The two once again entered into a fierce offensive and defensive battle. Of course, Albert was still retreating under the fierce attack of the werewolf and could only defend blindly.
Bang! Bediwell's sword moves were getting faster and faster. The tiger accidentally failed to guard against it and was knocked away again!
"Seven times." Bedivere repeated the countdown like a reminder. Albert didn't have many chances left.
But Tiger got up again, focused on fighting, and carefully observed Bedivere's attack pattern while constantly defending.
How strange. No matter how flexible and unpredictable Bedivere's sword moves are, some of the decisive moves used by werewolves to defeat tigers seem to have something in common.
------Some kind of breath that is difficult to describe, but it does exist and can be sensed.
Bang! At the moment when Albert was distracted by his thoughts, another blow hit the tiger's forehead. It was Bedivere's full strength, a blow that could break the skull, but it was replaced by an ordinary weapon--
----Even the lightest and most fragile twig will definitely break Albert's skull and kill him at this time. Fortunately, they are using training wooden swords that will break as soon as they hit the opponent!
"Six times." Bedivere counted down ruthlessly: "That's an advantage for you. That blow just now was enough to kill you ten times."
"Uh!" The tiger covered his head, his eyes were filled with stars, and he was in agony. But he gradually understood something.
It's momentum.
Other attacks are all feints, feints made to distract the opponent. The sword moves Bedivere actually uses to defeat his opponent often have a different momentum at the moment of release, full of killing intent.
Abandon the rules and retain the true meaning------is this what it means?
If you can easily tell which moves are feints and which attacks are real killing blows, then there is a slight chance of victory in this battle.
Albert breathed a sigh of relief and concentrated on fighting again. This time, he carefully observed his opponent's attack, and used his whole body to sense the subtle changes in Bedivere's momentum when he attacked, trying to distinguish the true and false in it.
"Ha! -------" The werewolf caught the moment when Albert retreated and lost his balance, raised his wooden sword and struck it down. It was an unstoppable blow!
But, what's wrong? There is obviously no killing intent in this blow?
However, if you don't avoid it, it will still be very bad...!
Albert flinched, raised his sword to block and jumped back at the same time!
Whoosh! As if he was sure that the tiger would flinch, the werewolf's heavy blow stopped abruptly halfway. He took advantage of the situation and stepped forward to chase the tiger that retreated sharply and lost its balance!
Snap! The half-fallen wooden sword changed its trajectory and turned into a sweeping strike full of killing intent!!
"Ugh!------" There was no way to stop him, and Albert was knocked away.
"Five times. You really don't have a long memory." Bedivere looked at the tiger coldly and mocked.
It hurts. Albert stretched out his hand and touched it, and there was a bruise on his abdomen. Any touch would induce severe throbbing pain.
"It's not too late to give up now. If you give up now, you will be punished with doing housework for a week at most, but at least you won't have to do it for a month." Bediwell tempted the tiger with sweet words.
"Who would... give up!" Tiger reluctantly got up and said unconvinced.
"Then I'll give you another good beating." The werewolf charged forward with his sword raised.
Whoosh! Another murderous attack!
But it seemed like it was a sweep without much power...and no one was going to use a killing move as soon as they came up, right?!
No matter, block it first and then------
The tiger just wanted to block Bedivere's attack with his wooden sword, but unexpectedly the werewolf's sword twisted instantly and moved under Albert's arm!
Crack! The wooden sword hit the back of the tiger's hand hard, and Albert felt his hand sore and numb! The next second, his wooden sword had already flown out of his hand!
Bump!! And Bedivere also rushed over, sending Albert flying with a shoulder collision, and stabbed the tiger with his sword when it was flying in the air!
Immediately afterwards, Albert's heart-rending screams echoed in the snowy field. He was stabbed in a vital part this time, and it was really painful!
"Ouch, ouch, ouch...bastard!" Tiger covered his butt and got up, feeling a burning pain down there. Bedivere's attacks became more and more cruel and dirty.
However, the tiger cannot blame anyone. Real fighting is often like this - as long as the opponent can be defeated, any despicable means can be used. Chivalry and the like are just the ideas of those fools in the upper class who know nothing about fighting.
It's a stupid excuse that only laymen who don't know the truth will follow it.
You can use any technique, you don't even have to stick to using a sword or the same weapon; at critical moments, you can even use your body to knock your opponent away and create a flaw.
This is probably what the abandonment rule means.
"Four times." The werewolf said contemptuously, "Was that blow good just now?"
Veins popped up on Tiger's forehead: "Damn bastard... I will definitely defeat you!!"
