They don't want me to work harder

Then there was a warrior...but he reacted quickly. When the bubble burst, he jumped onto the bubble of another person next to him.

"Go away, this is my territory!"

"Is your name written on the bubble?"

The soldier relied on his strength to push the person hard.

"Ouch! Damn it...I lost, and you don't even think about winning!"

"Ah, don't hug me, let go..."

In an instant, the two of them fell into the sea together as they were fighting on the slippery bubbles.

The above scenes were staged everywhere, and half of the contestants were lost in the blink of an eye.

Of course, Richard is still there.

He summoned three wind elements, stood in a circle around him, and discharged electricity into the sky, turning countless seagulls into roasted birds amidst the shouts of French fries.

Well, by the way, it also solved the possible hunger problem for a while.

"Why can't your feet touch the ground in this fantasy world?"

Suddenly, Richard heard a somewhat familiar voice. He looked up and saw that it was Anton from Guamala whom he had seen not long ago, falling quickly from diagonally in front of him.

He wanted to help and shouted: "Catch the bubble!"

Anton heard the prompt while he was in a hurry, and saw the people below standing on the bubbles. He understood instantly, dug into the big box behind him, and took out a puppet.

Then he threw the puppet hard, and the puppet automatically grabbed an unoccupied bubble not far away, and pulled Anton up with the help of the control thread on his body.

Richard found it interesting.

Is he really the puppet master?A very rare profession.

Anton's fat body rested on the bubble for a long time, then he got up and waved to Richard: "Mr. Richard, thank you very much!"

"You're welcome."

"I really didn't expect to meet you here..."

"Let me tell you, I didn't expect that I would come before... But let's talk about it after we go out."

Richard waved his hand and continued to deal with the seagulls.

There was still a long time, and he planned to control it carefully to avoid running out of magic power.

In addition, Richard also noticed that many people seemed to be using various methods to deliberately move the bubbles underneath themselves.

Yes, with him on your head, there will be fewer seagulls down there.

Richard curled his lips, but it didn't stop these people from taking advantage. After all, on the other hand, if his bubble was accidentally popped, with these people under him, it would be easy for him to grab a new bubble. .

suddenly.

boom!

There was a loud bang a few hundred meters away.

People nearby looked around and saw a line of fire hovering upwards, instantly burning dozens of bubbles that were not resistant to high temperatures.

"What are you doing! I obviously didn't mess with you!"

"Ah, no!"

Dozens of people fell into the sea and lost their qualifications.

In mid-air, a disdainful scolding came:

"The Easter competition is such a solemn competition. You weak scum, who gave you the courage to come here and embarrass yourself?"

Immediately, there was another burst of fire, and more than a dozen people fell into the water.

Richard narrowed his eyes slightly.

He saw that among those who fell into the water, there were many in the middle and high-level bronze ranks. Based on their strength, there was a high probability that they would be able to pass the assessment.

Unfortunately, I met someone who disrupted the situation.

Is that guy intentionally trying to reduce future competition?

As everyone watched nervously, a figure floated out of the fireworks.

It was a man with a small brown ponytail. He was wearing strong armor. He held a giant shield with spikes and a lion's head in his left hand. In his right hand, he held a large trumpet gun with a caliber that could stuff a tennis ball. He looked at the people he knocked down and screamed. people, laughing out loud.

Immediately, he looked in the direction of Richard again.

"Silver? That's right. That's just right."

He licked the corners of his lips and turned the shield. The lion on the shield suddenly opened its mouth and spewed out a large stream of hot steam.

Driven by the gas, he and the bubbles under his feet quickly approached Richard's direction.

On the way, he still raised the musket and shot all the bubbles along the way.

Once those bullets hit their target, they cause an explosion, catapulting the poor contestant above into the sea.

"Help!"

"Get away, this is a lunatic!"

Hearing the screams one after another, the professionals near Richard panicked.

Richard also frowned, assessing the strength of his opponent.

His strength is around the mid-level of Silver. As for his profession, he should be a spear fighter or a shield guard, or maybe a combination of the two. This is not impossible for a genius-level player.

That's a bit troublesome now.

The opponent's shield equipped with an alchemical mechanism can provide very good mobility, and the gun in his hand has obviously been modified. The rate of fire is not very fast, but the destructive power is strong. The most important thing is that the range is very long!

He is countless times stronger than the original Hepei'er.

On my side, I couldn't move quickly due to the special location, all the flying summons were useless, and the elements were all short-handed...

If the opponent stands 150 meters away and aims and shoots his bubbles while walking around, he will have almost no way to fight back!

"Richard!"

At this time, Anton shouted from below: "Do you need my help?"

Richard was about to decline when he suddenly had an idea.

"Anton, how far can your puppet thread extend?"

"It's usually only 30 meters..."

"What's the longest?"

"Two to 300 meters is fine, but it will be almost impossible to control..."

"It doesn't matter, just a rope will do."

"Eh? Hey, hey, hey!"

opposite.

The pony-tailed man looked at Richard taking action, his smile growing wider.

Generally speaking, silver and silver will not go head-to-head in the qualifiers.But after he recognized Richard's identity (there were not many young summoners with such outstanding looks), he couldn't bear it anymore.

In the past six months, he had heard the name Targaryen from many places, the duel at Dulles, the disaster in Nyon, and of course the most important thing, his teammate Damon's nagging all day long...

A Connaught man was so arrogant in the empire that he couldn't help but feel that the world was crazy.

This is definitely a mistake!It's time to erase it!

Dabi always needs sacrifices. A barbarian with some skills is really the best!

I want to see how you, a summoner, can avoid my shooting in this kind of forbidden air bubble array that is not conducive to the expansion of a large number of summons!

...Wait, what the hell?

A red light drifted past in front of his eyes, and the ponytail man's smile froze on his face.

"The shrimp catcher! So fast, so fast!"

Under everyone's surprised gazes, Richard and Anton rode in a bubble together, letting the latter's puppet strings hang three fire elements diagonally downwards, constantly spitting fire behind them...

In this way, it seemed as if there were three rockets pulling the car, causing Bubble to speed up instantly!

Chapter 88 Don’t get the book caught in the strange gaps!

From the beginning, Richard thought that the fire element could be used to provide power.

The problem was that the bubble under his butt was obviously not resistant to high temperatures. He was afraid that the bubble would melt away as soon as he summoned some sparks.

But now that Anton is here, hehe, everything will be easier.

The puppet master's silk threads are strong, tough, large and long. As long as you use these threads to hang the fire element far outside, you can form a structure similar to a horse-drawn cart. At this time, let the fire element breathe out fire. Are you motivated yet?

As for the decrease in control precision...

That is the problem of the puppet master, not the problem of his summoner. As long as Richard relies on his spirit and contract to contact the summoned objects as far as he can see, there is no such thing as being unable to control it!

"Wuhu, drive!"

Richard flew all the way to the top of the ponytail man's head.

This speed is much faster than the latter's shield jet!

The pony-tailed man stayed for two seconds, then picked up his gun and aimed at the bubble below Richard.

However, in such a short time, Richard had already flown far away on the bubble.

Not only that, during this brief overlap, he also left some small gifts.

"Why are you so angry? Come and eat some rabbit!"

"rabbit?"

The pony-tailed man raised his head and saw dozens of white rabbits falling from the sky and crashing towards his bubble.

After discovering that these rabbits neither breathed fire nor discharged electricity, he said disdainfully: "It's just a rabbit, not as good as a seagull."

He took out another short-barreled gun from his arms and wanted to shoot the rabbits.