Diablo Destruction

How does it feel

Looking at Carlos moving his hands and feet in the field, I couldn't wait to write on the ground.

"Um--!!"

Carlos pondered.

"About 30%-40%."

After a moment, he showed a helpless smile.

Nodding, I nodded with satisfaction.

Peak masters in the pseudo-field like Carlos can suppress more than 30%. If they were replaced by those in the junior pseudo-field, wouldn't they not be able to exert even half of their strength?

No wonder the domain is so awesome. If an ordinary adventure team can challenge the masters of the pseudo-domain realm, then if it is a pseudo-domain team with average strength, it will not be able to stand up to the domain-level masters.

Of course, it may be that my field is a little bit special to create such powerful values. This is not a guess on my part, but based on the performance in the pseudo-field realm.

"What's going on? I'll give it a try too."

Seattle, who was watching from the outside, couldn't wait any longer and shouted loudly. He didn't know whether he was competing with me or to compete with Carlos. He also opened his peak pseudo-field and compressed at high intensity.

Although Seattle is not as good as Carlos in terms of domain compression skills, Carlos can compress his pseudo-domain like a cyan robe on his body, and after Seattle's pseudo-domain is compressed to the extreme... this , should I say like a red tank?

However, as a barbarian, Seattle's energy level is slightly greater than that of Carlos, a paladin, at the same stage. This also makes up for the gap between him and Carlos. Therefore, it is equally difficult to maintain high intensity. Seattleke, who had compressed the pseudo-realm, stepped into the pseudo-realm step by step with sweat dripping from his back, and what happened was almost as if he had been printed out of the exact same mold as Carlos.

The only difference is whether he can last longer than Carlos.

If Carlos is a proud warrior, then Seattlek is definitely a crazy warrior. In the end, I even saw that his blood vessels burst, and the golden armor all over his body was dyed into bloody armor, and that layer of pseudo-realm finally snapped. Broken and in a pool of blood, Seattlek grinned with a victorious smile and fell down with his eyes blank.

"..."

Before we could move forward to lift him up, the guy stood up again with difficulty.

"Hey, Carlos, I lasted half a minute longer than you."

Seattlek took out a bottle of powerful life potion, bit open the mouth of the bottle with his teeth, swallowed it in large gulps, and said proudly.

"But you wasted one more bottle of powerful life potion than I did."

Carlos was not a fussy person to begin with, but it was probably because Seattle's smile was so hateful that he couldn't help but reply.

"..."

Seattlek, who was half-drinking, stiffened in his movements. With a pop, the bottle slipped from his hand and made a crisp sound. Suddenly, the half-full bottle of red life potion wet the ground.

"Damn it, I was careless for a moment. The advantage I finally gained with half my life was offset by a mere bottle of life potion."

Seattlek fell to his knees in despair, beating the ground with his big fists.

This big guy is really tragic. He was in such a bloody state before he forced Carlos down, and now because of his unconscious drinking of medicine, Carlos took the opportunity to pull him back.

In short, half of his life was worth this bottle of powerful life potion.

For the sake of Seattle's pity, I kept this complaint in my heart and did not say it out loud.

A match is actually coming. Do you want to give it a try?

I squatted on the ground and just finished writing this sentence carefully and crookedly with my paws. I stood up with a sense of accomplishment. When I raised my head, I found that Carlos and Seattle had already walked out in a swagger.

"Gam~~~~!!!"

Roaring angrily, if I could speak now, these two guys... are already dead! !

"Just kidding, even if it's not suppressed by the domain, it's just a tie."

Facing my roar, Carlos raised his hand and waved without looking back.

"That's right, Lao Tu, although I am a belligerent, I don't like fighting battles that have no chance of winning." Seattlek muttered next.

"If Carlos can cooperate well with me, maybe we can give it a try."

"What? What do you mean? When did I become uncooperative again? How long do you want to deny it? It's you who didn't follow the prepared tactics, right!!"

Carlos argued vigorously, unwilling to accept that he had been wronged.

"The plan cannot keep up with the changes. You are stubborn and stick to the tactics and don't know how to adapt."

Seattle's mouth can be said to have been tested for a long time, and even after talking about it, he can still talk nonsense in a calm manner.

"Well, what you call a change is just rushing in and hacking away? I'm really sorry, I've never seen such a bad response."

Carlos wasn't built, after all, he was trained by that old drunkard. No matter how serious he is, his verbal skills will definitely not fall behind.

"..."

"Ignore them both."

Sister Sharna's clear and cold voice sounded from the side. When I turned around, she had already entered my domain. I was about to take it back quickly, but she stopped me first.

Sister Sharna did not intend to use the power of the pseudo-realm to resist the realm like the two stubborn cows Carlos and Seattle. However, the three of us all believed that among the four, in terms of energy, Sister Sharna was the most powerful. However, Carlos cannot be compared with Seattle, but when it comes to skills, we are not as good as her.

