Chapter 1562 The ultimate battle on the battlefield six
Chapter 1562: A decisive battle on the battlefield (6)
"We're finally here, little furball!" Although one of Bereld's feet was frozen, he didn't panic at all. Instead, he grinned boldly.
He raised four lightsabers in preparation for defense------in close combat, he was still superior to Bediwell. No matter how the werewolf youth attacked, Gladiator Bereld could easily deal with it!
This is true in theory, but in practice?
Bedivere sneered, and rushed over with a round of slashes. The tungsten turtle tongue whip on his other arm swam around like a poisonous snake, constantly looking for opportunities to launch a sneak attack on Bereld from a blind corner!
The gladiator waved four lightsabers to deal with it. The lightsabers instantly collided with Bedivere's Black Moon Kobelco scimitar hundreds of times, and countless sparks burst out in the blindingly fast brawl!
Boom! The tungsten turtle tongue whip struck from behind, but one of Bereld's arms instantly broke back and blocked this insidious attack with his lightsaber!
Blah blah blah!! Bedivere launched dozens of fierce attacks from the front again, but the remaining three lightsabers of the gladiator responded with all their might and resolved the onslaughts one by one!
Dong Dong Dong Dong! Dong! The tungsten turtle tongue whip continued to attack the gladiator all the time, stabbing diagonally from the left side and downwards, stabbing down from the top of the head, stabbing towards the shoulder, and even secretly stabbing from the gladiator's crotch.
Drill down and want to launch a fierce attack from the most insidious blind corner!
Keng! Keng Keng Keng! However, Bereld assigned another arm to deal with the attack of the tungsten turtle tongue whip. Two arms were used to defend against the attack of the whip, and the remaining two arms were used to deal with the attack of the shell.
Diville's machete attack from the front seems to be no problem!
"Give up, you can't win!" Bereld said with a ferocious smile. As long as his mind-sighting skills can still be used, Bedivere has no chance of winning, because all the actions of the werewolf youth will be blocked before he attacks.
Fighter preview read!
However, Bedivere sneered even more proudly: "No, I have already won."
"Varied------?"
Before the gladiator could react, Bediwell had already accelerated his attack speed and used more aggressive attacks to put pressure on his opponent! It was already a battle mode in which he completely gave up defense and suppressed his opponent with fierce attacks. Bediwell seemed to have no clue
Don't care that you might get hurt! The machete's crazy chops are a little messy and unorganized, but the sneak attacks of the tungsten turtle tongue whip are becoming more and more subtle and insidious, stabbing Bereld from all blind corners almost non-stop!
Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang! The sound of gold and stone clashing can be heard endlessly. Ordinary people can no longer see the attacks of the two men. They can only see the two warriors slashing at each other with their arms that are almost invisible and waving rapidly.
And the surrounding sparks are shining endlessly like stars in the sky!
Suppressed in terms of speed?! As he continued to fight, Gladiator Bereld couldn't help but have this question in his mind. With four arms and extremely talented people, he obviously has a far superior attack speed, right?
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But why?! Bedivere's attacks seem to be getting faster and faster, so fast that it makes people breathless!
No, no, it wasn't because the little fur ball in front of him was attacking so fast that the gladiator couldn't breathe.
It seems that because ------------ has nothing to do with his opponent, he started to be a little out of breath from just now!
This is hypoxia!
From now on, Bereld has been in the ring of flames and was attacked by Bediwell. The flames consumed a lot of the surrounding air. The last wave of attacks with frost created a tornado, further inflaming the fire.
Further frantically consuming the oxygen in the flame ring! Bereld was too focused on dealing with Bedivere's onslaught, but was completely unaware of the air conditions. His body was gradually eroded by the lack of oxygen and began to lose control!
"Are you aware of it now, you bald man?" Bedivere continued to attack, but an increasingly sinister smile appeared on his face: "I have to say, your physical strength is really good, you can actually hold on until now. But---
---Die!!＂
And Bediwell's last series of fierce attacks were a way to consume the last bit of oxygen in Bereld's body! The werewolf youth's attacks seemed to be getting faster and faster, but in fact it was not because Bediwell's attack speed was any faster.
How fast, but because Bereld's hands, feet and brain began to become sluggish due to increasing lack of oxygen!
Oops, my body can't keep up with the opponent's movements...! Bereld groaned secretly in his heart. The Luna Steel Scimitar coming towards him was so fast, although the gladiator's mental skills could predict its coming and attack in advance.
Trajectory, Bereld's body was unable to react in time and block this attack!
If you continue like this, you will be hit! And the scimitar shining with lightning is obviously very deadly. If you get hit, the game will be over! Bereld thought this way and hurriedly freed one hand to return.
Although it was very difficult to move his arm, he still blocked this fatal blow!
