Diablo Destruction

"Carlos, you are very strong. Although I have always known it, I still want to say that you are really strong. You can actually push me to this point. I used to see you being so strong after you left the camp. By avoiding fighting with me, I really underestimate you."

Seattlek stuck out his tongue, adding to the blood that flowed from the inside of the helmet to the corner of his mouth. From the gap in the eye position of the assault helmet, a pair of eyes were revealed, calm, but mixed with excitement.

At this moment, Seattle Lake may have forgotten the pain of heartache when he was young, and the vow he made at the beginning. It doesn't matter whether he is defeated or undefeated. As long as he exerts his last effort, he can win this game happily. It was a perfect end to the battle for everyone. Whether he won or lost, he had no regrets.

"Now, our lives and physical strength are running out, so..."

He paused, and his expression changed from excitement to fanaticism. It was the look of a crazy gambler who was desperate at the last moment.

"So, take my last move!! Let me tell you, my move is very powerful, even I can't control it myself. You must not die, hahaha——"

Saying this, Seattlek laughed wildly, making his desperate feeling even stronger.

Standing opposite, Carlos held the space blade and the Paladin shield in his hands tightly, and bent his back legs slightly. Seattle's smile became crazier, and his expression became more solemn. The adventurer's intuition made him feel worried. There is an unprecedented sense of crisis since this battle.

Of course, some adventurers find it strange that the next move is so powerful, so why doesn't Carlos attack in advance to prevent danger before it happens? Although using dirty methods in a ring competition will be looked down upon by everyone, there is no rule that you have to wait for the opponent to use a trick before you start to resist. Being a gentleman does not mean being pedantic.

Neither did Carlos. It wasn't that he didn't want to suppress him, but he had a vague intuition in his heart that he simply couldn't suppress Seattle's next move.

Seattlek is not a fool. On the contrary, even Carlos can't say that his combat experience can be compared to him. If the next move can be easily suppressed by him and cannot be used, Carlos doesn't think that the opponent will chirp. After such a long paragraph, the smile on the corner of the mouth peeking out from under the assault helmet was clearly full of confidence. Incomparable confidence, it was not an empty city tactic.

With everyone watching, Seattlek slammed the two tomahawks in his hands against each other, and then took a deep breath. His entire abdominal cavity doubled in size as he took this deep breath, making his figure appear to have suddenly grown. Much bigger.

After the impact, the two tomahawks were straightened horizontally, and the arms were spread out to form a straight 180-degree angle. Then, Seattle's figure was like a top, spinning violently without any acceleration.

The ultimate combat skill of barbarians - whirlwind.

With both hands in hand, he unfolded the two weapons and rotated his body like a small tornado. At this time, the barbarian was completely like a super-large meat grinder.

Seeing this scene, the watching adventurers finally knew why Carlos didn't attack in advance to interrupt Seattle's attack, because the barbarian's ultimate skill [Tornado] does not require any casting time at all, except in advanced combos. When the negative state continues, otherwise it can be displayed immediately at any time and anywhere.

After displaying [Whirlwind], a barbarian is simply invulnerable to ghosts and gods. Anyone who wants to attack a barbarian in [Whirlwind] must consider whether he can support the two rapidly rotating huge meat-grinding blades. how long.

Therefore, the barbarian's [Whirlwind] is a very useful group attack skill, and if it is completely involved in the terrifying sharp blade whirlwind, the total damage caused is simply immeasurable, even stronger than the mage's meteorite. A full Even a high-defense paladin with a high health level dare not say that he can come out alive from the [whirlwind] of a barbarian of the same level.

In addition to this, apart from the wizard's [Teleport], it may be the most convenient escape skill among the seven major professions. Just imagine, even if the barbarian is surrounded by enemies, as long as [Tornado] is released, who dares to step forward to block it? ,you dare? Very good, you go up first and I'll take the back seat.

So usually in this situation, the enemy who finally surrounded the barbarians can only watch the opponent turn into a big top, spinning and spinning, turning into the distance...

However, everyone now has the same question in their mind.

The barbarian's [Tornado] moves very fast, and depending on the strength of the skill, it can form a strong suction force around the whirlwind. Under this suction force, it will be difficult to breathe if it breaks through the stronger Paladins and Druids. , the footsteps are like lead weights, and the weakest mage will even be directly sucked into the cruel meat grinder by this suction force.

Therefore, especially in a place with limited terrain like an arena, even the fastest assassin may not be able to escape the attack range of [Tornado], and it is normal to be hit once or twice.