Therefore, even if you don't try, everyone knows that if Sister Sharna wants to use her pseudo-field to fight in this field, she will definitely not be inferior to Carlos and Seattle in terms of time.

"..."

Seemingly curious, Sister Sharna glanced at the dark red field in front of her, and then stepped into it. Like Carlos Seattle and the two of them, her whole body trembled several times when she entered, and then she came to her senses. It seemed like he was suddenly put on a heavy bundle.

Although she still moved automatically in the field, it was obvious that Sister Sharna's brows were frowning. It seemed that she was not used to this feeling of being coerced. It was no wonder, after all, she was a queen.

I was thinking about taking advantage of Sister Sharna's displeasure and withdrew the area to avoid being teased back by her at night, but then I saw that the originally frowning curved eyebrows suddenly relaxed, revealing a beautiful face. A gorgeous smile that dazzles people.

"Brother...is really much stronger."

The words that would not come out of Sister Sharna's mouth easily now echoed gently in my ears.

"As expected of my Sharna's brother, I can't lag too far behind."

As Sister Sharna said these words, her aura suddenly became huge. It was not a fighting spirit, but a strong will combined with desire and self-confidence.

Carlos and Seattle looked at each other outside and smiled in unison.

"That's true. It seems we can't be left behind." Carlos gently held the long sword hanging on his waist, with a gentle smile on his face, but his words were full of fighting spirit.

"If we go by what Teacher Kasha said, it will probably take us about one to two years to break through to the field. This is not feasible."

Seatlek raised his head and took a big sip of wine. The bright red wine overflowed from the corner of his mouth, dripped from his chin, and sprinkled on the golden heavy armor. It immediately burned and turned into flames surrounding Seatlek, making him look like Just like the god of war bathing in fire.

Just the soaring fighting spirit emanating from Seatlek can already ignite the wine. He is indeed a tribe of barbarians with high fighting spirit.

Looking at the three people, I suddenly remembered what the old drunkard once said during the martial arts tournament.

"Do you think it's that simple to break through to the field? Even if it's three great people like Stinky Girl, Carlos and Seattle, let's see, it will take at least more than two years for Seattle, Carlos It was almost the same at first, but it's a pity that this kid doesn't love himself and used his life to burn during the competition. I'm afraid this time will be longer. As for the smelly girl, although her talent is indeed the highest among the three, she started the latest, so she is the last In a good situation, it’s just about the same as the two of them.”

"What about me?"

At that time, I asked stupidly and naively, but I immediately realized that I was looking for death again, and was about to be scolded by an old drunkard who was looking for this opportunity.

But after waiting for a while, I found that the old drunkard looked at me with a rather subtle look, and didn't say anything for a while. She finally shook her head.

"Are you a kid? I don't know. If you use normal methods to guess based on your talent, you may not have a chance to enter the field in this life. But your kid is too weird, so I can't say for sure. Maybe you will never break through it in your life." But at this juncture, it may be ten or eight years, of course, it may even be earlier than Seattle, although the possibility is lower than if I don't drink for a day."

"..."

This bastard, in the end, didn’t forget to take the opportunity to insult me. Even though she was also insulted, this guy is probably proud of the shameful attribute that if he doesn’t drink for a day, he will die from the Stars.

"certainly……"

I thought the conversation would end like this, but just when I was about to turn around, fart and run away, the old drunkard spit out two more words from his drunken mouth.

"Seattle and the others... I mean under normal circumstances, if there is any huge pressure to stimulate it, maybe it will be much earlier..."

After saying this, the old drunkard turned around and left. Before leaving, he farted loudly with his butt in front of me! ! !

Bastard! ! ! !

At that time, I didn’t pay attention to the last words of the old drunkard, which were about pressure and stimulation. I thought it had nothing to do with me anyway. Unexpectedly, looking back at it today, the words the old drunkard said at that time were the last words I glanced at when I turned around. That look that seemed to mean something was actually pretending to be sexy. Now that I think about it, maybe that sentence did include me.

If you put it this way, wouldn't the old drunk suddenly turn into an inscrutable prophet? She has such an unlucky look that she would shout "Silver scale breastplate, blue quality, one piece of hardware" on the street. How can she have such ability?

Forget it, in short, it would be a good thing if Sister Sharna, Seattle and Carlos could break through to the realm ahead of the time predicted by the old drunkard - at least, Akara should consider Let them do some of the legwork, huh huh.

"Why are you so dazed?"

When I came back to my senses, Sister Sharna was holding the two bear ears with subtle semi-circular arcs on my head and shaking them from side to side.

It hurts, hurts, hurts! !

This is my weakness, sister. By the way, why does sister know that my ears are most afraid of pain? Is it because of the Queen? Could it be that just because she is Queen S, she can unscrupulously use her weakness-seeing skills on domain-level experts like me?

This Fighting Hell Bear expressed serious dissatisfaction with this.

Huh?

It seems like something is wrong, but let’s solve the immediate crisis first.

