Chapter 512: Strong confrontation, four people’s obsessions!

Hey, I think this is too disrespectful to the werewolf tribe. After all, my god-sister Lena is also a member of the werewolf tribe.

The barbarian was covered in golden armor, and the golden light reflected the excited and bloodthirsty expression on his face, making him look particularly ferocious. He lightly wiped the hot blood on his sword, and seemed to be enjoying himself, but also regretting not being able to enjoy himself to the fullest.

Sure enough, as the old drunkard said, this guy is a fighting maniac. Fortunately, the werewolf warrior just fainted and did not cause a murder.

"Victor, Seattlek the Barbarian."

In the quiet atmosphere where the surrounding adventurers gasped, the angel referee's announcement was particularly loud. At this time, the adventurers seemed to wake up and started whispering to each other. Some Harrogath adventurers who knew the name of Seattlek,

His eyes revealed a strong sense of vigilance.

The two golden giant swords in his hands flashed and disappeared into the hands of this crazy barbarian. He jumped down from the ring heavily, and his body wearing heavy golden armor landed on the ground like a tank, triggering bursts of wailing on the ground, and then loudly.

He stepped towards us.

A huge, beast-like aura came, causing the adventurers along the way to give way to a wide path. It seemed that even a slight brush with this heavily armed barbarian would cause serious injuries.

He came to me and the old drunkard, took off the golden barbarian-specific fanged helmet on his head, revealing a big face covered with tattoos. There was a deep scar from his forehead to his cheek, and a scar on the back of his head.

It has a small braid, almost the same style as all barbarians.

The most conspicuous thing is probably his unruly eyes, which are like those of a ferocious beast - although sister Sharna's eyes are the same, but if you want to describe them, her sister's eyes are more like a cheetah, full of wildness and passion.

Attack power, bloodthirsty yet calm, elegant and arrogant.

Seattlek, on the other hand, is an out-and-out mad tiger, a ferocious tiger that goes crazy and seems to be able to brutally kill even its own relatives.

However, this brutal tiger's face softened after coming to the old drunkard.

"Teacher Kasha!!"

The big man Seatik grinned and gave Kasha a big warm hug without hesitation. The strength of a sixty-level barbarian is no joke. Even if Kasha is more than ten levels higher than him, it still hurts.

He bared his teeth and grinned.

"You are so awesome, why haven't you made any progress?"

Kasha raised his hand and barely reached Seattle's tall shoulder. He patted him a few times. His face showed a joy of seeing him again after a long absence. He took out the wine bottle and took a deep drink.

"Who said that, Teacher Kasha, my drinking capacity has increased greatly over the years."

Seattle Ke wiped his nose and took out a giant wine bottle that was exactly the same as the old drunkard's wine bottle, but several times larger. He also drank several sips, and then the two masters and apprentices took the wine bottle out of their mouths in unison.

As soon as he pulled it out, a breath of white mist of alcohol came out, and he laughed wildly with his arms around his back.

What kind of master teaches what kind of apprentice? It's true. It's just a little strange. Why is Sister Sharna's alcohol capacity so light? Could it be that under the cruel teachings of this old alcoholic in childhood, some kind of psychological shadow on alcohol was formed?

I can even imagine a situation like this in my mind - the cute teenage sister Sharna was caught laughing by an evil old drunkard, and the wine bottle was poured into her pink mouth.

As he was pouring, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

At this time, Seattle's gaze suddenly fell on me. His ferocious gaze, which was as real as a beast, scanned my body up and down. If you are timid, you might be scared to death if you look at him like this.

In the past, I had nightmares for several months.

"This stinky boy, he can be considered half of your junior brother, is even more unfilial than you. You have to polish him up, hahahaha -" Kasha had obviously drunk too much, and his words were a bit awkward.

Tongue curling.

Go, go, who is half your student, half a sandbag is just enough, you bastard is obviously just looking for someone to fight against.

Seattle Ke's bull's-eyes as big as copper bells stared at me fiercely, and suddenly he laughed loudly. His big hands kept patting my shoulders, and a heavy sound of "dong-dong-dong--" sounded, and my feet gradually fell into the trap.

Inside the soft grass mud.

I will never be acquainted with barbarians even if I am beaten to death.

"Yes, yes, he is an opponent. As expected, he has not lost Master Kasha's face."

After saying that, the expression on his face was suddenly filled with bloodthirsty fighting spirit, and he added lips, and that ferocious expression gave me the illusion that he would immediately pull out the giant sword and slash at me at the next moment.

That tall figure exuded a fierce momentum, enveloping me like a hill within the attack range.

"I can't wait to fight you!!!"

I was not frightened by Seattle's futile changes. On the contrary, I was very moved. Master, I have met a comrade.

Those little fox guys all said that I don’t have the temperament of a master and can’t even scare children. That’s because they are blind. Look at Brother Seattle, he can see through the phenomenon and see the essence at a glance. He hides us deeply in melancholy.

The master's aura can be seen in the eyes and the sighing beard. This is how a wise eye recognizes a hero.

At this moment, Seattle's ferocious expression as he looked at me like a man-eating tiger became innocent and cute in my eyes. A big smile appeared at the corner of his mouth involuntarily, and he grinned at Seattle.

