Chapter 848: Teleportation... Teleportation?

How does it feel

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

"Um--!!"

Carlos was deep in thought.

"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 switch to 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, which is why I can create such powerful values. This is not a guess on my part, but an inference from the performance in the pseudo-field realm.

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

Seattle, who was watching 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 in terms of domain compression skills, Seattle is not as good as Carlos. 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 innate energy 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.

Seattle, who had compressed the pseudo-realm, slowly stepped into the pseudo-realm step by step while dripping with sweat, and what happened was almost as if he had been printed out of the 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, Seatik 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 was."

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.

"..."

After half-drinking, Seattle's movements stiffened, and with a pop, the bottle slipped from his hand, making a crisp sound. Suddenly, the half-full bottle of red life potion wet the ground.

"Damn it, I was careless for a moment, and 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 hard, and now because of his unconscious act of drinking medicine, Carlos took the opportunity to pull him back.

In short, half of his life is 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 coming. Do you want to try it?

I squatted on the ground and just finished writing this sentence carefully and crookedly with my claws. I stood up with a sense of accomplishment and raised my head, only to find 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? You are the one who did not follow the prepared tactics, right!!"

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

"The plan cannot keep up with changes. You are stubborn and stick to 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.

"Okay, 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 was not 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 best.

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 as if he was suddenly put on a heavy bundle.

Although she still moves automatically in the field, it is obvious that Sister Sharna's brows are frowning, and she seems to be uncomfortable with this feeling of being coerced. It's no wonder, after all, she has the attributes of a queen.

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

A gorgeous smile that dazzles people.

"Brother...is really much stronger."

The words that normally 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's body 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 is that simple to break through to the field? Even if there are three great people like the bratty girl, Carlos and Seattle, let me 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 it will take a longer time. 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 looking for this opportunity.

But after waiting for a while, I found that the old drunkard looked at me with a very 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 the 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 this juncture 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, she didn't forget to take the opportunity to insult me. Although she herself 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 mouth that was full of alcohol.

"Seattle beat them... 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 at 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 that it had nothing to do with me anyway. Unexpectedly, looking back at it today, the words that 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.

In this way, wouldn't the old drunkard suddenly turn into an inscrutable prophet? With her unlucky appearance of shouting "Silver scale breastplate, blue quality, one piece of hardware" on the street, how could she have such an unlucky look?
To be continued...