Chapter 223 Practicing special moves
“I found that this world is still missing something!”
“What is it?”
“Bikini!!”
< br>“Get out!”
Psyche kicked Frederick hard in the gluteus maximus, and then kicked him in a series of kicks to keep him floating for 10 seconds. Who let them be the only ones on this small island.
Bohard agreed to move the observatory to Wesson, and the huge investment made many people have other ideas.
Of course there is no PPT these days, but it is very mature to cheat money on paper projects. For example, some people claim to build a 500-meter-tall building, and others want to build a 100,000-ton wooden ship.
Two people even came who claimed to be weavers and said that they could weave the most beautiful cloth that humans can see. Not only is this cloth exceptionally beautiful in color and pattern, but the clothes it sews are also There is also a strange property: no one who is incompetent or hopelessly stupid can see the clothes.
Frederick couldn't stand these people, so he drove away all of them except for supporting some down-and-out painters who cheated money, and then slipped away to an island where rich people vacationed to learn magic.
"Stop pretending to be dead." Psyche poked the saltwater fish on the beach with her toes, "Learn magic well, and when you get rich, no one will say anything about you even if you wear a bikini."
Fitter Lie rolled his eyes like salted fish.
The fun is over and back to business. Today they will take advantage of being surrounded by the sea to practice their special moves.
Psyche pointed to the sea and said: "The most powerful one."
Frederick shook his head with a grimace and said: "Theoretically, the most powerful one will kill me." Exploded to death.”
Psyche touched his head, and a dazzling light shield enveloped Frederick.
Frederick felt that his defense seemed to have increased, and he started to use his ultimate move without saying a word.
Two haloes four to five meters in diameter and one meter thick appeared on the sea dozens of meters away.
"It's okay." Psyche praised, "Your level of manipulation of magic elements has reached the level of a sophisticated magician."
Frederick was concentrating on controlling the light element. Accelerating the rotation, he only used 80% of his power according to Psyche's previous requirements, leaving 20% to deal with accidents. He squeezed out a sentence: "It's just simple control."
Half a minute later, the light elements in the two reversely accelerating apertures reached their maximum speed, and then quickly overlapped.
A white light brighter than the sun appeared on the sea. Under the shock wave, a large piece of the sea seemed to have been dug away. You could see the rocks on the seabed shattering instantly, and countless seafood flying into the sky.
Frederick himself was blown away by the shock wave and rolled on the ground for more than ten times, but was unscathed.
Psyche stayed where she was, but her long brown hair and snow-white skirt were slightly blown up.
After Frederick passed by he said angrily: "I thought I wouldn't be blown up."
Psyche said seriously: "This is a dead force. It is a defense method to reduce damage when facing powerful attacks. You should learn more."
Frederick had a black line on his head and felt She was taking revenge on herself.
Psyche began to comment on his magic just now: "It's big but not refined. The utilization rate of the elements is so low that I don't know how to put it. It's purely a miracle with great force. What you have to do next is to find ways to improve the utilization. efficiency, reduce consumption and time.”
Frederick sat on the beach, not asking Psyche what to do, but thinking about the problem she found.
"The explosion is caused by the high-speed collision of elements." He pinched his chin and said, "The speed is very slow and then it is increased. Wouldn't it be better if the elements were made closer together?"
Just as he was told, he began to condense a ring-sized ring of light elements on his hand, and then tried to compress it a little thinner. He seemed to have made a new discovery and immediately replaced the light element with the fire element.
"The purity...has improved a lot!" Frederick raised his head and looked at Psyche, "Does it mean that compression has the effect of improving purity? How could this be?"
< br>Psyche just answered: "Why can't elements be soft packages?"
Frederick frowned, and for a moment he didn't know which direction to start thinking about this problem, so he simply put it aside for a while. Let's see if we can take advantage of this phenomenon.
In his opinion, this kind of explosion is the rapid release of energy inside the elements after the collision of magic elements. If the energy density of the elements can be increased, more energy can be released.
I just don’t know if this can increase the proportion of magic elements involved in energy release.
He cast two halos that were the same as before at the location where he first cast the spell, and then compressed them much thinner during the acceleration process.
A few minutes later, he began to concentrate all his efforts to make the halos rotating in opposite directions merge and collide, without noticing that Psyche had run away.
When Frederick woke up, he found himself lying on the beach, with the sea water up to his feet, and Psyche sitting next to him.
"Why did I faint?" he asked after sitting up. "Is the power so much stronger?"
Psyche said calmly: "I'll tell you some good news. You will have the opportunity to fight with the Magic Sword in the future. Everyone below the Saint died together."
Frederick searched his head and asked: "There must be some bad news, right?"
Psyche nodded: "Island. The house on it is gone, and you have to pay. The boat is gone, and you have to swim back by yourself."
Frederick blinked and looked back at the small house in the middle of the island a few hundred meters away. The building was gone, a few trees planted nearby were broken, and the dock on the right where the boats were parked was empty.
"No!" He found that the tree fell towards him, and the pier was on the left.
"There's nothing wrong." Psyche said, "You were blown over yourself."
Frederick blinked, sighed, and said: "It's over, we This is the script of living on a desert island."
"It's just you," Psyche gave him a pair of eyes, "I can fly."
Frederick has nothing to say. Knowing that he brought Dawn here, this guy must be having fun with the children in the manor.
He rubbed his head again and asked: "Why is it so powerful this time?"
Psyche replied: "Just think of it as a chain reaction. After the elements are compressed, a point The released energy causes other surrounding elements to "squeeze out" some energy, and this is passed on layer by layer until the energy is not enough for the energy next to it to release energy."
Frederick nodded, I kind of get it.
Psyche continued: "Theoretically, 100% reaction can be achieved, but in practice it is impossible because the power of the explosion will blow away these magic elements and they will not be able to participate in the reaction."
Frederick thought for a while and asked: "What if we use some method to restrain these magic elements to participate in the reaction?"
"Then you have to implement this method first." Psyche said, "Theoretically there are many methods, but in practice it is very difficult."
Frederick thought for a while and finally said: " Then I'd better continue to study the magic with low power and try to throw it out, otherwise it won't be able to exert its power."
(End of this chapter)