Diablo Destruction

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The next day, at the Lu Gaoyin training ground, I was thinking about the note I got from Yilanya in my hand, and my face turned bitter.

Regarding the training method for the intermediate level of World Power, there has finally been progress. It is no longer as clueless and groping as before, but...

His eyes fell on the note again, and the corners of his eyes began to twitch violently.

There was an ominous aura exuding from this note.

The owner of the note is an acquaintance. He is Grandpa Wixon, the green dragon druid who explained the realm of world power to me the last time I came to the third world. Among the many powerful people with world power, he is probably one of the few. A type with weak combat effectiveness but super strong auxiliary capabilities.

Probably because of this, Grandpa Wixon seems to like teaching the younger generations. His teaching level is not bad. He can use easy-to-understand expressions, so that even an idiot like me can immediately understand the hierarchical structure of the world power realm, and he is very similar to me. As we are both Druid professionals, I expected that Yilanya would go back to him to inquire.

But, how to say it? Grandpa Wixon is good at everything, but his teaching method is a bit simple and crude. I'm afraid it's because he's good at healing. As long as you don't die immediately, he can pull you back from the end of the Santu River, so let's teach him. , a bit like a devil instructor, not at all like the usual kind-faced, elegant and gentle old Druid who exudes life energy that makes people approachable.

Based on the above, you can naturally imagine what the teaching method in this note is, in short. I briefly summarized what Grandpa Wixon wrote above, which is roughly like this.

Not long after I reached the intermediate realm of World Power, just as Vixen described it when he taught me before, the intermediate realm of World Power is like human internal organs, exploring the intermediate realm. It is to let your world have some functions similar to those of the internal organs - breathing, transmission, decomposition, and release. These four functions correspond to the ability to recover and compress energy. Anti-hit ability, and explosive power.

The intermediate state of world power that I am currently in seems to be a chaotic state with no distinction between the five internal organs. Just because of natural needs, I have barely gained some breathing function, that is, the ability to recover. The rest of the abilities have yet to be discovered.

How to tap into these abilities is what I should do in this training ground at the intermediate level.

The meal must be eaten one bite at a time, and the road must be walked step by step. First of all, according to Grandpa Wixon, I should at least break this chaotic state of the five internal organs and sense the existence of the [internal organs] in my own world. Only then can its functions be gradually explored and exercised.

So that’s it, no wonder I’ve been practicing hard these past few days, using all the methods I’ve used before, without any close combat. It turns out there’s something wrong here, and I haven’t found the five internal organs of the world. No matter how much I train, I can only develop a little muscle strength and cannot move forward one step.

When I saw this, my mind suddenly became enlightened. It feels like I will realize it one day. I praise you, Grandpa Wixon. You are worthy of being a powerful instructor certified by the alliance.

But the next content made me look miserable.

As expected of a devil instructor, even the method is so... so simple and crude.

After explaining the level I am facing now, the next step is naturally the strategy. According to Grandpa Wixon’s teaching method, there are two ways to feel the internal organs of the world.

The first method is relatively gentle. Just calm down, just like an old monk entering samadhi, and slowly sense it with your heart. You will be able to sense it one day, probably.

Probably something! Probably! Someday and when! You said it vaguely, but you clearly don’t want me to choose this method, right? You devil instructor.

The second method is here. Grandpa Wixon mode is turned on. A bunch of eloquent explanations make me dizzy. Compared with the first method, it is like the difference between one being raised by a stepmother and the other being a biological son. .

The four major functions of the realm in the power of the world already exist. We do not need to understand and create them alone. As long as we feel their existence and learn to actively use them, we can gradually master the mystery of the intermediate realm and continuously improve.

Although these functions exist, they are very hidden. Just like an ordinary person, in daily life, except for the beating of the heart and the expansion of the lungs, it is impossible to feel the working operation of other internal organs, although they do exist and are always present. Running.

Therefore, adventurers who have just advanced to the intermediate level must feel their existence and control them freely to maximize the world's recovery ability, anti-strike ability, energy condensation ability, and explosive power.

In addition to the first method mentioned above, Grandpa Wixon focused on the second method. The method he highly recommended was very simple, just one word - getting beaten.

When you are beaten, beaten again, and cried for your father and mother all the time, the world, which has functions similar to those of flesh and blood, will instinctively carry out protective work, and the functions of the internal organs will start to operate on their own, especially the recovery function and Anti-shock function, at this time, you can take the opportunity to sense their existence and operation, which is much more reliable and faster than those old monks who are in meditation.

