Diablo Destruction

“Drink, drink, drink—!!”

"Ahhhh——!"

"Gammmmmmmmmmm~~~~~!!"

On the training ground, there were several battle roars mixed with a strange cry. Three figures... no, it should be said that two figures and a bear shadow kept intertwining. Every time they collided, an explosion that made the whole body explode. An explosion that shook the training ground.

Carlos and Seattle's cooperation has become more and more sharp. Since the first time the two of them teamed up and were sent back to their hometown, they finally gradually realized that if they go their own ways, not only will they not be able to cooperate at all, but they will often hinder the other's actions. Plus one's strength cannot be used.

Of course, even if it is just like this, the strength shown by the two of them is enough to defeat the average field-level master. The problem is that when their unique moves are blocked one by one by the pair of furry and soft bear paws that seem to be stuffed with cotton inside. After blocking and then being kicked away, the two finally understood.

There is this guy... This bear has a very striking resemblance to a teddy bear... a humanoid toy bear. He is not a master in the field in the general sense. It is impossible to defeat him if you work alone.

Therefore, in the past two days of practice, these two people finally put down their airs as masters and began to study how to cooperate. This time, one person's duck was so big that he almost shouted "ga-oh".

However, as I gradually become more familiar with this teddy bear's body, or to be more precise, I gradually get used to its warrior-like fighting consciousness and fighting physique, my strength is also increasing. The cooperation between Carlos and Seattle is not achieved overnight. Same thing.

Therefore, the battle is always fierce and joyful, but most of the time, because the fighting styles of this guy Seattle and Carlos are different, one likes passion and the other pursues calmness, so after a while, their cooperation falls apart, and the result is natural , was kicked into two shooting stars by my flying kick.

So far, the two men still have zero wins.

Thinking like this, sure enough, after a while, the difference in the fighting styles of the two people became apparent. Facing the shadow of my heavy legs, Carlos chose to take a step back, while Seattle took a step forward excitedly, wanting to join forces. A personal effort.

As a result, although the two people quickly discovered the other's actions that were contrary to their own and adjusted in time, in this gap of less than a second, for me, a domain-level expert, it was really difficult for me. There are so many opportunities to take advantage of.

There is a flaw! !

With a sharp look, I suddenly increased the strength on my thighs as Seaco and Carlos secretly exclaimed something bad. The shadow of a hundred legs rose to the shadow of a thousand legs. In just an instant, I wielded the ax with all my strength. Seattleke resisted and kicked away.

"Damn it, this guy..."

Carlos complained softly while thrusting the sword towards him in a desperate struggle.

"Fuck——"

There was a crisp sound. In Carlos's helpless eyes, his long sword was held by two furry bear paws decorated with brown and white velvet. At the same time, there was a sharp sound of wind beside him. Before he could use Shunpo, he was stuck. Los Angeles followed in Seattle's footsteps.

This is really a gratifying scene. After being kicked away, Seatik's body is still spinning in mid-air like a top. The back figure streaking across the sky like a meteor with the momentum of a drill seems to match the BGM of Hallelujah. , looking extremely heroic.

Immediately afterwards, Carlos followed in the same posture. The sky seemed to be playing a duet of Hallelujah. The two people's high-synchronized spinning posture made people burst into tears. In their minds, they thought of the Gyro Brothers and the Drill Brothers. , Haier Brothers, Calabash Brothers and so on.

"Boom-boom-!!"

After a while, the two meteors, two tops, two drills, two Hales, and two gourds that finally turned into debris and ashes fell several kilometers away in two consecutive explosions, with their heads stuck in the ground. Half of his body was stuck in the mud, unable to extricate himself.

"..."

I kindly walked forward, hugged their thighs, and pulled out two people one by one like they were pulling out carrots.

"Damn it, Carlos, why don't you rush up with me!!"

As soon as they stood up, with mud still scattered in their hair, the two started to strangle each other.

"Didn't I say it yesterday? We can't fight Junior Brother Wu head-on. Our combined fighting abilities may not be his opponent."

Carlos almost got angry when he heard that the villain from Seattle had complained first. That's okay. You forgot about the tactics you discussed yesterday.

"No, if you had cooperated with me just now, you would have been able to suppress this kid." Seatlek shouted loudly.

"Who told you it could be suppressed? Whose brain came to such a stupid conclusion." Carlos was also angry.

"Of course it's the great Bulcaisuo. In my dream last night, he gave me a thumbs up and said that as long as the two of us work together, we will be able to suppress Junior Brother Wu's fighting ability."

Seattlek opened his hands exaggeratedly, making a gesture as if our Lord was coming. Indeed, if it was Kuuhu's turn, he might have surpassed Bulcasso.

"What two pathetic guys, brother, do we really want to cooperate with these two people in the future?"

