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, and he is 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?

The idea that countless adventurers once had when they saw Seattle's terrifying strength now 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 that guy 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 will pay it back to you."

Seatik had a look of helplessness on his face. The only person in the world who could care about her drink at this time was an old drunkard.

"Oh, I don't really care. It's just thirty...no, it's six hundred barrels of wine. But if you insist on paying me compensation, I won't be respectful."

Kasha's face changed from gloomy to clear in an instant, and she gave up on Seike like a neighbor's aunt, with a disgusting look like "I hate you, you misunderstood me, I don't have such shameless thoughts."

Seattle K: "..."

Is there really a tree hole in this world that can hold six hundred barrels of wine?

Originally, if it was 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 matters will fall on Seattlek himself.

Yes, this is what he doesn't want to see.

Kasha, who didn't realize at all that he had failed to draw water from the bamboo basket because of his own greed, 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 the final battle."

"Super Shunpo, fanatical aura, plus revenge and white heat combination!!"

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 at the same tournament, it was known as the most powerful attack move.

Carlos's combined attack, unparalleled speed + terrifying attack power, is almost everyone's nightmare. Even Seatik himself is not confident that he can take this move. In a real fight with Carlos, what can he do?

The only way I can think of to deal with this move 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 moves. If you use a unique move, you will know whoever wins will get it.

How will the other party deal with it?

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 it was half and half, and the winning rate of both sides was half and half.

Of course, in this kind of confrontation, there is a 90% chance that the losing party will die.

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, excitement, unyieldingness, and fighting spirit.

There are always only two words in Seattle's stubborn mind - 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 force of the collision, and there was no obvious change in the wind direction. In the originally calm sky, wind suddenly arose without warning, and rolled towards the same place, forming a huge cyclone.

Adventurers with a little knowledge can guess after seeing this situation that this is not wind at all, but a person's momentum, and the power fluctuation caused by the huge momentum emitted by a person.

Scenes like this are not uncommon, but 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 unseen.

"Good guy, Carlos is serious about this."

Reaching out to grab a wisp of breeze outside the cyclone, Kasha murmured.

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 shield slowly walked from the opposite side.

The armor on his body was in tatters, no different from a beggar, and the helmet on his head fell off at some point, revealing his hair.

Breathing heavily, the dust on his face mixed with the blood on his forehead, Carlos looked like a seriously injured soldier who had just crawled out of the dead.

However, his spine was still straight, his steps were firm and powerful, his eyes covered with blood were slightly squinted, and the gaze revealed from inside fell on him unconsciously, and he felt as if he was being burned.

At this moment, the aura emanating from Carlos was more dangerous than at any time during the previous training. It was just like the crazy paladin who was obsessed with finding Angele's sister-in-law at the time of the tourney, even if he did not hesitate to burn his life.

generally.

Does this guy want to burn his life again?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva. If you burn it a few more times, you can go directly to heaven to reunite with Sister-in-law Angelil.

However, the momentum was crazy, and Carlos had not lost his mind enough to waste his life on this kind of battle. 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 trample all his self-esteem for Angeliel.

At the bottom of the 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!"

With a confident chuckle, I pointed my sword straight at Carlos.

"That's great, Carlos, I'll make you excited to go on a journey to break through the realm."

"Yeah?"

A faint smile came from Carlos' blood-stained face.

No matter what the final result is, both me and Carlos are already satisfied and smiling at this moment.

"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 shimmering with cold light was waved gently in my hand. The pressure coming from Carlos on the opposite side made me more focused than ever before. I only felt every beat of his heart and every muscle shake.

Even the breath from every pore is clearly reflected in my mind.

"Hey, is this guy planning to go next?"

Seeing this scene, Seatik let out an incredible cry.

The best way to deal with Carlos's unique move is to constantly change positions so that Carlos can't lock him. But now, Seattle Ke actually saw the opponent, stood there motionless and let Carlos lock him, and actually wanted to lock him.

Los's trick follows directly.

"It may not be impossible."

Kasha took a gentle sip of the wine and fixed his eyes tightly on the battlefield. In the slits of his squinted eyes, his pupils reflected countless white light spots with the same spiritual power.

Just as she finished her words, the wind started to move.

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, reaching a 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 a sharp edge.

Super instant step, disappear!!

The world seemed to slow down, but even in this extremely slow time, Carlos' figure was still an invisible light. Only the mental power in his mind captured it, and there was still an ethereal afterimage.

Just with this feeling, his body naturally turned slightly at an angle, and the ice sword in his hand passed by.

Suddenly divided!

My brain was in a trance, and 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 was so imaginary compared to the final showdown between Carlos and I during the martial arts tournament. Except for the different scenes, it was as if they were carved from the same template.

At that time, when faced with Carlos's unique combination of moves, my ice decapitation sword was shattered and completely defeated. It was me who lost.

But this time, after a pause in their own time, Carlos knelt down on the ground 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 escape, hahaha——!!"

Carlos, who was kneeling on one knee, turned over and sat down on the ground. His hearty laughter could not hide his helplessness and bitterness.
To be continued...