Under everyone's gaze, Ezreal straightened up tremblingly. His right cheek was swollen, and his nose, eyes, and mouth were almost squeezed together. It looked really miserable.
Although Ezreal didn't have a mirror in his hand, he could imagine how ugly his current image was. But these were not the point. Ezreal stared at Tryndamere opposite.
Tryndamere's condition wasn't much better than Ezreal's. His face was covered with blood, and several parts of his chest were swollen under Ezreal's attacks. However, he acted as if nothing was wrong and didn't care at all.
Those wounds on the body.
Combining the information disclosed by Rosen before, it is not difficult to see that Tryndamere's unique talent is somewhat similar to that of Mad Dog Olaf. The only weakness of this type of self-explosive talent is its duration.
It is impossible for Tryndamere to maintain this invincible state forever, so what Ezreal has to do is to fly a kite to delay Tryndamere until the limit of Tryndamere's unique talent, and then kick him over!
"It seems this game is not over yet."
Ashe curled her lips, and her elegant indifference seemed a bit dazzling in Lissandra's eyes.
"The game continues." Lissandra shouted and sat back next to Ashe, "I hope you are right, Your Highness Ashe."
Ashe ignored Lissandra and returned her gaze to the Colosseum.
After Tryndamere suffered a big loss, Ezreal didn't dare to attack easily again. Anyway, Tryndamere is now a weakling who can't be beaten, and all attacks are useless. All he has to do now is to delay time.
Tryndamere is not a bad guy, he naturally knows where his shortcomings are. Now it seems that Ezreal already knows where his weaknesses are. Tryndamere will never give Ezreal a chance to delay.
Tryndamere moved, like a strong cheetah, he pounced at Ezreal at lightning speed, but Ezreal used arcane leap to nimbly dodge.
With Arcane Leap, a short-cooling kiting skill, it is really difficult for Tryndamere to catch Ezreal.
However, just when Ezreal used arcane leap to avoid Tryndamere's attack, Ezreal's pupils suddenly shrank, and the feeling that his body suddenly became extremely heavy appeared again. It was Tryndamere's attack.
Self-imposed deceleration skills!
Before Ezreal could think about it, the next second, Tryndamere's bloody fist approached before him. Ezreal had no way to avoid it and could only protect his head instinctively.
But unexpectedly, Tryndamere's target of attack this time was not Ezreal's head. He sent a straight uppercut hard into Ezreal's arms.
"cough!"
Tryndamere punched Ezreal in the stomach. Ezreal's pupils suddenly dilated, he opened his mouth and spat out a large amount of gall water, and his body flew backwards under the force of the force.
However, before Ezreal could fly far, Tryndamere suddenly grabbed Ezreal's ankle and pulled him back from flying away. At the same time, he raised his elbow and was about to fly towards Ezreal.
Zreal hit him in the face. If the blow was real this time, I'm afraid Ezreal would never be able to stand up again.
Soon enough, Tryndamere's elbow was about to hit the bridge of Ezreal's nose. Ezreal's body flashed with black light and disappeared in an instant. TEDA
Mir's elbow also failed.
"Ahem."
Ezreal squatted in the open space eight meters away from Tryndamere, holding his stomach, looking at Tryndamere's back with a painful expression. His deceleration skill was so abnormal that if he was decelerated once, he would inevitably get punched by his fist.
, with Ezreal’s body there is no way he can withstand it.
"Is the interval between teleports one second?"
Tryndamere turned to look at Ezreal. After several trials, Tryndamere finally dared to confirm that the shortest interval between Ezreal's teleportation was one second. As long as he could seize this one-second gap, he could attack Ezreal.
If Zerrell delivers a fatal blow, he wins!
Tryndamere looks like a reckless man, but this does not mean that his brain is all about muscles. If he does not have a little brains and combat IQ, he cannot become the leader of a barbarian tribe that advocates force.
Seizing the gap between Ezreal's teleportation, Tryndamere launched a stormy attack. Ezreal was hit by Tryndamere again and again, but he stood up again and again. At this time, Ezreal was hit by Tryndamere again and again.
Riel was already covered in black and blue, with large and small wounds all over his body.
"Pap-pap-pap-pap!"
The frequency of Tryndamere's attacks became faster and faster, and Ezreal was brutally beaten by him like a powerless rookie, but he didn't even let out a groan of pain. He just looked at Tryndamere.
, seems to be brewing his own anger...
His attack speed is getting faster and faster, and he is anxious! It seems that the limit time of his unique skill talent is coming!
Yes, that must be the case! (To be continued...)
ps: I will update this much today, 5,000 per day in April, this is my promise!