He rushed forward and continued to fight with the werewolf, trying to catch Bedivere's killing moment. The werewolf feinted with his sword a few times, and suddenly exuded murderous intent from all over his body, and raised his sword to stab the tiger! Albert learned this time
Be good, and dodge to avoid the fatal blow! ------- But he guessed wrong again! Bedivere's sword thrust was still a feint, and the real killing move came after the tiger dodged, a
Sweep hit Albert's throat!
"Cough, cough, cough, cough!" The tiger who fell to the ground kept coughing and almost suffocated.
"Do you think you can win by catching the murderous intent when I attack? You're too naive. Murderous intent can be hidden." Bedivere smiled grimly. Those previous attacks full of murderous intent were all bait.
A trick played to trick a tiger into being fooled. How could the real murderous intention be casually noticed by the opponent!
(Asshole!)
Albert was completely fooled into applause. The same thing seemed to have happened once before - when facing a certain celestial knight.
If the opponent is an experienced Heavenly Knight, Tiger will have nothing to say if he loses. But the opponent in front of him is just a stupid wolf! He is about the same age as Albert (actually, Bediville Biai
Albert is four years younger), a competitor who should have started at the same starting point!
To be defeated again and again by this guy, where does this leave Albert's face?!
(Asshole!!------)
The furious tiger raised his sword and slashed wildly, forcing the werewolf to retreat and defend for the first time. Yes! Bedivere has much more combat experience than Albert, and his attacks are completely unpredictable! Since all predictions are invalid, then
The only way left is to attack! Attack is the best defense. Just use a series of violent attacks like a storm to beat Bedivere without any room to fight back!
Bang! Success! Albert broke Bedivere's wooden sword with a lucky shot!
"Succeeded!" Tiger rushed out with a sword, thinking that this would be able to kill Bedivere!
Unexpectedly, the werewolf swayed past lightly, and at the same time stretched out a hand to catch the half-part wooden sword that broke off and flew away, still making circles in the air! Before the wooden sword had time to disappear, the werewolf instantly circled around Al
Beside Bert, he aimed at the tiger's lower abdomen and stabbed it with half of his dagger!
"Pfft---" Albert vomited a mouthful of blood, and his abdomen was stabbed in overwhelming pain!
"Three times." Bedivere kicked the tiger who was kneeling on the ground panting, and said sternly: "Don't delay, get up."
Row! The tiger suddenly swung his sword upwards and swept it towards Bedivere's chin!
It was useless, the werewolf had no flaws at all. He leaned back to avoid the tiger's sneak attack, and at the same time kicked Albert's chin, knocking the tiger away!
The tiger in mid-air didn't even have a chance to keep his balance. Bedivere's wooden sword responded and stabbed the tiger's shoulder under the strong throw of the werewolf!
"The last two chances. Hey hey hey hey." Bedivere chuckled, full of malice.
Albert was constantly defeated, and was completely defeated. He didn't even have half a chance to win. The tiger got up from the ground, panting heavily, covered in injuries, and seemed unable to fight again, and it was impossible to turn defeat into victory.
However------
Albert got up from the ground, no longer angry as before, but became calm.
The werewolf has far more combat experience than the tiger. No matter how hard Albert tries, he will definitely not be able to defeat this opponent.
Since he knew that he could never win, there was no need to dwell on the outcome. Thinking of this, Albert suddenly felt relieved.
However, even once, even just once, this arrogant stupid wolf must be surprised.
Bedivere suddenly realized something was wrong. The cutworm in front of him suddenly seemed to be a different person, and the aura exuding from his body was different.
No, it’s not different, but... it’s become lighter!?
Albert suddenly fell down.
Kick------whoosh! The big cat crouched, followed by a sharp sprint towards the werewolf!
It was supposed to be a blow full of murderous intent, and Bedivere was supposed to be able to choose the right time to dodge based on this murderous intent, but the werewolf unexpectedly discovered that Albert was missing!
He's missing!?
Whoosh! The werewolf heard the sound of the sword coming and hurriedly jumped back to dodge! Fortunately, his hearing and reaction were excellent. The wooden sword passed through his chest, but never touched Bedivere's body!
In that rapid world, although Bedivere was completely unable to locate Albert, he looked back from his opponent's attack and learned the general direction of Albert. Therefore, the moment he dodged the sword strike
, was also the moment when Bedivere counterattacked. His wooden sword was raised diagonally, sending Albert flying!
"Ha, ha, ha! ...The last chance!" Bedivere gasped. The amount of exercise just now was not large, but the dodge and counterattack at that moment gave the werewolf a great psychological impact.
The pressure was so intense that Bedivere could only relieve it by breathing heavily at the moment.
Albert was knocked out and landed heavily on the ground again. Despite such a disastrous defeat, Tiger didn't care and got up with a smirk: