After Constantine and Elaine finished chatting, when they turned around and walked out of the medical room, they happened to meet the Celestial Knight Palin Lore head-on.
"Uh, Your Majesty the Grand Duke?"
"Don't worry about it, just go and do what you should do. I have something to discuss with that kid." Palinloer said calmly.
"But, he is still recuperating..."
"It's just a few words, it won't take a lot of time." The heavenly knight waved his hand: "The elimination round is still going on, and there are more candidates injured in the battle waiting for your treatment. Go ahead,
Don't delay."
Constantine, the Knight of the Round Table, reluctantly nodded and continued walking out.
But before he took a few steps, the phone in his pocket rang.
Who is this ignorant guy who called me at this time? Constantine felt sulky in his heart, picked up the phone and asked coldly: "Who is it?"
"It's me." King Arthur's slightly nervous voice came from the other end of the phone: "Constantine, according to you, I waited until lunch time. But Greenville hasn't woken up yet, and it seems she doesn't intend to come for lunch.
This kind of thing has never happened before. There is indeed something wrong with her body."
"Your Majesty..." A drop of helpless cold sweat broke out on Constantine's forehead: "Maybe it's just because the queen worked too hard last night fighting with the group of Twilight Cultists. It's actually very common to have a little drowsiness after excessive fatigue.
It’s not really a serious illness.”
However, King Arthur still stubbornly repeated: "This kind of thing has never happened, even when Greenville was a therapist and treated hundreds of injured patients a day, it never happened. She was also the most professional,
I will always take strict health management. It is impossible no matter how hard I think about not wanting to get up to eat after oversleeping."
Veins appeared on Constantine's forehead, but the other person was the King of Great Britain, the immediate boss of the Knights of the Round Table. No matter how unhappy Constantine was, he could not get angry at King Arthur, so he had to suppress his anger and whispered: "Your Majesty
, please wait patiently, at least until this evening*. If Queen Greenville cannot wake up by that time, we will begin a detailed physical examination of her."
(*Note: There is a two-hour time difference between London and Cairo. Depending on the location of the Red Sea, the time difference between London and the Red Sea can be two to three hours.)
"What should we do if her condition has reached an irreversible point by that time?"
"You're too worried." Constantine said angrily: "In short, I have to stay here on the Red Sea to look after the group of candidates. I can't leave at all. This is a life-threatening task, and the queen just
She just slept a little longer, she can wait."
There was a rattling sound from the knuckles of King Arthur's fist on the other end of the phone. Just listening to that sound, you could feel the King's aura of almost crushing the phone. But Constantine was also a doctor, and he was helping the wounded.
Never give in, even if the opponent is the king.
"Understood." King Arthur calmed down and said, "I will wait. Although at this moment I just want to come over and cut you into pieces, I know you are right. In this case, you think you
It's the right thing to do, stick to it and don't give in. However, if Greenville doesn't wake up after tonight's dinner time, I will personally bring her to you. At that time, you can grit your teeth and wait for a punch from me.
Bar!"
"If this can restore the queen's health, I will be happy." Constantine replied without changing his expression: "However, I advise your Majesty not to use the portal. The red shift phenomenon during teleportation will affect the unconscious mind."
It has a very bad impact on the health of seriously ill patients."
"I know."
There was a click, and the communication was interrupted. Only the noise of electromagnetic waves came from the other end of the phone. Rather than saying that King Arthur hung up the phone, it would be better to say that he crushed the phone directly.
"Uh." Constantine used his mind to complete the picture of King Arthur holding the broken phone with an angry look on his face. Just thinking about it makes him feel terrible.
At the same time, in the cubicle of the medical room, Elaine, who had just bid farewell to her friends and was about to lie down and recuperate, found someone else walking into the cubicle.
"Uh... Grand Duke?" Elaine swallowed. Looking at it from such a close distance, the celestial knight Palin Loar was really scary. This old man in his fifties was not impressed at all.
Years have worn away his vigor. In addition to his strong body, the taut muscles all over his body always reveal a shocking force, giving people a sense of fear that "he is carrying a weapon all over his body."
However, Palinlor has a kind face--just looking at his face--there is absolutely no terrifying aura of being the "ultimate human weapon".
"Lie down, there's no need to salute, I'll say a few words and leave." Palinloer said calmly and found a seat to sit down: "First of all, congratulations to you, kid. Today's battle is very exciting. The organizer of the Round Table Trial
I really appreciate your performance."
"Uh...thank you, thank you." The white bear man replied with a red face.
"What are you so shy about?" Palinloer raised his eyebrows: "When others praise you, just accept it happily."