Sister Sharna walked up to me, hugged me from behind with a comfortable look on her face, buried her beautiful face into her furry body, and then used a cold tone and a condescending queen's attitude to face the two people who were arguing endlessly. Know commented tactfully.

"..."

Seattlek and Carlos, two grown men, felt ashamed when they were told this, and they stopped their unnecessary quarrel, their faces filled with gloom.

"Tomorrow, we will definitely formulate sharp tactics tomorrow." Seattleke was still arrogant.

"No matter how good the tactics are, you must cooperate with them."

Carlos spoke unceremoniously from the side.

"It's not because your tactics don't match my fighting style. You have to think about me sometimes instead of always formulating tactics according to your own style, you bastard."

Seattlek shook Carlos's shoulders vigorously, spitting foam in Carlos' face.

"At this point, do you still want to put the blame on me? When did I just formulate tactics according to my own style? I was just formulating the most appropriate tactics."

"..."

Yes, the two of them started arguing again.

"The fighting training is almost at its peak. Your grasp of this posture is basically in place. The rest can only be gradually honed in real actual combat."

Sister Sharna had completely ignored the two grown men fighting in the nest and turned to me.

After canceling the domain transformation, I turned around and held Sister Sharna in my arms, sniffing the faint fragrance emanating from her body comfortably.

"Then what to practice next?"

"Get familiar with the field, and take a look at your previous blood bear skills to see how many of them you can recover."

Sister Sharna said without hesitation. It seemed that she had already considered the training schedule for me.

"Okay, okay, you two want to go back to the hotel and start the argument."

I stopped Seattle and Carlos, who were still fighting among themselves, and asked them to stay aside to cool down and slowly discuss tomorrow's tactics.

After a while, I was the only one standing in the center of the field. The strong wind carrying sand blew across the training ground, kicking up streams of dust. It looked a bit solemn like a soldier on the battlefield in autumn.

Then... what about transformation? ! !

According to the attributes displayed by this posture, it seems that it should be called Fighting Bear, but this name is not very powerful, so something needs to be added.

Very good, it’s decided, let’s ask the Hell Fighting Bear to transform first.

very good! ! The name has finally been decided for the time being - Hell Fighting Bear Transformation (tentative name).

After using the bear claws to write the five characters "Hell Fighting Bear" on the ground, I waved my hand proudly to everyone and asked them to call them that for the time being.

"Huh? Isn't it a ragdoll bear? Or a teddy bear would be good too. I thought Junior Brother Wu would come up with a more interesting name." Seattleick seemed a little disappointed and smacked his mouth.

"Because calling it Fighting Bear is not powerful enough, are you going to add the word "Hell" at the end in the hope of deterring others? It's really... a clichéd approach. It's like an ordinary steamed fish, but it's called boiled water. Like the golden pearl fish, it suits Junior Brother Wu’s taste very well.”

Carlos whispered hummingly to my brother, saying that I don't know if others have noticed that this paladin's level of complaints has improved very quickly recently.

According to my estimation, this guy thinks that as long as he learns my way of speaking, he will be able to get closer to Kajie more easily. What an idiot. The calm paladin is unexpectedly an idiot in some places. I should record this scene. , give it to Kajiel when she grows up, so that she can see how stupid her father was when he was young?

Because I couldn't speak, I had to retort silently in my heart, and then ignored Carlos's sudden tearful suggestion, "If possible, change the name of my special move to something more cliché, like the name of the Hell Fighting Bear now." "Any level is fine" request and turned around to enter the training mode.

Domain enchantment - open! !

Suddenly, a dark red energy shield suddenly opened in the center of the training ground. Different from the cute appearance of the Hell Fighting Bear, this dark red energy shield gave people a heavy sense of oppression, and it seemed that they could smell something extraordinary. The smell of death is ordinary, making people suddenly in crisis.

That's right, this is what I just remembered to name - Fighting Bear Hell (instant naming)! !

Very good, the name is indeed a very important thing. I nodded graciously, then closed my eyes, and quietly experienced the attributes of the fighting bear's hell field.

Like the pseudo-field, the field has an increase in familiarity, and it is much larger than the increase in the pseudo-field. In simple terms, that is to say, without opening the field, the punch I punched is almost like a blood bear. The strength of the air compression punch is one-third, so after opening the field, I did a little experiment, and this value will rise to one-half.

In other words, the increase in ability brought by the domain is 30% to 40%. According to the old drunkard, each domain of domain-level masters has subtle differences in their own increase value. I don’t know if this counts among domain-level masters. Is it big or small? Besides, this data was measured by me using simple testing methods. It may not be accurate and needs to be tested by time and practice.

However, even if you look at it on the smaller scale, it is less than 30%, which is still an extremely terrifying value. No wonder the pseudo-realm is not the opponent of the realm. Putting aside other values, the increase in ability alone is only about one-tenth of the pseudo-realm. This is only one-third of the growth in the field.

The above is one of the three major abilities of the pseudo-realm - the ability amplification effect.

