“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.

The sound of explosions 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.

The strength of plus one cannot be used.

Of course, even if it is just like this, the strength shown by the two of them is enough to defeat ordinary field-level masters. 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 have cotton stuffed inside.

After blocking and then being kicked away, the two finally understood.

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

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

However, as I gradually became more familiar with this teddy bear's body, or to be more precise, I gradually became accustomed to its fighting consciousness and fighting physique like a martial emperor, my strength also continued to increase. The cooperation between Carlos and Seatik did not happen overnight.

It's the same thing.

Therefore, the battle is always very intense 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 number of wins between the two people is still zero.

Thinking like this, sure enough, after a moment, 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.

Let’s put our personal effort into it.

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 while Seaco and Carlos secretly exclaimed that something was wrong. 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.

Seattle Ke kicked the ball away as he resisted.

"Damn it, this guy..."

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

"Standing -"

There was a crisp sound. In Carlos's helpless eyes, his long sword was held by two furry bear paws decorated with brown 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 postures 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, two meteors, two tops, two drills, two Haiers, and two gourds, which 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 of them 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 pinch each other.

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

When Carlos heard that the villain from Seattle had complained first, he almost got angry. 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." Seatik 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 in an exaggerated manner, making a gesture as if our Lord was coming. Indeed, if it was Kuuhu's turn, he might have surpassed Bulcasso.

"They are really 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 manner to face the two people who were arguing endlessly.

Know how to comment tactfully.

"..."

Seatik 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." Seattleik was still arrogant.

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

Carlos stepped aside and added insult to injury unceremoniously.

"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."

Seacoat 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 are going to go back to the hotel and have a fight."

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

After a while, I was the only one standing in the middle 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 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 transform the Hell Fighting Bear 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 is also good. I thought Junior Brother Wu would come up with a more interesting name." Seattle looked like he was 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, just like an ordinary steamed fish dish, but you insist on calling it 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 complaining 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 looked 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, as if they could smell some extraordinary energy.

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 very important. I nodded my head graciously, then closed my eyes and quietly experienced the attributes of the fighting bear hell realm.

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 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 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-domain is not the opponent of the domain. Putting aside other values, the increase in ability alone is only about one-tenth of the pseudo-domain.

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 you can feel every particle of dust floating in the space covered by the barrier of your own domain. It is a bit different from the pseudo-domain. 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. I want to let the water flow back, and the water and wine have to flow back.

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-realm. At that time, if he did not work hard to compress his pseudo-realm resistance, but let the pseudo-realm transformed from 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 when I saw him walking over with a helpless expression on his face like "Why am I always the one who gets hurt?", I couldn't help but smile evilly.

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 finally it was just a thin film like clothing attached to his body.

Seeing that Carlos was able to compress the pseudo-realm to such an extent, I couldn't help but be amazed.

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 my sister Sharna and me,

After becoming a group of comrades in Seattle and becoming 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 complete rage and incomprehensible punishment 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 practice.

It's just that his talent made him seem to have used a plug-in to speed up the process three times.

Now, Carlos doesn't 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.

Give it a try 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 I came up with 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 had some kind of awareness, after taking a deep breath, Carlos dove into it.

Suddenly, 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 lead, and he even lacked the strength to lift himself up.

His eyes were wide open, and the veins on his forehead were erected. 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 bearing down on the top. It seems that they want to see how long their own 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.
Chapter completed!