"Yes, but------"
"But that's not all your power." Palinloer's praise instantly turned into ruthless criticism: "You could have used more power to beat your opponent to pieces. But you didn't do that.
On the one hand, it’s because you’re afraid of your opponent’s attack, and on the other hand, it’s because you’re afraid that your body will be destroyed if you use your full strength, right?”
Elaine looked at Grand Duke Palinloer blankly, a drop of sweat broke out on his forehead.
(He knew?!)
"Huhu." Palinloer smiled coldly, picked up an iron tray next to the hospital bed---the kind used to hold medicines and surgical tools---and placed it on both sides of the bed.
In the palm of your hand ------
rub!
Knead again!
Just like kneading dough, knead the hard and strong iron tray into a ball!!
But he didn't stop there and continued to rub it! The metal tray that had already turned into an iron ball was compressed, compressed, and compressed again in his palms!!
Elaine turned pale with fright when she saw the performance of the Celestial Knight. The strength of the legendary monstrous man was so exaggerated!!
Finally, lying quietly in the palm of Grand Duke Palinloer was an iron bean as big as a soybean. The large iron tray, which was originally fifteen inches wide, was compressed into this terrifying size! Its
Needless to say, the density is surprisingly high!!
"Here." Palinloer stuffed the small iron bean into the White Bear Man's hand, and Elaine took it with difficulty. The high-density iron bean almost pressed the White Bear Man's bear paw heavily onto the hospital bed.
It's scary heavy!
And Palinloer also spread his palms. After all, his palms are human palms, and there is no way they would be safe during the almost crazy compression process just now. The skin and flesh on them have long been torn and bloody, which is probably not ordinary.
The pain!
However, Palinlor's palm is healing itself at an astonishing speed! In just a few seconds, the scarred palm regenerates its epidermis, shrinks the flesh, and restores the mushy capillary network, becoming as if it were nothing.
As if nothing had happened, it appeared in front of Elaine's eyes safe and sound!
"Super, super recovery power..." the white bear man muttered in surprise.
"Yes, super recovery power. You have the same thing, but you never know how to use it correctly." Palinloer sneered: "The human body is inherently capable of exerting capabilities several times beyond its limit, but you never know how to use it correctly."
The human brain does not allow the body to behave like this. When strength is used excessively, muscles will tear, bones will break, and even nerves and blood vessels will suffer devastating blows. Human beings can usually only exert one percent of their body's potential.
When you are around thirty, even after long-term and rigorous training, your potential can only be realized by half at most------This is really a waste."
Elaine looked confused: "I don't, don't understand..."
"Actually, I just want to say," Palinloer grinned and said bluntly in simpler words: "You and I have the same physique, and both have that kind of super recovery ability. Why can't you do what I can do?"
What if you can't do it? That's because your body is subconsciously limiting its own strength. Whenever you intend to use your full strength to the point that it will damage your body, your head will send a signal to inhibit your strength.
.As a result, you can't even produce half of the power you should be able to produce. No--maybe worse. In addition to insurmountable physical factors, psychological factors also affect your performance."
"Heart, psychological factors?"
Palinloer glared at Elaine and narrowed his eyes: "You kid are scared. You are afraid of pain and afraid that you will be injured if you use your full strength, right?"
The white bear swallowed again.
"That's not okay, kid." The heavenly knight's expression became even more profound: "To be honest, you are not a knight at all. Modern knights need excellent mobility, strong judgment, and instant agility.
reaction ability, and sharp combat intuition. But you don’t possess any of these most basic conditions.”
Big beads of sweat broke out from the white bear man's forehead. He, an idiot, still understood this trivial matter. Although he knew it very well, he was helpless.
"The specialties you have are your innate powerful offensive and defensive capabilities, as well as your monster-level regeneration power." Palinlor deliberately squeezed Elaine's bandaged arm with his hand: "But, if you even have these
If you can't fully utilize your special skills, I can tell you that you will never be able to advance further. Regardless of other opponents, as far as [the magician on the battlefield--Tactics Lawrence] is concerned, as long as you know your details, you will be able to advance.
Defeating you is a piece of cake. You have neither speed nor skills, and your brain is not very good. Your opponent can use just a few tricks to mess with you."
The white bear man's eyes immediately flashed with a disappointed light: "Guo, as expected..."
"So I ask you, little brat." Grand Duke Palinlor stared at the White Bear Man with sharp eyes: "Do you want to win? Use the only advantage you have to the extreme to make up for your shortcomings.
You have to endure the heartbreaking pain and still win - can you show this kind of consciousness?"