The other two major abilities - coercion and control, have been perfectly inherited in the field and have been carried forward.

I won’t explain much about coercion. Anyway, it is an excellent weapon for bullying those who are lower than yourself.

The so-called control is the subtle realm where every particle of dust can be felt floating in the space covered by the barrier of one's own domain. What is a bit different from the pseudo-domain is that for me now, not only this The sense of control is much stronger than that of the pseudo-domain, and even... there is even a sense of "my world" in the place where the boundary of my own domain extends.

The concrete manifestation of this feeling gave me an extremely inflated self-confidence in my heart - it seems that except for the rules inside that cannot be distorted and destroyed, everything else in this world is decided by myself, let the water flow back, the water and wine have to flow back, I want to If the space is broken, the space will be broken, not to mention the enemies inside.

This feeling is still very hazy and fuzzy, like looking through a glass cabinet. I can only feel it, but cannot touch or use it. However, if my expectations are correct, this feeling should be the ability of the power of the world. Yes, it’s no wonder that I can’t touch and use it now.

I don’t know if masters in other fields also feel this way, or if I am special because there is no reference around. I will just ask the old drunkard later.

Putting the control ability aside for now, I now plan to test my last domain-level ability - coercion.

When he fought against Carlos in the tournament, his strength was only at the mid-to-high level of the pseudo-domain. At that time, if he did not work hard to compress his pseudo-domain resistance, but let the pseudo-domain transformed by the blood bear attack him. In terms of coercion and weakening, according to Carlos, this figure is as high as 15% to 20%.

Later, as Carlos improved and reached the peak of the pseudo-domain, my Blood Bear pseudo-domain could no longer do anything to him.

Now, I waved to Carlos, and I couldn't help but smile evilly when I saw him walking over with a helpless expression on his face like "Why am I always the one getting hurt?"

Pseudo realm - open! !

A circle of light cyan energy shield erupted from Carlos's body, and then, under his control, the energy shield shrank smaller and smaller, until in the end it was just a film like clothing attached to his body.

I couldn't help but be amazed to see Carlos being able to compress the pseudo-realm to such an extent.

During the tournament, he could at most compress his pseudo-domain into a spherical shape with a radius of more than three meters. But now... this kind of progress is completely visible to the naked eye. With Sister Sharna and I, After joining Seattle's comrades who were also competitors, Carlos' progress can only be described as rapid.

Now, Carlos has fully possessed the energy and compression skills to reach the realm. What he lacks is just an opportunity. It is completely different from a guy like me who takes an extraordinary route by relying on utter rage and confusion to break through the bottleneck.

For example, I am like practicing the martial arts of magic. The progress is rapid but dangerous. If I am not careful, I will go crazy. Carlos, on the other hand, perfectly embodies the "righteous way" of the steady flow of training. It's just that his talent made him seem to have used a plug-in to speed up the process three times for Red.

Now, Carlos doesn't want to give up, and wants to struggle for a while to see how his pseudo-realm, which has been compressed to the extreme, and the enhanced compressed version of the peak-level pseudo-realm, which is only separated by a thin film from the real realm, can compete with the real realm. Take a fight and see how big the difference is.

It was also very hard for Carlos to maintain such a high-intensity pseudo-field compression. Just standing there, sweat was already flowing out of his forehead. His steps were stiff and slow. Step by step, he was approaching my hell fight. ...Oh no, it's a hell bear...or a teddy bear...

"..."

It doesn't seem right, forget it, it was a name that came up in an instant, and I forgot it in an instant. I will recall it later. Anyway, for now, I will call it the very cool dark red field.

As if he was ready for some kind of awakening, after taking a deep breath, Carlos dove into it.

Suddenly, it was as if he had suddenly entered a gravity room where the gravity was more than ten times the normal gravity. His whole body suddenly began to tremble violently. His already difficult steps felt like they were filled with lead, and he lacked the strength to even lift them up.

His eyes widened, and the veins on his forehead stood erect. Carlos' arrogance and stubbornness hidden in his usual easy-goingness burst out at this moment. He was trying to maintain his super-strength compression of the pseudo-realm, and at the same time, he had to The resistance comes from the outside world, which is like a mountain pressing down on the top. It seems that they want to see how long their pseudo-domain can last in the domain.

One point...two points...Carlos had bitten his lip, and even the tight blood vessels in his body were bleeding and sweating deep down, and were about to burst, but he still held on unconvinced.

A "touch" sound.

In the end, Carlos' pseudo-realm collapsed, but his perseverance and arrogance won our unanimous respect.

"Sure enough, it still doesn't work."

Carlos, who was covered in blood, knelt down and stood up again, smiling bitterly.

Without the mental effort of maintaining a high-intensity pseudo-field compression, he can move more freely in my field - of course, the price he has to pay for replacing it is to be suppressed and weakened by my field...