A dull vibration echoed over Rogge, as if God suddenly struck a muffled thunder, and the dust raised could be seen dozens of miles away.
"Carlos loves fire. He was completely suppressed." Seattlek shook his head and sighed. He also felt that the distance was not a strength gap that he could overcome now.
Why are the same people so different?
This idea popped into the minds of countless adventurers after seeing Seattle's terrifying strength. Now that it pops up in Seattle's mind, I don't know if it's a cycle of cause and effect, or retribution.
"Teacher Kasha, do you think Carlos can still hold on? Teacher Kasha?"
Seattlek turned around and planned to ask the experienced Kasha for advice, but found that the other party was gnashing his teeth and looking back and forth between the crack in the ground and a certain culprit Druid, his eyes red as if he was hungry. Three days and three nights of wild wolf.
"Teacher, don't worry about the wine at this time. In the worst case, I'll pay it back to you.
Seatlek looked helpless, how could he still care about her drink at this time. There is probably only one other person like the old drunkard in the world.
"Oh, I don't really care, it's just thirty." No, it's just six hundred barrels of wine. But if you insist on paying me compensation, Seattle, I won't be respectful. "
Kasha's expression changed from gloomy to clear in an instant, and she stopped talking to Seike like a neighbor's aunt, with a disgusting look like "I hate you. You misunderstood me, I don't have such shameless thoughts."
Siyarank:
Is there really a tree hole in this world that can hold six hundred barrels of wine?
Originally, it would have been thirty barrels. Maybe Seattle Lake would consider it, but the Kasha Lion opened his mouth and even said six hundred barrels in one breath and acted like I'm not that thick-skinned. Seattle Lake had to consider it.
It's not that he is poor or reluctant to give up money, but Akara has clearly warned several of Kasha's students not to be too spoiled by Kasha, and when the other party drinks, most of Rogge's training affairs will fall on Seattle Lake himself. Yes, this is what he doesn't want to see.
Kasha, who did not realize that due to his own greed, had failed to draw water from the bamboo basket, was still dreaming of taking a bath in wine while answering Seattle's question.
"Of course it can't end like this. Although he knows the strength gap between the two sides, he still has the skills to win at the end."
"Super Shunpo, fanatical aura. Plus the combination of revenge and white heat!!"
Seattle suddenly realized that although Carlos's unique move only appeared during the martial arts tournament, it was already widely known. Together with the double air compression fist that appeared in the same competition, it is known as the most powerful attack move.
Carlos uses this combo attack. The unparalleled speed and terrifying attack power are almost everyone's nightmare. Even Seatlek himself is not confident that he can take this move. In a real fight with Carlos, the only way he can think of to deal with this move is The method is to keep wandering around and attack with attack.
Although the power of Carlos's move is amazing, it has a fatal flaw, that is, the hit rate is not high. Constantly changing his position so that he cannot lock on is a very effective method. As for attacking with attack, it is Before you are killed by this move, you must first activate your own powerful move. If you use a unique move, you will know who will win when the time comes.
How will the other party feel pain?
No matter how he thought about it, Seattle could not find a completely effective way to deal with Carlos's move. He simulated countless battles in his mind. In the end, he came to the conclusion that the winning rates of both sides were evenly divided. certainly. In this kind of confrontation, the loser has a 90% chance of dying.
How will the other party deal with it?
He cast his gaze on the werewolf druid on the battlefield, his eyes filled with tension, anticipation, and excitement. Unyielding, fighting spirit.
There are always only two words in Seattle's stubborn brain: fight!
As if to echo Kaxia's thoughts, the wind direction suddenly changed in the dusty training ground and half of the forest.
There was no air flow generated by the powerful collision, and there was no obvious change in the wind direction. The wind suddenly arose without warning in the originally calm sky, and rolled towards the same place, forming a huge cyclone.
An adventurer with some knowledge. After seeing this situation, everyone can guess that this is not wind at all, but a person's momentum, and the power fluctuation caused by the huge momentum that a person exudes.
Scenarios like this are not uncommon. However, the huge cyclone formed by the momentum in front of us has a diameter of more than ten kilometers. The fluctuation of momentum on this scale is simply unheard of and seen.
See.
"Good guy, Carlos is getting serious."
Kasha murmured as he reached out to grab a wisp of breeze outside the cyclone.
The feeling that came from his fingertips, that powerful force, contained Carlos's unyielding determination that shocked the hearts of others.
Ordinary adventurers, just feeling a ray of heavy will contained in this powerful momentum, may be unable to bear it and surrender first.
Suddenly, a clear avenue separated from the dusty sky on the opposite side, and the figure of Carlos holding a sword and a shield slowly walked from the opposite side.
The armor on his body was in tatters, no different from a beggar, and the steel cap on his head fell off at some point. Revealing hair.