But the problem is, what Seattlek is facing now is Carlos, a paladin who is faster than an assassin. With his terrifying speed, can [Tornado] really still be effective?

However, before the questions in the adventurer's mind were answered, a strange scene was discovered.

Seattlek, who used [Tornado], did not take the opportunity to sweep towards Carlos. Instead, he stayed in place, spinning like a small tornado.

What the hell? Everyone couldn't help but swallow nervously. Of course, they wouldn't think that Seattle Lake was just playing tricks.

Slowly, on the originally calm arena, the grass began to ripple with green waves. The dust gently floated and rotated, gathering towards the same target. Even the big trees swayed slightly, and the leaves above made a rustling sound. .

At first, it was just a tiny sign, so small that even the adventurer could not notice it for a while, but then, as the signs intensified, the green grass that was originally blown by the breeze, rolling up pleasant waves, could no longer bend straight. Around the waist, some small gravels on the ground began to gradually float up, and the trunks of the big trees tilted slightly.

The look of surprise on the adventurer's face seemed to change dramatically following this sign - Seattle's whirlwind was spinning faster and faster at a speed that could even be detected with the naked eye, surpassing the speed of ordinary people. limit.

"This stupid boy actually dares to use this trick."

With my eyes wide open, I looked at the originally sunny and sunny arena. With the whirlwind of Seattle, the weather seemed to have really turned into a tornado. The clouds were thick, the wind was strong, and the dust was all over the sky, like a colorless sky. In the gray world, a mournful cry from an old drunkard came from beside me.

"Any questions?"

I was surprised by the power of this move, and when I heard the old drunkard's lament, I couldn't help but turn around and ask.

"Use your mind and think about it carefully. What will happen to a normal person if he spins around for a long time?"

"I'm going to feel dizzy. Do I need to mention that?"

I looked at her like she was an idiot, and unexpectedly received an idiot look from her.

"You know, but you still ask? Although adventurers have stronger physiques and can turn for a long time without getting dizzy, and barbarians, through the [Tornado] skill, gain hundreds or thousands of times the ability to resist dizziness, but after all, there is a limit , if you go beyond this limit, you will get dizzy like ordinary people."

After a pause, she shook her head as if she was denying what she said before: "No, if you forward it like this, I'm afraid the consequences will not be as simple as being dizzy, but..."

"But what?" I looked at the old drunkard nervously, waiting for her conclusion.

"But...well, can't you give me an extra bottle of fruit wine?" The old drunkard showed a pitiful look.

"Damn it, don't whet my appetite, tell me quickly, or there won't be a bottle." I immediately rolled my eyes.

"Under the super-speed rotation, it is very likely that... well, the head may be damaged. This child is already stupid enough. If the head is damaged again, I am afraid he will become a dementia. "

As if the old drunkard couldn't bear to witness it, he covered his face with his hands and sighed.

"No wonder he said that even he couldn't control this move. It's not a question of whether it's good or not, but it's completely uncontrollable. It's a lose-lose move. If the enemy is killed, he will become stupid, so why bother."

"Isn't there anything you can do?" I looked at him helplessly. Given the situation, I couldn't imagine that this guy was still in the mood to tease me.

"Let's look at the situation. Carlos can't let him die. As for Seattle, if he turns stupid, he will turn stupid, and he will be the same." The old drunkard sighed again.

He is not the only one... I always feel that it can make people inexplicably angry. You want to say that I am, right? I treat the sentence "I already have a stupid boy like you anyway" as a hidden event. I’ve omitted the “a” in front of it, that’s definitely the case, you bastard! !

But you can't be angry now, because that doesn't mean you admit it on your own initiative? Just wait and see, I will let you see in the future the horrific consequences of irritating Rogge for his third stingy mouth. It is definitely not something a human being can bear. I gave the old drunkard an angry look, and then I set my eyes on the ring again.

At this time, the arena has completely turned into an area hit by a tornado. In the darkness, countless mud and boulders were flying in the sky. The big trees were also bent and the smaller ones were uprooted by the strong wind. Going up to the sky, the entire arena has turned into a storm hell. Everything was swept into the center by the strong wind and then shattered into pieces.

The small tornado that had just begun to form in Seattle had now been enlarged countless times. The black head was connected to the sky, rolling the black clouds into a huge vortex, and the tail penetrated the earth, burrowing into the ground like a drill.

Although Carlos had retreated to the edge of the ring, far away from the center of the tornado, the biting black storm still made it difficult for him to breathe. His body that usually seemed weightless now found it difficult to even move a step.

This is also one of his shortcomings, that is, his low strength. It can be said that Seattle's self-inflicted super tornado hit Carlos's key point.