Because I couldn't speak, I had to keep writing the word "pain" one after another in the air with my claws. According to Seattleke, it was as black as glass and it looked innocent without pretending. A pair of eyes looked begging for mercy while avoiding my sister's pull. While shouting "Gam~~Gam~~".

It's terrible, it's really terrible. After the Queen's U-shaped hoop and the Queen's V-shaped fold, Sister Sharna invented a new punishment method specifically for my posture in the field.

"Gam~~"

"Gam~~"

Suddenly, the force on my ears stopped, probably because the punishment was finally over. I let out a long breath and raised my head, feeling suddenly wary.

Sister Sharna's cold eyes were looking at me with the sparkling eyes that seemed familiar to me. The unabashed innocence and intoxication of a girl in her sea-blue pupils made the hair all over my body tremble violently.

No...it can't be that...

"Brother...brother..."

younger brother? Is it the younger brother? Fortunately, it’s my younger brother! !

"Brother Zi, ah ah, this look and this cry are so cute, I can't help it!!"

The next moment, Sister Sharna suddenly opened her eyes wide with excitement. To be precise, it should be Sister Sharna’s other personality. She was secretly jokingly called the second person in the second mode dedicated to Wu Fan by Seatlek and the old drunkard. Personality.

Before the look of luck in my eyes faded away, she suddenly pounced on me, hugged me firmly with her long arms, hugged my neck, and pouted, with the innocent and contented sweetness of a child. The smiling face kept rubbing against the body, exactly like the behavior of a little girl after getting her favorite bear doll.

Wait...wait, sister, my neck is wheezing...I can't breathe...

My desperate gaze passed over my sister's shoulder, casting a look of help to Carlos and Seattle in the distance, but unfortunately they turned their heads and ignored it.

In a sense, this kind of sister Sharna is more dangerous than the first character. I can understand the mood of these two people who don't want to get into troubled waters, but... I can't forgive you, you bastard! !

You two, wait for me! !

After casting a waiting look, I gradually started to feel dizzy. With a bang, I was thrown to the ground by Sister Sharna. She was like a big soft bed, and I let her rub against me speechlessly. .

Don't be like a real child and just bounce on it. This was my last-minute hope, but unfortunately it turned out to be a luxury.

…

"Don't lie there stupidly, get up and practice quickly."

When Sister Sharna's clear and chilling voice came to my ears, I raised my head and saw that she had probably had enough trouble. I don't know when she switched to her first personality again.

"..."

Do you really remember what just happened? As I stood up obediently, a question flashed through my mind.

"Very good, let's test it next...attack the target."

"What target to attack?"

I patrolled the empty training ground, and finally my eyes fell on Seattle Lake and Carlos in the distance. They clearly stepped back a hundred meters, with a vigilant look that said if you dare to come over, we will run away.

They are really two small-minded guys. They must still be thinking about my hateful look just now, thinking that I will take the opportunity to deliberately retaliate. Am I such a petty person? I no longer mind their despicable, cowardly, cold-blooded, shameless, obscene and disgusting behavior of refusing to save anyone. I really don’t mind at all, really.

"Just imagine it."

Sister Sharna patted my head with hatred. Just when I nodded my head to show that I knew, she lowered her head and thought for a moment. She seemed to have fully considered my IQ level, and casually took out a long gun and threw it thousands of times. meters away, and then pointed at the spear stuck on the ground, indicating that it was the target.

"..."

To be honest, Sister Sharna's concern really hit me. I am still at the level of an ordinary person. Because my IQ was 95 in a test, I was called a 95-year-old by my classmates. Uh-huh.

Ignoring my inner rebuttal, Sister Sharna jumped back and exited the field, looking closely at this side, as if urging me to complete the test quickly.

My sister is good at everything, but she is a little too domineering. Even her care is full of unquestionable domineering.

I shrugged helplessly and turned my gaze to the spear a thousand meters away. I thought about what method to use to show the three of them my strength after opening the field.

There are so many ways to attack, and you can think of hundreds of positions just by thinking about it in your mind... No, it's the method, but it's just because there are so many that it's difficult to choose.

Forget it, use the fastest speed, rush straight up, and tear the spear into pieces with a quick kick. After thinking about it for a while, I decided on this simplest and most direct method.

The fastest, the fastest...

He locked his eyes tightly on the spear opposite, took a deep breath, and kept thinking about the ability he wanted to show in his mind.

fastest! The strongest! !

Then, my eyes flashed slightly, and the next moment, my body disappeared from the spot and appeared in front of the spear at the same time. I swept it with a kick and the spear was kicked into two pieces.

"Huh?"

The other three people outside the field all opened their eyes wide, filled with disbelief.

"Gamu?"

There was no doubt that this doubt came from my mouth.

Because, like the three people off the court, I'm a little confused as to how I ended up in this position in an instant...

"I didn't see the trajectory at all. Could it be teleportation?"

Carlos' eyes widened for a moment before he muttered.