Breathing heavily, the dust on his face mixed with the blood left by Chuanba Er made Loss look like a seriously injured soldier who had just come out of a fire.
However, his spine remained straight. The steps were firm and powerful, the eyes covered with blood were slightly squinted, and the gaze revealed from inside. It fell on him unconsciously, and he felt like he was being burned.
At this moment, the aura emanating from Carlos was more dangerous than ever before. It was just like the crazy paladin who was obsessed with finding Angele's sister-in-law and did not hesitate to burn his life during the martial arts tournament. generally.
Does this guy want to burn his life again?
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva. After burning it a few more times, you can go directly to heaven to reunite with Sister-in-law Angelil.
However, the momentum is crazy. Carlos hadn't lost his mind enough to waste his life on a fight like this. He still had to save his life to see his wife and take care of his daughter.
Besides, the method of burning one's life is too rogue for a respectable opponent. Carlos used it twice in the tournament but he had no choice but to do it for Angelil. He trampled all his self-esteem under his feet.
When I saw Carlos maintaining this terrifying momentum and eyes, slowly pointing the long sword at me, I breathed a sigh of relief, confirming that this guy still had some sense and did not risk his own life. Play in the hands of death.
"Junior Brother Wu!"
In this solemn atmosphere, Carlos spoke.
"You won this battle, you won anyway, but please forgive me for being willful and selfish as a warrior. I want to see if you can handle this move. I want to see what happens between us. How big is the gap!"
"snort!"
He chuckled confidently. I pointed my sword straight at Carlos.
"That's great, Carlos, I'll make you eager to step into the realm of breakthroughs."
"Yeah?"
From Carlos's bloody face. A faint smile came over.
No matter what the final result is, no matter it's me. It was Carlos, at this moment, already satisfied and smiling.
"Qiang!"
Carlos discarded the shield in his hand, held the sword in both hands, took a deep breath, and slowly closed his eyes.
Ice sword!
The ice-blue sword body shone with cold light. I waved it gently in my hand, and the pressure from Carlos on the opposite side made me more focused than ever before. I felt every beat of his heart, every muscle shake, and even every breath of his pores, all clear. reflected in my mind.
"Hey, is this guy planning to do it next?"
Seek saw this scene. An incredible cry.
The best way to deal with Carlos's unique move is to constantly change positions so that Carlos cannot lock himself. And now. Seattlek actually saw the opponent, stood there motionless and let Carlos lock onto him, and actually wanted to take Carlos's special move directly.
"There may not be ear rollers"
Kasha took a sip of wine. His eyes were firmly fixed on the battlefield, and in the slits of his squinted eyes, his pupils reflected countless white light spots with the same spiritual power.
The moment she finished speaking. The wind moved.
To be precise, it should be that the cyclone that was blowing the entire training ground, the substantial storm caused by Carlos's power, momentum and will, suddenly disappeared.
The strength, momentum, spirit, and will were all condensed by Carlos to one point, the tip of the long sword in his hand. At this moment, Carlos seemed to be integrated with the long sword in his hand. It was no longer possible to tell whether it was Carlos standing there, or a peerless sword with sharp edges.
Super instant step. disappear! !
The world seemed to slow down. However, even in this extremely slow time, Carlos' figure was still an invisible light. Only the mental power in the mind captures it. There is still a vague afterimage left.
Just with this feeling, his body naturally turned slightly at an angle. The ice sword in his hand scraped by.
Suddenly divided!
My brain was in a trance. Carlos had appeared a hundred meters behind me, maintaining a slashing posture with swords in both hands. Together with the ice sword I gently swung out, they remained motionless, as if our time had been frozen.
This scene is so imaginary as the final showdown between Carlos and I during the tournament, except for the different scenes. It's like it was carved from a template.
At that time, when faced with Carlos's unique combination of moves, my ice decapitation sword was shattered and completely defeated. I lost.
But this time, after a moment's pause in their respective time, Carlos knelt down with his sword in hand. I put away my sword and turned around, looking at him silently.
This time, I won.
"I lost, I completely lost. I didn't expect you to be able to avoid it, hahaha!"
Carlos kneels down on one knee. A rollover. Sitting on the ground, he couldn't hide his helplessness and bitterness in his hearty laughter.
Unexpectedly, only two months have passed. Being left far behind by those who were slightly inferior to him before, this kind of frustration was only experienced by others from Carlos. Today, Carlos himself finally tasted it.
"Feng Shui has turned, and I finally avenged the martial arts tournament."
Stepping forward, I stretched out my hand and pulled Fonlos up.
Just after dodging that blow. Not too much: First, the harm done to Carlos Haocheng was probably far more psychological than just asking for help.