If you are beaten to the deepest point and you can no longer endure your own world, and you feel that just being beaten is not the answer and you must do something, then your cohesion function and explosive ability will be greatly stimulated, allowing you to resist oppression, that is So simple.

The core of this method is just one word - the body needs a beating.

Speaking of which, I recalled the battle with Horasson. I did have a feeling of excitement at that time. To describe it in unscientific terms, it was extraordinary performance. That feeling was something I could never do on the training field these days. Can't be found.

After seeing Grandpa Wixon's note, I suddenly realized that it turned out that I was oppressed by the ice dragon and fire dragon at that time. The world began to instinctively protect itself, and the power generated was interpreted by me as extraordinary performance on the spot. Of course, later Not to mention the explosive power of destruction, it was purely the ice and fire dragon seeking death. He actually attempted to challenge or even obliterate the existence of destruction.

The mystery is solved, but...

I fell to my knees in frustration, tears streaming down my face.

Now, there are two difficult questions. First, should I use the second method? Second. Even if I use the second method, who should I find to beat me up.

Grandpa Wixon, you are trying to trick me, right? You must be!

The first method is not impossible, but it is too far-fetched, just like cultivating internal strength. Qi gathers in the Dantian, but I don’t know what kind of Qi it is, how to control its flow, and where is the Dantian?

I feel that the first method requires a very powerful talent. It is better not to try it for a mortal like me. In other words, the only option is the second method.

Where can I find someone who can beat me to death? This is also a job of strength. For a strong world power like me, it doesn't mean that I can beat me to pain if I want to, huh.

Suddenly, I had a flash of inspiration and I seemed to know who to ask for help.

first. We need a jar of honey, put it in a place where it often hangs out, find a long stick, hold up the trap high, put the honey inside, tie the stick with a rope, and grab the other end of the rope. in hand. Then hide in an inconspicuous corner and wait.

Great, everything is ready.

Half an hour later, a small black figure appeared and found the honey lying on the ground. He ran straight up.

"Honey!"

"Brother!"

The black figure suddenly turned a corner, gave up on the honey, and ran towards me who was hiding in the corner. He purred and flew into his arms coquettishly.

"..."

So, am I more attractive than honey? I said a little happily, if I had known this was the case, I wouldn't have wasted the honey, I would have just stood in the trap.

I happily stroked Biansha's cute head and rubbed her soft face. I found that the script was not perfect, so I said to Biansha.

"Beansa, go get the honey."

"Yes." He nodded charmingly, and Beansa left my arms, ran to the cage excitedly, squatted down, and picked up the honey jar. Then I pulled the rope, and the cage fell, and Beansa, who was facing a question mark, dropped. Covered inside.

A brisk and exciting BGM sounded, idiot junior sister, captured!

Well, the joke ends here, with Biansha licking honey happily, we soon arrived at the training ground.

"Ahem, Beansa, I need a favor from you, can you?" I turned around, faced Beansa, and said solemnly.

My eyes fell on Beansha, who was licking honey with an innocent and confused look on her face. I couldn't help but wonder in my heart, can I really ask for help from such an idiot junior sister?

"Help? No problem, Beiansha wants to help senior brother!" As soon as he heard my request, Beiansha seemed to immediately find a sense of mission. Before I could finish my words, he immediately raised his hand and couldn't wait to eat the honey. .

"I'm very happy that you can agree, then..."

"Are you going to have a quiz competition? No problem, Beansa will accompany you!" Beansa put away the honey and interpreted my request without permission. He put on a pose as if he was a lucky qigong master and his eyes became solemn.

Although her move seemed clumsy, there was an invisible pressure that made me breathless.

"Wait, that's wrong, it's not a question and answer competition." I couldn't help but stop.

"What on earth is that..." Beansa looked confused.

"What kind of help is the quiz competition? Also, do you think there is nothing else you can do except the quiz competition?" He sighed heavily. My little junior sister, I really don't know how to call her naive. Still silly and cute.

"Cooking." Beansa tilted his head and thought for a moment, then suddenly puffed up his chest and found another unique skill.

"Forget it." I kept giving up. I didn't want to learn Beansa's dark cuisine.

"Then...eat honey?" Beansa started to feel unconfident.

"Anyone can do this kind of thing..."

"Then...that..." Biansha lowered his head nervously and muttered softly.

"Grab the mushrooms and kill the devil?"

"What?"

"It's nothing..." Although he was an idiot, Beansa knew that saying this might expose his identity, so he shook his head wittily.