Moreover, it was not just the wind. Carlos was horrified to realize that even Seattle's pseudo-domain, the invisible and insubstantial pseudo-domain, seemed to be continuously drawn into and compressed by the tornado. The pressure coming from the other party was getting stronger and stronger. The bigger.

When the old drunkard and I discovered this situation, we couldn't help but look at each other, showing expressions of uncontrollable surprise. We never thought that Seattle's super tornado, in addition to its terrifying power, could actually Compress your own pseudo-domain.

Seattle's pseudo-domain was already very strong, close to the level of an advanced pseudo-domain. Now, after being compressed by the tornado, it actually revealed an indescribable and heartfelt aura of fear. It was an infinite force. Close to the power of the field.

This is the real horror of Seattle's move. The infinite proximity field, although it is only infinitely close, is another level higher than the pseudo field.

Under the pressure of this extreme pseudo-field of the infinite advanced field, Carlos's pseudo-field retreated again and again, and finally only formed a thin transparent egg shell around him. The powerful limit pseudo-field made Seattle's super tornado The power is even more terrifying. That kind of power is no different from a natural disaster. It reminds me of the big avalanche that almost swallowed me up in Harrogas.

Under the raging tornado, the area within the arena was like the end of the world. Except for the conspicuous huge black tornado that connected the sky and the earth, the sky and the earth were pitch black, and even the sunlight was blocked by the manic black storm that filled the inside of the arena. Even the so-called domain-level magic protective shield made a rattling sound.

It can be seen that the quasi-two-winged angels who are hiding in every corner are looking at the protective shield with serious expressions. Once the protective shield breaks, not only tens of thousands of adventurers around will be harmed, but also the entire area will be harmed. In front of all the races in the mainland, a slap in the face of the face-conscious angel race.

On the other side, the powerful extreme pseudo-realm has further suppressed Carlos's strength. Under the current situation, it is difficult to see that Carlos has any hope of victory.

The increasingly violent black storm shook Carlos's calm body from side to side. At the same time, the super tornado was slowly moving in the direction of Carlos at the speed of a tortoise. Although it was very slow, every time it got closer, the storm blowing over Carlos became twice as strong.

If this continues, sooner or later, Carlos will be swept into the tornado by the black storm, and his body will be minced into pieces and blown away by the wind. In the end, not even a single bone will be found.

Tens of thousands of nervous eyes stared at Carlos, and he even forgot to breathe.

Under the gaze of these eyes, Carlos suddenly made an astonishing move.

In the raging black storm, he no longer stabilized his figure, but slightly bent his legs, and his body turned into a black shadow and flew high, just like a lonely seagull on the stormy sea. , flying high in the sky.

Then, the black figure was swept directly into the tornado by the roaring black storm and disappeared.

Everyone looked at this scene in disbelief, their mouths opening and closing like a goldfish, but not making any sound.

"Oh, these two brats, each one is more crazy than the other. Why is my life, Kasha, so miserable?"

The voice of the old drunkard echoed in my ears. I put away my surprised look and looked in her direction, but the area was completely empty. Her figure had already passed by to an unknown place. It seemed that she was planning to attack her if something bad happened. Take action at any time, even if you break the rules. What are the rules compared to the lives of two geniuses, Carlos and Seattle? I think even Akara would raise his hands to support it.

After Carlos' figure was sucked into the black tornado, it was like a drop of water flowing into the sea. There was no sound anymore. Time passed by second by second. Every second, for those of us adventurers who are staring closely at the tornado. It seems like a year is so long.

In that apocalyptic dark scene, time passed little by little. Suddenly, above the black clouds in the sky that were rolled into a vortex shape by the tornado, a faint white light seemed to shine through. People cannot detect whether it is caused by their own eyesight.

However, soon, it turned out that it was not our eyesight. In the black vortex, traces of white light penetrated through the thick black clouds, spreading a ray of light into the dim arena. No matter how strong the black storm blew, it could not be shaken. This light is one point.

The white light became stronger and stronger, as if it was about to break through the black clouds and pour down from the sky. From everyone's ears, in addition to the roaring tornado, there was also a faint sound, as dull as spring thunder. thunder.

At this time, the Paladin adventurers suddenly stood up and looked up at the light coming out of the darkness in the sky, with surprise and surprise in their expressions.

"Fist of Heaven!" they shouted in surprise.

As every Paladin longs to master, the final skill of the Paladin Combat Skill System - Fist of Heaven, it has enough qualifications to make these Paladins so excited.

