from extreme movement to extreme stillness caused the continuous strength accumulated by nearly ten thousand punches to explode.
The strong wind blowing An Yan's golden orange hair danced wildly.
"What's wrong?"
An Yan looked at his trembling hands with an extremely gloomy expression.
These days, he practiced extremely hard every day, and the amount of practice far exceeded the imagination of ordinary people, but no matter what method he used to practice, his physical skills could not break through the bottleneck of 'F' level.
"What else is missing!?"
Continuous practice, even while avoiding to temper his body, An Yan still added two points of physique and three points of strength in the state of practice.
An Yan was not surprised by this. Under such crazy and high-intensity practice, it would be even more strange if his physical fitness did not improve at all.
But this kind of skill has no progress, only the physical fitness is getting stronger, which is not the result An Yan wants.
At this moment, a gurgling sound suddenly came from An Yan's stomach.
Rubbing his stomach, An Yan looked up at the sky.
Only then did he realize that the sky was already dark before he knew it, An Yan frowned as he looked at the red glow of the setting sun in the distance.
"At this time, Tsuna should have arrived home, right?"
An Yan pondered for a while, and then rushed down the mountain. Although he wanted to continue practicing for a while, if he didn't go back too late, it would definitely make Nana's mother worry. Anyway, when he returned home, he could enter the reward space to continue practicing.
After arriving at the foot of the mountain and stepping onto the street, An Yan slowed down his pace.
However, when he came to the fork in the road, he glanced at the road beside the river, and headed decisively towards the commercial street.
The commercial street is as lively as ever.
Unlike the desertedness of the day, the commercial street at dusk is full of pedestrians, most of whom are going to buy some ingredients on their way home from get off work.
"Sure enough, I still don't like this lively atmosphere."
An Yan curled his lips. If he wasn't afraid of being entangled by that troublesome guy, Kyoya Hibari, An Yan would never have taken the commercial street.
It's not that he's afraid of Hibari Kyouya, it's just...
With that guy's extremely violent personality, An Yan felt that no matter how many times he beat him, that guy would come to him again with a ferocious face, even if he knocked him out the moment he met him.
As for deliberately losing to Hibari Kyouya...
That's even more impossible, that guy definitely belongs to the type that if you dare to lose on purpose, I dare to kill you by mistake.
In addition, Skylark will save and help Ah Gang many times in the future, and An Yan has no way to kill him.
Under the premise of not killing or maiming...
If you win, you will be entangled, if you lose, you will be beaten to death.
"I can't afford to offend you, why not hide?"
With a grunt, An Yan searched around, and walked towards a small stall selling buns.
"Give me ten buns."
An Yan handed over the money as he spoke, and was immediately caught by a sleeve.
That's right, not the hands, but the sleeves.
The owner of these hands has very short arms, and the front half of the long sleeves is completely drooped, only the back half is propped up, and judging from the outline of the palms in the middle of the sleeves, the palms should also be extremely small.
An Yan couldn't help but look up at the stall owner at the scene in front of him.
He was slightly taken aback by the person who caught his eyes.
Because the stall owner in front of him was actually wearing a purple Tang suit, and it was a very standard Tang suit with a slanted collar and a vertical collar. On his head, he also wore a purple round hat, and his face was covered by big sunglasses, making it hard to see what he looked like.
An Yan couldn't help but take a second look at this strange look.
He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that this outfit looked familiar to him, but when he thought about it carefully, he felt as if he had never seen this person before.
"Your ten buns."
The stall owner finished wrapping the buns and handed them to An Yan.
His voice was extremely immature, but his tone gave off a calm and powerful feeling, which reminded An Yan of Li Baoen he had seen before.
Um...
Reborn?
An Yan's pupils shrank slightly, and he raised his head suddenly, staring at the stall owner who was facing him across the stall, his eyes gradually burst into ecstasy.
It's him! !
"Your bun."
The stall owner's voice sounded again, although his expression could not be seen through the big sunglasses, but there was some doubt in his tone.
An Yan didn't pick it up, but suddenly took out a mobile phone from his pocket, pressed the number 1 button to dial out, and then just stared at the booth owner, waiting for the call to be connected.
That appearance seemed to be afraid that the stall owner would run away.
"Hello, Xiaoyan?"
The phone was connected, and Nana's mother's gentle voice came from the opposite side.
"Mom, I want to go to a classmate's house to play tonight, can I stay overnight?"
An Yan looked a little nervous after saying that, if Nana's mother disagreed, then even if she missed this opportunity, An Yan would choose to go back, at worst, she could just squat in the commercial street every day from tomorrow.
The other side of the phone was silent for a while, and then Nana's mother's extremely surprised voice came over: "Eh? Has Xiaoyan made friends? Someone will make friends with you. It seems that he must also like games..."
"Eh... um..."
"It's really great. Mom has always been worried that Xiaoyan will never be able to make friends."
"..." An Yan.
"Yes, you can play as long as you want, but you must remember to call mom at night, otherwise mom will watch by the phone all night."
"Um."
An Yan couldn't help showing a gentle smile on his face: "I see, Mom... Well, I will definitely call you before going to bed at night."
After hanging up the phone, An Yan looked at the stall owner, thinking quickly about how to speak in his mind.
"kid..."
The stall owner looked An Yan up and down carefully, with a strange look in his eyes under the sunglasses, and said with great interest, "Is there anything I can help you with?"
Under this gaze, An Yan only felt a chill in his body, as if everything about him was seen through by the eyes behind the sunglasses.
This feeling made An Yan hesitate, but in the end he gritted his teeth and said in Chinese:
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"Can you please fight with me?"
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