"It's appeared! It's Ban Brick's weapon - Huh? Is it really a Brick?"
"Gedman parried with his sword! He used the parrying posture of a one-handed sword to prevent the opponent's sudden attack!"
"It's not so much a sudden attack, but rather an alternative way of throwing a weapon. Although it doesn't seem to have much lethality, if you are attacked unexpectedly, the damage will be nothing. If you are hit, you will be stunned.
——”
"The problem is that Gedman did not show any surprise or surprise at all, and his sword-raising line to seal the block seemed flawless! Did the shield warrior have already expected that the opponent would have such a move? It was simply expected.
Things like - well, the two sides separated again. This time, neither side's moves were of any use, and they had no intention of continuing to test..."
The scene was like a flowery explanation without causing much disturbance. Gedman, who carried the big shield, just stepped into the battle again with heavy steps, and the fierce battle started with the two men muttering.
The action unfolded in the center of this medium-sized transparent platform, but the rhythm of the battle gradually became more rigid - in most cases they just continued to exchange each other's offense and defense, and the two fighters in close combat were no longer casual.
Using any move that looks fancy and useless, the collision between the fist and the shield will continue to make a loud bang as the two people move forward and backward. The frequency of the exchange of moves and the reduction of blood volume seems to be only a few seconds.
It just seemed a little more frequent than before: "Gedman raised his shield again! He blocked three straight punches from Ban Zhuan! The opponent did not have the upper hand in terms of strength, and the mountain raised by the shield warrior still could not be shaken.
!”
"The bricks are still circling, and it seems that he is looking for an opening to attack. However, he does not seem to have completely lowered his posture. He should be afraid of the threat of the opponent's counterattack - the counterattack is coming! Goldman is approaching!
Another shield slam!”
"The impact of a shield strike is more powerful than a simple punch or kick. Even a brick would not dare to bear it head-on. He had already been hit hard by the opponent's shield once before, and now he has lost 9% of his health.
Ten of them were cut out by the sword that followed."
"Unless the opponent has a way to completely resist the threat of that shield, or a way to break through the opponent's strong defense and resilience... No, at the beginning, the president of our Sword of Justice had already shown us the solution
We don’t know why he no longer uses consecutive combination skills such as sneak attacks.”
"Maybe it just doesn't work anymore."
With a smile on his face, Duan Fenglei, who is also a professional boxer, then crossed his arms and made his own judgment: "It's not so much a cracked routine, but more like a greeting at the beginning, a set of skillful combos and
The subsequent sneak attack with bricks is not actually a skill that can be used in competition, it is just some kind of 'signal' sent to the opponent."
"These two people obviously know each other. The opening looked full of gunpowder, but the damage was not as high as the normal attacks during this period." Broken Shanyue also let out a disdainful sneer, with a bit of light flashing in his eyes.
He also raised his beard: "This is not like a formal competition at all, but a friendly discussion and exchange... Hey, what's the point of continuing to fight like this? I don't want to see this kind of nutritious thing."
"I said from the beginning that there must be something wrong with the competition they organized!" Before Duan Fenglei could reply, Mephisto, not far away, sneered again: "Okay now, it's a shady competition.
It's so obvious! You can still bear it, but I can't!"
"Just leave if you can't bear it anymore. No one asked you to bring so many boys here to join in the fun." He waved goodbye to the player wearing a black magic robe, and the handsome guy Jack on the side blocked the other's sarcasm.
: "I'm not very talented, but I didn't see any problems like the other big guys. Didn't these two people play very well?"
"Yes, judging from the transition between offense and defense and the details of each other's movements, the fighting level of this game is actually not low." The demon who has been waiting for a long time to resurrect also nodded and gave his own evaluation: "But-"
"Just because an expert can see so many ways, it doesn't mean that a layman can also see it."
As the demon resurrected pointed out at this time, the crowd watching at the edge of the venue had begun to become anxious as time went by, and the pointing voice became more and more noisy as the sound increased.
, and finally gradually turned into an ups and downs of protest. It seemed that she could smell an unusual undercurrent. She had been paying attention to the murmurings of the people around her and frowned imperceptibly. She looked at the silent people behind her.
Several players' subordinates whispered for a while, and then reminded Jian Beidong on the side: "Go and prepare."
"...announced so soon?" Jian Beidong also raised his eyebrows, curled his lips and stopped sitting cross-legged on the boulder: "Okay, but except for a few people, the rest
I shouldn’t need to waste much time, and there’s not much point in preparing for the event.”
"Wait a minute, wait a minute, looking at your appearance, is Goldman already the loser?" He turned around and stood up from his resting position, with a look of dissatisfaction on Asahi Dongsheng's face: "
How did you judge it, and why didn't I see it?"
"We don't think Gedman will lose to that guy in terms of hard power, but the game will always be mixed with various off-field factors." This time, Xueling Huanbing was the first to give the answer:
"Someone doesn't want our team to continue to win - if this is the only problem, we can find a way to overcome it, but if even Gedman himself doesn't want to win..."
"Then we can only respect his personal wishes."
boom!
The heavy collision between the fist and the shield once again rose above the arena platform where countless people were focusing. The surface of the transparent platform also drew two long parallel trajectories along with the separate bodies of the two fighting people.
After his fists were separated from his chest, Bizhuo also revealed the corners of his mouth that were grinning almost to his ears, and his square face also showed a knowing expression: "...You have already reached this level, don't you think so?"
Aren’t you going to show your true strength yet?”
"Are you criticizing me? Criticizing me for not fighting you seriously?" Still maintaining the action of raising the shield, Goldman's calm and emotionless eyes were also revealed on the top edge of the big black shield.