, I really can’t do anything if I don’t break through the field quickly. "
A rough and loud voice approached from a distance, and without looking back, one could tell it was Seattle Cook and the old drunkard.
Standing nearby, Seattle Ke kept looking at me up and down with his ferocious eyes as big as copper bells, as if he was sizing up some rare animal. It gave me the creeps for a while.
"I can't tell. I originally thought that my old figure was already good enough, but I didn't expect that compared with Junior Brother Wu, there is still a long way to go."
Although Seatlek said this, his eyes were not depressed at all. On the contrary, the fighting spirit inside was almost burning.
"Yes, yes, you can't tell at all, right? This kid is so stupid that he doesn't look like a master or even an ordinary adventurer."
The old drunkard didn't miss any opportunity to hit me. He found an opportunity to interrupt and bit the word "fan" in my mouth.
"Just wait and see. One day I will turn you into an idiot with an IQ of only nine." Her curse, Huo Zhuang, is Arrow Eggplant, Hoop Guizhou, Qiao Wuxian, and she might become an idiot with an IQ of only nine.
No, I'm more than just an old drunkard. Maybe one day, my abilities can cover the entire continent. Turn the wisdom of the entire Dark Continent into fools, and then I will be the wisest person in the entire continent. That's right, that's right. I'm so smart and insidious that I can even think of such a thing, wow haha Ha ha! !
Maybe who I am now. It has been directly approaching the throne of a counselor in the mainland.
"Did this guy just win against Carlos? He was so excited. His brain was burned out."
Seattlek pointed at the family member who had inexplicably started to burst into flames. to one's teacher
road.
"Don't worry about him, he must be making some unrealistic delusions again, alas. It seems that the more powerful he is, the more stupid he becomes. Maybe one day he will really break through to that level. He is also a fool. Look, that stupid master is I will become the disciple of Lord Kasha who is a wise and powerful warrior who combines beauty and wisdom. When that time comes, Lord Kasha’s reputation will be over.”
"I think Junior Brother Wu's unrealistic delusions are infected from you, Teacher, or Teacher, you have been infected by Junior Brother Wu.
Seattlek was silent for a moment and said something so sharp that Kasha almost spit out a mouthful of blood.
groove.
"Speaking of which, what exactly is this boy's pseudo-domain ability?"
After glaring at the unfilial student who dared to complain about him, Kasha asked the question he had been holding back.
Although she clearly saw the whole process of Carlos' body being affected and slightly stunned after entering the opponent's territory, she was not very clear about the reason. Even if someone is as strong as Kasha, it is impossible to judge from the slight pause of the other party what kind of negative impact he has received.
"You should try it yourself, I really don't know what to say." Carlos smiled bitterly and shook his head.
"Snapped!!"
When I dreamed that all the beautiful girls in the continent would become stupid, crying and shouting that they wanted to be my daughters and sisters, I was in a good state. His head suddenly sank, and the severe pain immediately made the beautiful girl's face in his mind disappear into thin air.
"Who is it? Which family is he?"
When I woke up, I immediately opened my eyes and looked for the guy who dared to disturb my dream. As soon as I saw the old drunkard retracting his spear, I immediately knew what was going on.
Very good, I will buy up all the wine in the entire camp tomorrow, and report to Akara the few wine hiding spots I know.
"Boy Wu, quickly expand your pseudo-realm and let us see what kind of fool you are.
The old drunkard had no idea that he was going to be in trouble, so he still asked me in an arrogant tone without thinking about life or death.
Huh, it's not the attribute of being a fool, it's the attribute that turns you into a fool.
With a cold snort and a snap of his fingers, the pseudo-domain immediately enveloped the three people.
"This is"
For a moment, I saw a very rare scene, filled with tragedy. The old drunkard hiding on the coffee table also had an incredible look on his face.
Is it true that under the influence of the pseudo-realm, people have become stupid? Although this guy is a fool to begin with.
While I was so proud, I didn't notice a trace of complicated emotions flashing across the old drunkard's face along with the shock. Suddenly, he held his head and groaned.
"Damn, my brain" can't seem to remember anything. "What on earth is going on?" Oh my god”
Oh, I didn’t expect that the old drunkard’s resistance to the pseudo-domain ability of Moon Wolf’s transformation was so weak. Is it because she is a fool to begin with?
all in all. Seeing the old drunkard holding his head in a daze and moaning, I felt extremely proud.
"Have you lost all your already low IQ? What a poor old woman. It doesn't matter, just let me teach you."
Pushing up the imaginary glasses frame, I scribbled the calculations on the white paper I took out, squatted down, and placed it in front of the old drunkard.
"Come on, let's figure out this formula first."
The next moment, there was a "pop" sound, and my head was buried in the mud by the old drunkard's spear."
