I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 123 The Wizard Lord and Aifati

The No. [-] fighting arena in the world converted from a warehouse is as high as a four-story building, but it is not really a four-story building.

The ceiling of the hall on the first floor is almost seven meters high, and it is two floors high, followed by the second and third floors.

The first floor is a fighting arena, the second floor is a nightclub-like rest area, and the third floor is divided into two, half of which is an office area and the other half is converted into a boxer training room.

On the roof of the warehouse, a glass attic with one bedroom, four halls and a front yard was built with bulletproof glass, light alloy steel, wood and sound insulation panels.

At 07:30 in the morning, the rising sun cast a warm red light beam on the earth, and the red light fell on the river surface, sparkling, as if a red carp was jumping on the river surface.

The red light fell on the glass wall, reflecting thousands of rays of light.

"huhuhuhu"

In this beautiful and peaceful morning scene, Harry suddenly woke up from the "nightmare", gasping for breath.

The thick shawl hair is dripping, from the root to the tip of the hair, most of it is wet, there is no clothes on the body, and the sweaty thin blanket hangs on the skin like adhesive tape.

"Fack, black magic is quick to learn, but the side effects are too great."

Harry lifted the thin blanket and walked naked to the next bathroom.

The shower dripped down the cool water, taking away the sweat and dirt on her body, but it still couldn't wash away the haze in her heart and the looming shadow in front of her eyes.

She couldn't see the shadow, but when she faced the glass or mirror, she could vaguely see an indistinguishable figure behind her.

When she saw the shadow for the first time, she was shocked and tried to exorcise herself with a "confession stick" and a cross.

but completely ineffective.

Soon, Harry guessed that the shadow was the source of her nightmares, bruised legs, and lack of energy.

So, she gritted her teeth and communicated with the voice of heaven through the big cross again.

The Voice of Heaven was the same as the first time, so ethereal that there was no emotion at all. She spoke out her needs, and it met her needs.

It told her: This is one of the costs of using black magic, and no one can help except her to get through it.Just like a person is very lazy, God can only persuade him to be diligent, but he cannot take his laziness away.

Just this piece of information cost her [-] credits.

Of course, this price is not too bad, because the voice of the sky made it clear that it is not the black hands behind the scenes who are punishing her, and she can even survive by herself.

In this way, she no longer has to be paranoid, fearful, unable to think about food and drink, or sleepless at night.
After nearly half a year of tossing like this, the inflection point of the "illness" has not yet arrived.

At first she couldn't see the shadow, but now she can see the shadow in the mirror, and now the shadow is getting clearer and clearer. One day, she will be able to see it with "naked eyes".

Perhaps, the turning point will come on the day when the face of the shadow is clearly seen?
Is it very Thai?

The strange thing is that, after tossing like this every day, Harley actually got a lot of benefits from it: willpower level two, 55% (last time it was level two, 5%, an increase of 50% progress).

[-]nd-Level Will and Mental Defense Feat: Weak resistance to physical stunning.

For example, when Harley is fighting with others or boxing, his will is always clear, and he will not be confused by the beating no matter what.

For another example, even if the neighbor's house is being renovated, or the cement road is being drilled in the street outside the apartment building, she can open the window and concentrate on doing the exercise set.

Harley tried it in the ring, and this defense feat is very useful in combat.

If the level is raised in the future, it may be completely immune to "dizzy field control".

However, what Harry was concerned about was not the improvement of the Will Defense Specialty.

As long as she keeps "destroying the will of others", her expertise will improve sooner or later.

The question is, why is her will and spirit stronger when she is backlashed by black magic?

Or, is this the practice of a traditional black magician?
She had asked this question in the magic chat group, and they were all confused and surprised at Harley's point of view.

But even Benjamin, a genius boy, began to doubt whether she was backlashed by black magic, or she had a miraculous evolution after practicing black magic.

After taking a shower, Harry dried her hair, rummaged through the cloakroom for a while, and picked out a knee-length denim skirt and a sleeveless vest made of Kelaf.

Uh, Harry, who was afraid of death, immediately ordered dozens of sets of clothes made of bulletproof materials for herself after she had money. There are various styles of spring, summer, autumn and winter, and there is no shortage of clothes, shoes and hats.

These clothes are worn by ordinary people, and they are not bulletproof at all.

If you think about it, you will understand. Put an egg in a plastic bag and throw it from the second floor. If the bag does not break, the egg will still break.

Only the "bulky" inflatable foam bags can protect the eggs from impact damage.

But Harley is not an ordinary person. Her defense enhancement is comprehensive, with no defects in internal organs, bones, meridians, muscles, and skin.

After leaving the bedroom, Harry saw Ivy wiping the floor in the living room with her butt and butt pouted.

She also wears the "Harry Family" staff uniform, the letter H T-shirt.

"You don't need to do this, every two days, the hostess downstairs will come to clean up." Harry went to the kitchen and said while frying eggs.

"But I can only do this now." Ivy was still mopping the floor.

"It's a bit strange for you. If you were someone else, you would just eat and drink and live forever without any psychological burden." Harry laughed.

"I can support myself and not depend on anyone. Of course, I'm not a freak who won't accept help from friends awkwardly."

