2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

"So what is your superpower? Use it." Yan Muyun held up the barrier and asked cautiously.

The trickster crossed his arms in front of his chest, spread his legs, twisted his waist, and made a vivid posture: "I don't want to use it."

His response seemed to be coquettish to his boyfriend, which caused a chill in the hearts of many people around him.

As the direct bearer of this wave of psychological impact, Yan Muyun felt even worse. He grinned under the mask and almost couldn't help but spit out the essence of the Chinese nation.

However, he finally held back and waited for the other party's next move.

The scene on the fighting stage fell into stillness. The two people stood there separated by a translucent silver barrier, neither of them saying to make the first move.

Gradually a few minutes passed, and the dissatisfied discussion among the audience became louder and louder. The trickster finally lost his patience and decided to do something to stimulate the opponent to take the initiative to remove this troublesome barrier.

He put a finger on his chin and thought about it coquettishly. Then he showed a shy attitude of letting anyone pick and choose, and his eyes swayed to the opposite side like autumn water: "Damn it, I'm so close to you, you plan to keep it all this time." Do you look at it like this? Still not a man..."

It has to be said that the trickster's actions have achieved a certain effect, at least the silver barrier has disappeared.

But the effect was a bit too much, because the avenger rushed forward like a furious lion, and his raised right fist quickly pulled out an afterimage in the air.

However, the trickster was already prepared and whispered: "Don't retreat."

Upon hearing these words, Yan Muyun's body suddenly trembled, and his fist that had been punched halfway stopped abruptly. At the same time, he felt an uncontrollable impulse in his heart and wanted to take a few steps back.

This impulse only existed for a moment, but it inevitably made his movements freeze.

"Hey!"

With a soft shout, the trickster performed a beautiful side kick, and his rose-red leather shoes touched Yan Muyun's chest. The heavy force made him take several steps back.

The audience cheered. The wheel battle lasted 7 times and changed 7 gladiators. Finally, an opponent appeared who could make the Avengers suffer in close combat.

The Trickster's attack was far from over. After kicking out, he quickly moved forward and punched out with both fists. At the same time, he whispered softly: "Don't fail to defend."

Yan Muyun had half-raised his arms and lowered them. His eyes were wide open under the mask, and he just watched the opponent's fists expand in his field of vision.

"Bang bang bang..."

He received two punches and a kick, and fell heavily to the ground. A crack appeared in the blood-red lion mask on his face.

The Avenger, who had previously excelled in hand-to-hand combat, was acting clumsily like a child. Some in the audience thought there was something fishy about it and were about to protest, but were quickly stopped by others nearby.

As long as you have watched the video of Trickster on Jieke, you will know that the effects of his powers have always been so weird, and any opponent who is close to him will make inexplicable actions like this.

On the arena, Yan Muyun had once again propped up the silver barrier, slowly got up from the ground, stretched out his hand to straighten the crooked mask on his face, and asked aloud: "Is this your superpower? In the opponent's heart Implantation of will by force.”

"To be precise, it's the opposite intention." The trickster covered his mouth and chuckled twice, then stretched out a hand and lightly traced the surface of the barrier with his fingertips: "Your power is not bad, you can actually make it My powers are invalidated."

"Thank you for the compliment." Yan Muyun said calmly.

"This barrier is very strong, but..." A charming smile appeared on the trickster's face, and then he leaned forward slightly, lightly pressing his fiery red lips on the silver barrier, and then even He even stuck out his tongue and licked it:

"If you don't unlock this barrier, how are you going to defeat me...Gah!"

The Trickster was like a drake whose neck was suddenly strangled, and let out a short and sharp scream.

His eyes widened in disbelief. The silver barrier was still between the two of them, but the right hand of the man wearing a blood-red lion mask opposite was currently strangling his neck.

"Who told you that if I beat someone, I have to lift the entire barrier?"

The Avenger's voice sounded like a smile but not a smile, as if he couldn't help but laugh. However, hearing this gentle tone in the ears of the Trickster made him feel a chill in his heart.

Wait...I'm going to throw in the towel.

The trickster struggled hard with his hands on the silver barrier, his face turned red from suppressing it. However, the opponent's hand holding his neck was like an iron pliers that was difficult to shake.

"I asked you to dress up in such a demonic and seductive way and still make people look disgusting."

Yan Muyun's voice was emotionless, he raised his left hand high and slapped it down.

"Snapped!"

The trickster received a heavy slap on his right face. He spun in the air for a half circle and then fell to the floor like a rag doll. He twitched twice and then became silent.

Avengers, eighth win.

...

Yan Muyun stood quietly on the arena, as calm as a mountain, as if the cheers and whistles of the people around him had nothing to do with him.

What he was thinking about at this time was another thing, and that was whether he had opened the Golden Eyes just now.

After thinking about it, he felt not.

At present, except for last night, the only time Yan Muyun can be sure that his golden eyes have appeared is the battle with "Phantom", and the other party really forced him into a desperate situation that time.

Although his mood fluctuated slightly during the battle just now, it was far from that intense.

Yan Muyun had practiced opening his golden eyes in front of the mirror when he was taking a shower last night. However, no matter how many strange poses he tried and he closed his eyes dozens of times, every time he opened his glasses, he was still staring at a pair of dark eyes. Fisheye.

He finally gave up and lay on the bed thinking about the conditions for opening the Golden Eyes, and finally concluded two points:

"Extremely emotional, or the heart rate increases to a certain level."

...

Yan Muyun shook his head and decided not to think too much. Anyway, he was wearing Yan Long's smart pupils at this time. Even if the golden pupils were turned on, the light would be blocked and no one would be able to notice.

As for this rare ability that only has two examples left in the world, it is better to wait until you are free to think about it slowly, or wait until later to report it to the country and let those extremely smart scientific researchers slowly think about it.

He was already a little tired, and after just taking a few punches and kicks from the trickster, he was even more powerless now.

Although Yan Muyun tried his best to hide his fatigue, he still couldn't escape everyone's eyes. The ninth challenger stepped onto the ring almost at the same time that the trickster was carried off by the medical staff.

The sturdy man was about to say a few harsh words when a hand suddenly stretched out from behind and grabbed his shoulder.

"Don't...jump in line, the next one...is me."

The voice was hoarse and gloomy, with no ups and downs in tone. It didn't sound like a normal person at all.

The man shuddered, turned around subconsciously, and met a pair of dark yellow eyes that suppressed bloodthirsty impulses.

These are wolf eyes.