"Forget it, let me tell you the truth, Beansa, I called you here to help this time because I wanted to... uh, how should I say this?"

If he directly told her "I want you to beat me", it would be a simple-minded Beansha. You will definitely treat me like an M.

After hemming and hawing and some roundabout explanations, I finally made Beansa understand that in order to improve my strength, I had to find someone to beat me, that's it.

"Beansa knows." He nodded his head heavily, his eyes as dark and beautiful as gems. Without any confusion, Biansha looked at me, pointed at me and said happily as if he was taking credit.

"Biansha knows. Senior brother is what the book calls a masochist, right?"

After finishing speaking, he still showed an expectant look like "Biansha guessed it right, please praise me now".

What's the point of beating around the bush just now, you bastard! ! !

"Beansa. Listen, first, I'm not a masochist, and second, I need your help. I want to use your fists to attack me, that's it."

"Yes...really? Senior brother is not a masochist...senior brother wants me to beat him..."

Frowning. Beansa looked at her fingers and made gestures, seeming to feel the gap between reality and books. Her worldview gradually became confused. She didn't know which side to believe, and her eyes rolled in circles.

My stupid little junior sister, will you die if you don’t act cute for a while?

Finally, Biansha gave up thinking. Soon he thought of her honey again, took it out, and started licking it again.

"Please, Biansha, is it okay?"

"Well, senior brother is saying that you can... use as much force as you want?" Beansha tilted his head. said.

If you use all your strength... no, even if you use one percent of your strength, your senior brother will die. Doesn't that matter? Is it possible to say that the real ability of senior brother is to resurrect from the dead?

Beansa was shocked.

"This... this... you can figure it out. As long as it's not life-threatening."

I wiped the cold sweat that had appeared on my forehead for no apparent reason and felt a cool breeze blowing from my back. Just now, I seemed to have come back from a ghost gate. Was it an illusion?

I don't know how strong Beansa is. I originally wanted to say that I should go all out. Even if he is stronger than me, he won't be able to kill me with just one punch. You must know the biggest advantage of the bear form. One of them is that my skin is thick and durable, and my recovery ability is strong. Even the strongest person in the world can't even think of knocking me down for a while.

However, to be cautious, I changed my words and let Beansa weigh his own strength.

"A non-life-threatening attack, right? Beansa understands." Beansa nodded, finally understanding what his senior brother meant.

That is to say, the senior brother does not have the ability to resurrect from the dead, and he must carefully control his power to avoid killing the senior brother.

"Are you ready? If you are, let's start now, no problem." I asked Beansara, waving at her while staying some distance away.

"Beansa, you're ready." Beansa nodded and said while holding the honey jar and licking the honey on his hands.

"No... at least put down the honey." I looked at Biansha speechlessly.

But Beansa shook his head confidently: "That's enough, Beansa, no problem."

"Okay." Then I remembered that this was not a training battle, but a unilateral attack by Beansa to beat me. She really didn't need to take any precautions against being attacked. It didn't matter whether she put down the honey jar or not.

However, there is still a feeling of being underestimated.

No matter, transform, hey! ! !

The power of the world - cpsplay... No! It's a magical girl... That's even more wrong! It's the Golden Saint Bear!

"Gam!"

The stuffed bear dressed as a gangster made a gorgeous appearance, with a pair of fierce eyes with an inverted triangle, and he waved my extremely sharp bear claws towards Biansha who was carelessly licking honey in the distance.

You see, Beansa, your senior brother I am actually very strong too.

"Beansa, it's time to go."

【bring it on】.

Unable to speak, I held up the wooden sign.

But just as the wooden sign was raised, Beansa on the opposite side had already disappeared.

Huh?

I subconsciously lowered my head and saw a black figure, let out a squeal, and seemed to use all my strength to punch a petite fist, which landed silently on the round plush belly.

There was no time to dodge, no time to parry, no time to even react instinctively, the fist had already landed on the stomach.

Isn't this... too exaggerated?

With a look of disbelief on my face, the next moment, I felt the overwhelming pain in my stomach. This punch seemed to have dented the entire belly and pressed it against my back. The intestines inside were squeezed into a ball, as if Just open your mouth and it will spit out.

The cosplay bear's powerful defense...is like a piece of paper.

The vision in front of me gradually became blurry, and my body seemed to be hanging on a rocket, flying up with the roar of the wind, and then floating, floating, into the universe, without feeling any gravity... My eyelids could no longer Unable to bear it, I closed it, and my consciousness fell into darkness...

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