Ivy panted a little while talking and working.

"I didn't say I raised you for nothing"

Harry came out with fried eggs, bacon, sausage, milk and toast, "Come over for breakfast."

Ivy wasn't too polite, she sat opposite Harley, munching on her share.

"You want me to cook? But all I can do is soak cornflakes," she said.

"When did you start wandering?" Harry asked curiously, biting a piece of sausage.

Ivy said sullenly: "It didn't take long, just over two months, before my mother cooked.

After your father overturned the case, the GCPD began to re-investigate the shooting of the Wayne couple.

It was that Jim Gordon who asked Fish to find out who sold Wayne's watch and necklace.

I don't know what they said, but when the detectives came to my house, my father ran away.

He is a recidivist with a criminal record. Apart from killing people, he has done all kinds of bad things. When the police detectives come to his house, of course he will run away.

The police started to give chase, followed by another shootout, and he was killed.

Died inexplicably.

A few days after my father died, my mother couldn't bear the blow and committed suicide.

The Children's Care Center came to my house and sent me to the Upstate Orphanage.

I was lucky and was adopted by a family within a few days.

My luck was also bad, they adopted me, only for the $500 monthly subsidy from the government.

I was locked in the basement, and my 'mother' beat me every day and gave me rotten leftovers.

One day she wasn't home and 'adopted father' got drunk and went down to the basement trying to strengthen me.

I'm not an ordinary girl. When I saw the opportunity, I kicked his balls and went to the kitchen to turn on the gas stove, burning that house to a piece of white ground. "

When saying this, Ivy raised her head and looked at Harry proudly, as if saying: Look, I’m not much worse than you, am I?

Harry gave a thumbs up and boasted: "Gotham girl, well done!"

With the approval of Gotham's female boss, Ivy smiled happily.

"What are your plans for the future, do you want to continue going to school?" Harry asked.

Ivy shook her head and said: "Although I once dreamed of going to university and becoming a botanist, now I have realized the reality.

First of all, I can't pass the SAT.

Even if I get an offer from a third-rate university, the high tuition fees will kill me.

Now I have killed my nominal adoptive father again."

Harley thought for a while, and said, "I'll help you with the tuition and criminal records. If you concentrate on repeating your studies for two years, you may be able to regain your dream."

"It's impossible for me to be an ordinary student anymore, just like you won't go to gymnastics competitions now." Ivy said with a complicated expression.

Harry chewed his food silently.

After being silent for a while, Ivy twisted her body a little uncomfortably and said, "Are you selling du?
I have a knack for taking care of plants and have previously tended coca leaves for the Blinder Gang in Brooklyn.

It's a pity that the cost is too high, far cheaper than importing directly from South America. In less than half a month, the blindfold gang went bankrupt and I lost my job.

However, switching to hemp grass that does not have such high requirements for the growing environment should have a certain profit margin. "

"I'm currently researching soilless cultivation technology, replacing the sun with electric lights with special light waves, which can increase the planting area per unit space, and the profit can be doubled several times.

You have a lot of warehouses, you don’t need to empty them all, as long as you build a glass greenhouse on the roof like now.”

Seeing Ivy's flushed face and shining eyes with excitement, Harry was stunned for a while.

This girl seems to be less moral than a kitten!

"No, I won't touch Du Ping!" Harley hastily interrupted her grand plan: "Actually, all I do are legitimate businesses.

Even the 'No. [-] Fighting Competition in the World' has a license issued by the city hall.

In the future, I also plan to make it a global league like the WBA. "

"Well, legitimate business, illegal monopoly," she concluded.

"Huh?" Ivy was startled, and said in doubt: "But your fighting arena seems like last night, I saw a lot of people flying high."

Harry waved his hand and said: "The guests brought them in by themselves, drug dealers are not allowed in the fighting arena.

For this reason, Inspector Frass of the anti-narcotics team came to me specially.

I didn't see him at all and just told him to fuck off.

Then, he asked people to sell goods in the parking lot and on the side of the road.

It's not my territory, I don't care, and I can't control it. "

"Then, I'll be a female shooter?" Ivy looked hesitant and unconfident.

"Don't rush to make a decision, I'll take you down for a stroll later."

"Quack quack quack" suddenly, a crow flapped its wings and hit the glass wall lightly.

"Hey, this crow is so strange, it has dark green eyes, and it seems to be still shining?" Ivy put down her fork, and approached the window to open it.

"Hey, Ivy, stop!" Harry's expression froze, and he quickly stopped her, "The green-eyed crow likes to shit everywhere, don't let it in."

"Really?" Ivy wrinkled her nose and stepped back.

"Quack quack!" The crow's green eyes were stained with darkness, and there was a kind of human anger.

"Ivy, you go downstairs to find old Gibbs first, he is familiar with everything in the boxing ring, and he will definitely be able to find a good job for you."

After Ivy left with an inexplicable expression, Harley opened the window and sighed: "I'm mentally ill, you know, I'm in treatment, I take medicine every day, and I don't have time or energy to do tasks."

The crow exploded with a bang, turning into a distorted phantom made of black smoke, and roared at Harry: "You're the one shitting everywhere! The witch master thinks you're weak, and wants to give you an Avanti."

(End of this chapter)