"Of course there is no problem in fighting. I believe we will meet in the martial arts competition soon. However, there are more than just you and me in this competition. You have to take it easy and don't make me wait in vain."

After hearing what I said, the expression on Seattle's face was stunned, and then he laughed wildly: "Wow hahahaha - you are indeed a student of Master Kasha, your tone is crazy enough, I like it, I recognize you as my junior brother, hahaha

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"Hahaha, I'm sorry, it's just so-so." I also laughed.

"That's that, that's the student taught by me, Kasha, how can I not be a little crazy? Hahahaha -" Kasha also giggled at the side.

As a result, the entire open space was filled with the idiotic laughter of a certain three people for a while.

The next moment, our laughter stopped in astonishment, our eyes suddenly turned, and we all looked to the side.

With his posture and steps as straight as a gun barrel, and his whole body covered in a black cloak, the tall paladin walked over step by step, just like a general on the battlefield, attracting the attention of all adventurers.

"Master Kasha, I'm here."

He stopped in front of Kasha, took off his cloak and hat, revealing a handsome middle-aged face that made me quite jealous. The thin face like a knife revealed a calm and heart-stopping expression, and those slightly visible eyes

His eyes are gloomy and sad, but full of iron will, giving him a determined aura of an army of thousands and never to look back.

Although I don't want to admit it, this guy is indeed much more handsome than Paladins with bad personalities like Lal and Hamas. Even the White Wolf, who I secretly call the Master Killer, is slightly inferior in temperament.

"Oh, you kid is here too. This martial arts competition is going to be a good show." Kasha glanced at Carlos with one eye, took a sip of wine, and said with a leisurely look.

This guy is not bad. Looking at him walking from the ring in the distance at a slow pace, I am afraid that the speed at which he can deal with his opponent is no slower than Seattle, or even a few points faster. What Carlos is best at is speed.

"Carlos, you can't escape this time, let's have a good fight."

Seattlek looked at Carlos, his whole body seemed to be on fire, his muscles tightened with excitement, and his heavy body armor suddenly expanded several times, exuding a hot and crazy heat.

I stared at Carlos closely, my eyes full of fighting spirit, and when I made eye contact, I pointed at him and said loudly: "I will never forget the shame last time. Just wash your neck and wait."

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Carlos was not aroused by my words. Compared with ours, those cold eyes were full of the complete opposite calmness and indifference.

However, I can feel that an unyielding and surging fighting spirit is slowly emanating from his calm expression, and he is facing off against the two fanatics me and Seattle Lake without any inferiority.

"I will win, I must win."

He glanced at the two of us and said in a very calm tone, but the determination and determination in it suffocated both Seattle and I.

"Hey, the last one is here too."

When the three of us were confronting each other secretly, the voice of an old drunkard sounded next to her. Following her gaze, a mage in black robes floated over slowly and quickly like a ghost.

"Lord Kasha."

Old Farah's unfilial apprentice, the mysterious mage who seemed to have a mysterious connection with his sister, gently bent over to the old drunkard.

"It's you, I remember, you are in the third round, right?" The old drunkard, who is the person in charge of the competition, seemed to have finally remembered, and patted his head and said.

"Roya, I didn't expect that you, a secretive guy, would actually come to participate in the competition. This is just the right time for us to have a good competition to see who is the boss."

The war-crazy Seattle Cook is the last of the three giants and the one who claims to be the strongest. The smile on his face becomes happier and crazier. The more masters there are, the more excited he becomes.

"Roya, I didn't expect you to come too."

Carlos nodded lightly towards the other party, and seemed to be slightly surprised by the arrival of this mage. Is it really that strange? Did this guy have "I actually don't want to come to the competition" written on his face?

"Even if it's you Luo Ya, I will never give up my first position to you."

Carlos seems to have some concerns about Roja's strength, but his tone is still full of unquestionable determination. Meeting gods and killing gods, meeting demons and slaying demons is probably the best portrayal of Carlos's heart now, although I don't understand why he

I don't know Carlos who is so obsessed with winning the championship, but intuitively I don't think he came here for those ten drops of sacred potion.

"Carlos, Seattle, I haven't seen you for a while, you are still the same."

The mysterious mage nodded to the two of them, and then glanced at me. I don't know why, but I always felt that this mage looked at me in a weird way. It was really weird, and I didn't hook up with her daughter.

"I'm not interested in the number one position, but if you block me, I won't be polite." The mage named Luo Ya glanced at us and said in a firm tone.

With different reasons for our obsession, the four of us faced each other at four corners and looked at each other. We all exuded huge self-confidence. As strong men, no one will doubt their own strength. No matter what obstacles are ahead, we will overcome them.

Use your own hands to crush them one by one.

A storm is gradually brewing in the center of the venue. Adventurers with sensitive senses feel as if they feel the sky is pouring down, as if the end of the world is coming. Under the pressure of this storm that is about to brew but will not break out, they even feel breathless.

a feeling of.

"Are these four the strongest in this competition?"

Far above the meadow, a pair of penetrating eyes were watching the storm, and a majestic voice carrying huge holy power slowly echoed in the air.

"How does the messenger feel?" Akara pursed his lips and smiled.

"The four are all pseudo-field-level strengths. They are indeed much stronger than the last competition. I look forward to the rise of mankind again." The voice sounded again, with a slight admiration.
To be continued...