Straight above: "I also heard the voices of the spectators who were shouting nonsense. Here I solemnly clarify: I have never had the idea of letting go, and I have always taken every opponent of mine seriously."
"Oh, really?" The exaggerated smile of the current president of the Sword of Justice, who gradually stood up straight and clinked his fists, gradually faded away: "Even if this will drag down your team?"
"Why, you already have full self-confidence?" Goldman shook his head and replied calmly, maintaining his posture of accepting the challenge: "You should wait until you have truly defeated me to say this."
"It seems you have really changed."
He let out a heavy sigh, and took a step forward, Ban Zhuan, and began to slowly exhale the turbid air in his mouth: "You used to be very sharp - no, it should be a great success, and you would always think about it at such critical moments.
You have to express yourself well and want to put all the spotlight on yourself on the field, without caring about the state and feelings of the team and other teammates."
"Although the effect looks similar now, there is already a huge difference in essence." He gradually came closer with his hands lowered, and the bald boxer's words became clearer in front of Gedman: "I would rather bear the infamy.
I don’t want to stand out anymore—is this still the captain I know?”
"After being in the jungle for so long and leading so many teams, I have seen through it all and am tired of it." Not paying attention to the murderous intent and threat emanating from his approaching opponent, Goldman still replied calmly.
: "How can I be dissatisfied when there is a team that can worry about it for me and stop me from worrying about these problems?"
"It would be nice if you had this kind of awareness when you were still the Sword of Justice." The turbid air was completely exhausted as he walked closer, and the cold-faced Banzhuan took a deep breath.
: "And now - so many former brothers are still being criticized and tortured because of the mess you left before, shouldn't you show some expression?"
"You want me to give up the victory?" Goldman's calm eyes fluctuated slightly: "This is impossible. If you have the ability, you can take it yourself."
"You may think that this is me deliberately provoking and looking for flaws." He stopped in his tracks and stared directly at the opponent's face: "Unfortunately, this is not the case, this is just my true thoughts now.
That’s all.”
"...Come on then." In the tense atmosphere where the air seemed to freeze, Goldmane, who had been silent for a moment, lowered his figure and said, "Why are you giving up so many words?"
"Since you don't want to say it now, we won't force it. After all, we are all very familiar with each other." An invisible aura began to burn in his body, and Ban Zhu's face with the Chinese character under his bald head finally began to feel angry.
Emerged: "But I still have to say one more thing."
"Remember to apologize to Xiyue."
The soaring god, which was enough to reverse the violent winds in the mountains, then appeared under the dim sky with the bricks as the center. The terrifying roar even blew Gedman's heavy figure away a long distance, and he was covered with blood.
The entire body outline of the bald boxer, whose muscles were knotted up and down, seemed to have swelled a little with this explosion. Even his angry eyes were filled with golden light full of power: "Addition of divine power!"
"Drink!"
Without any unnecessary movements, like the giant bricks of the god of war coming, he slapped the ground in front of him with his huge palms. The arena formed by the space partition made a deafening muffled sound as he slapped with all his strength.
The surface of the unshakable transparent floor was then occupied by a series of extremely bright cracks that spread out. The onlookers, who thought that this place was really going to be destroyed by this blow, were blown away by the wild wind.
Everyone responded by taking refuge, but the ground formed by this space partition did not really show signs of destruction due to the God-like blow of the bricks. Only the energy fountains emerging from those bright cracks were underneath.
In an instant, it burst out from every corner of the field: "The earth surges!"
The entire surface of the space was blown up by the blow of the bricks, and Gedman, who was blown away, was no exception. He tried his best to maintain his defensive posture with a shield in the air, but he had already rushed over.
The bald warrior was already waiting with his wild and powerful body right below where he was about to land: "Tear the sky apart!"
"Accept the sanction!"
The horizontal fist assumed a charging posture, and the brick-knotted body then waved a punch that penetrated the sky. The unstoppable power was matched by the falling Gedman's shield, which was barely facing the ground.
They collided together, and the expected scene where the big shield warrior was supposed to be knocked away by a punch did not occur. The moment he received the force, Gedman released his left hand and allowed the black shield to be blown away.
It rolled sideways like a flying top to the side of the soaring cannon. However, the movement of using the force to continue sliding down was inexplicably paused for a moment. It seemed as if the landing angle was too straight and the help of inertia was lost.
: "Guild Master Ban Brick caught the opponent's flaw! This blow - what? Goldman actually dodged it!"
"Perfect offload! But the landing angle was too bad! He didn't distance himself!"
"He no longer has a shield! He has no capital to confront Brick head-on! The best way now is to continue to evade - Huh?"
"Why is he not moving? Does he want to fight head-on? Is this giving up resistance?"
After trying to struggle for a while, Gedman, who lowered his head, showed a wry smile that seemed to realize something at this moment. The raised one-handed sword then collided head-on with the huge fist that was chasing after him.
This time there were no other surprises: "...it has made great progress."
"It's a great honor to receive the compliment."
His eyes were intertwined for a moment in the collision between the fist and the sword. Ban Bian left his last calm reply. The heavy body and the long sword in his hand, which seemed to have no resistance at all, followed him.
With this punch, he was knocked straight away, and with the cheers of the audience, he drew a distant arc towards the horizon outside the venue: "——Hit! This is the punch that determines the outcome!"
"Does Gedman still have the ability to fly like others? Or is there any other means that can create miracles? If not-"
"Let us congratulate the president of the Sword of Justice for winning this game!"
This chapter has been completed!