Keng! The swords collided violently, and thunder shot out, splashing on the gladiator's body, bringing bursts of soreness and tingling! Under the impact, Bereld also took a step back, with a tendency to lean back.
My lower body completely lost balance!
"It's over." Bedivere had already taken back the tungsten turtle tongue whip, coiled it around his arm, and charged up!
He punched out, and the tungsten turtle tongue whip coiled like a spring instantly released its kinetic energy, thrust straight out, and stabbed the gladiator Bereld in the abdomen!
The gladiator wanted to move his arms to block the blow, but found that he was unable to do so! All his energy was completely consumed in the fierce fight, and due to lack of oxygen, his energy could not be replenished temporarily, and his limbs were numb! Even if he forced
He raised his sword to block, but the weak block of the four lightsabers was completely suppressed by the powerful piercing attack of the tungsten turtle tongue whip!
Boom! ------The storm flew by, the dust was flying, and Bereld felt as if a pile driver was exploding in his abdomen. The severe pain started from the abdomen and spread to his whole body in an instant! The gladiator's belly was
A hole the size of a fist was made, and he flew out!!
Boom! Bereld's body passed through the wall of fire, flew away from the ring of flames, then landed on the ground twenty yards away, and then slid for a full thirty feet on the dusty ground, dragging a trail of blood!
"Ha, ha, ha." Bedivere gasped for air. The surrounding flames gradually receded, after all, the fuel was burned out. The werewolf youth had many wounds on his body, all of which were caused by Berel during the fierce battle.
De's lightsaber was burned, and Bediwell's physical exertion was also quite severe. He still miscalculated - he didn't expect Bereld's endurance to be so strong. It was so thrilling just now, it was really hard to fight.
I don’t know who will win at the last minute. If werewolves didn’t have that extra physical advantage in race, it’s probably Bediwell who couldn’t hold on in the end and lost first!
But it was really over. The large wound on Bereld's abdomen was so serious that Bediwell estimated that the gladiator would not even be able to stand up. The battle just now was too dangerous, and Bediwell did not even have the chance to treat the opponent.
Hand, the piercing attack just fired was the full blow Bedivere could deliver.
That wound looks really bad. Could it be that Bereld was beaten to death directly? Bediwell couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. If his opponent died, Bediwell would also be disqualified from the competition.
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However, what happened next made Bedivere break out in a cold sweat again. It was not because the gladiator Bereld was dead that it was scary. What was really scary was that Bereld was not dead, and he was slowly rising from the ground.
Get up!
"Hey, are you kidding me?" The werewolf young man looked at his opponent in disbelief.
Bereld is actually just an ordinary human being, and he does not have any super self-healing ability, so the hole in his abdomen has not healed. However, the gladiator used his obsession to move his abdominal muscles and tighten them.
His muscles forcibly blocked the abdominal wound and stopped the bleeding!
"We haven't decided the winner yet, Mr. Bedivere." The gladiator looked at the werewolf youth seriously: "Before I can achieve my wish...how could I fall in a place like this!"
"Absolutely...can't fall!" Bereld, whose face was full of swollen veins, regained his composure, and his eyes were filled with high-spirited flames: "I will definitely...defeat you!!"
That is, what a terrible obsession!
A normal person would have fainted from the pain if such a big hole was made in his abdomen. Even if he did not faint, he would at least be unable to resist the pain and want to seek medical treatment! But Bereld was clenching his teeth and forcibly stopping the bleeding.
Then he stood up like an iron man, stood up, and continued to challenge his opponent Bedivere!
This bald man was obviously just an ordinary human being. But, was this bald man really an ordinary human being? Bedivere was dumbfounded.
Candidates who want to become a Knight of the Round Table must have a reason, a pursuit, and a wish that must be realized.
King Arthur's words rang in Bedivere's mind.
Victory only belongs to those who are willing to pay any price to achieve their wishes. The deeper the obsession to achieve their wishes, the stronger [power] those people will obtain.
Anyone who can stand up and continue fighting after being seriously injured like that must have a reason why he absolutely cannot lose!
However------
"You're not the only one." The werewolf young man clenched his weapon and grinned: "Defeating you here may seem ruthless, but I won't sympathize with you. I also have a wish that must be fulfilled. You must find me."
Son!"
Yes, Bediwell also has a reason why he absolutely cannot lose. Bediwell is not the only one who is willing to pay any price to achieve his or her wishes. Most of the candidates who came to participate in the round table trial this time are for
Chasing your dreams or struggling to achieve your wishes.
Everyone risked everything they had.
"If you want to realize your wish, face me with the consciousness of death!" The werewolf young man shouted: "I will also defeat you with the consciousness of death!"
"Then let's fight to the death again!" Gladiator Bereld sneered and rushed towards the werewolf youth.
The crazy fight between the two begins again, and what determines the outcome is no longer superficial values such as skill and physical strength.
What really determines victory or defeat is persistence.