As if echoing their words, Carlos's screaming with all his strength was heard from inside the tornado.

"Tian! Tang! Zhi! Fist!!"

In an instant, a white lightning pillar, with a sacred and solemn aura like the arrival of an angel, descended from the sky. The thick black clouds were pierced as easily as a piece of tissue paper. Even the black tornado could not Shake the light beam even a little bit.

This straight beam of light penetrated the black clouds and illuminated the entire sky. It seemed that even the black tornado was rendered white. Without any hindrance, it broke through the center of the tornado and landed at the waist. Suddenly, as if being absorbed by something, it stopped and emitted a bright light like the sun.

In the light, a dark shadow loomed, that was the figure of Paladin Carlos.

Carlos, whose whole body is bathed in holy light, even though his body is still shrouded in the black tornado and constantly spinning, gives people the aura of a god descending to earth. His figure does not stop, relying on the force of the fist of heaven falling. , the white light emanating from the whole body formed a downward sharp cone, piercing straight from the center of the tornado.

"Ah~~~~~~~~!!"

As Carlos screamed for a fight, his body turned into a lightsaber, falling straight from the sky and colliding with the tornado on the ground.

Black and white were intertwined, and a strong light suddenly bloomed, and endless power burst out from it. The translucent magic shield known as the domain level at the edge of the ring screamed, and spider web-like cracks appeared on it.

After a while, the light dissipated, and the adventurer was finally able to open his eyes and see the final result.

First of all, what caught their eyes was the magic shield with countless cracks. The damage was like that of an old man in his dying years. It seemed that as long as a child touched it lightly with his fingers, it would collapse into countless pieces. .

No one is going to laugh at the Angel Clan's incompetence in doing things. The so-called domain-level magic shield was damaged like this by two pseudo-domain masters. On the contrary, the protective shield can survive such an intense energy impact, and I feel sincerely impressed.

Even those adventurers who usually can't stand the angel's high and mighty attitude will sigh from the bottom of their hearts when they see this scene: Angel is an angel, and his strength is really great.

After sighing at the protective cover, his eyes eagerly fell inside the arena. First of all, there was the broken arena. The ordinary arena with hundreds of thousands of people had completely turned into a piece of pitted loess. Not to mention the vegetation, even the size of a palm. The complete apprentice has been found.

Seattle Ke was lying in a large pit 100 meters deep, lying quietly with his eyes open. It seemed that his physical condition was still good, but he just couldn't do it. It was probably because he had been spinning for so long, and his brain had become a tornado. It's getting dark.

Not far away from him, Carlos was lying on the other side, his body moving slightly, as if he was trying to stand up, but he failed after several attempts.

The health points of both sides have dropped to less than half. In the situation just now, it was impossible to tell who lost first.

The angel referee fell from the sky, checked on Carlos and Seattle Ke, and then whispered to other angels outside the field. Finally, they discussed it again in the Adventurer League seats, and finally flew to the ring, among tens of thousands of people. Under the gaze of the adventurer, he glanced around and raised his big hands.

"I declare that in the semi-finals, Carlos the Paladin will face Seattle the Barbarian, the winner is Carlos!!"

After a brief silence, the entire stadium suddenly erupted into unprecedented cheers. Perhaps no matter what the result of the Angel referee was, it was a satisfactory answer to them, because this was definitely an evenly matched battle, and there was no one who was stronger. The exciting battle between some and two people, as well as the desperate and crazy energy to fight to the death, will make everyone unforgettable forever.

Amidst the huge noise, Kasha's figure also appeared in the ring, walked towards Seattle Ke, and squatted in front of him.

"I'm sorry, teacher, I lost. I lost. I'm still the same as I was then. I haven't changed at all. I'm just a coward who keeps failing."

Seattlek lay on the ground, looked at the sky, and murmured to himself with empty eyes.

"Silly boy, you have worked hard and done well. You are no longer the weak you you were back then. If you don't believe it, look at it." Kasha gently stroked Seattle's forehead, then stepped aside and let him Look around.

Nearly all the nearly 10,000 barbarians among the tens of thousands of spectators stood up in unison.

"Seattle, you are the best!!"

"Seattle, well done, we support you!!"

"Seaike, you are not a coward, you are the pride of our barbarians."

Sincere words were shouted out from their loud voices, and the voices of the barbarians, which usually only made other adventurers feel very noisy, sounded particularly pleasant and touching today.

"See? You are no longer the same person you were before. Stand up again."

Kasha smiled with the sun behind her back, and with a hint of brilliance, she gently stretched out her hand towards Seatik, whose face was filled with tears...