A person's life can have countless ways of living and countless achievements.
Some people muddle along, making money to make ends meet, working to make money, working hard to work, and spending all their youth.
Decades later, when they grew old and lay dying in hospital beds, they lamented their ordinary lives of inaction.
There are also some people who are keen on pursuing power and profit, and are addicted to the huge battle for power. They spend all their energy and sacrifice everything, but what they get are only superficial benefits. They can deceive themselves, thinking that they have rights and benefits, and live their whole life.
Very happy. But how long can this self-deception last?
There are also some people who are pursuing the so-called great cause. They work tirelessly like ants and make countless contributions to the world in their lifetime. They may be praised as great men by the world, or they may be famous in the annals of history.
But what exactly is "great deeds"?
After all, the great achievements of a civilization, a race, and an era only exist in this short period of time, like a flash in the pan and fleeting like a river.
Even humans themselves are just a speck of dust in the endless universe, and the civilization they created is insignificant.
In the distant future, when not even human beings, not even civilization, not even the earth, the mother planet of mankind, cease to exist, how can the "great achievements" recorded in the annals of history be even mentioned?
Is it worth spending a lifetime and sacrificing all happiness just to pursue this kind of "great cause" as small as dust?
When people realize their own insignificance, they are first qualified to pursue great achievements.
Human greatness should not be limited to form, superficiality, and rigidity in other people's opinions. What is more important is how you view it.
If you can't even convince yourself, then this great achievement will be insignificant.
Only great deeds that you can accept, believe in with sincerity, and embrace without regrets are the real great deeds and real achievements.
----------At least, that's what the great king known to the world, Arthur D. Pantorakon, thinks.
King Arthur never cared about what the world thought of him, even though he had long been recognized by the world as a great king.
The great achievements he wants to pursue are not limited to this, nor does he need the recognition of others to be considered great.
In order to allow himself to accept that greatness, he is relentlessly pursuing everything he can achieve [the limit].
As [Iron Mask No. 9], participating in dark American football games is just one of the ways for him to pursue his limits.
And he, who had almost no rivals in this field, met his [strong rival] for the first time in his life.
For the first time in his life, he felt this way. He felt that only by defeating the young tiger man in front of him, Albert, could he find the [greatness] that convinced him for the first time.
Only by accomplishing this can he give up the sport without reservation, be liberated from the identity of "Iron Mask No. 9", and retire forever.
Therefore, this last grapple, although extremely simple, took all the strength of Man in the Iron Mask No. 9.
------It is no exaggeration to say that he has bet his entire career on this one blow!
That was the only time in his life that he made a big gamble with all his strength!
(It has to be this way to be interesting.)
The right palm bone was broken, and the left arm bone was broken. With the realization that both hands were broken, Iron Mask No. 9 used a grapple on Albert and knocked the tiger man down from behind!
He controlled the strength of the attack exquisitely. On the one hand, the force of the grapple was enough to bring down the young tiger man whose balance had collapsed. On the other hand, he ensured that the fallen young tiger man would not lean forward too much and get closer.
The bottom line of the British Knights' position!
That's right, it was just a "cleverly controlled grapple", nothing fancy.
But when both sides were exhausted and covered in scars, in the end, the simplest competition was the key to victory or defeat.
(You must summon another clone to support you, you can’t just fall down!)
Albert thought this way, but found that he had fallen forward at an angle of sixty degrees, and his knees were only half an inch from the ground! It was too late to summon the clone. Even if he used the clone as a backing, he would still go forward.
If he continues to fall a short distance, his knees will definitely hit the ground first!
(If defense fails, then ------)
It was just a thought in a ten thousandth of a second, but it was also a breakthrough reversal of thinking. The tiger man youth did not make a gesture to prevent himself from falling, nor did he try to restore the balance of his body, because he knew that all this was impossible.
It's too late, no matter how hard you struggle, you can't resist the grasp of Man in the Iron Mask No. 9!
So, a clone appeared behind Albert and King Arthur, and kicked the Iron Mask No. 9 from behind!
(It’s inevitable to fall down anyway, so let’s fall down! But before falling down, let’s fly out for a short distance!)
Because of the kick from Albert's clone, the two people hugging each other flew out! And Albert's original body also lifted the ball in his arms, held it in his hand and stretched it forward as much as possible, trying to
Before he landed, he let the ball cross the bottom line of the British Knights' position!
(Waiting for you right here!) But this was also part of Iron Mask Man No. 9’s calculations. From the beginning, he anticipated that Albert might turn from defense to offense and tried to cross the line in this way! He
Suddenly he freed up his right hand and used his badly damaged hand to hit the ball held in Albert's palm! Slap it from behind!
There was a muffled sound, and the ball almost flew out of the tiger man's arms, but it didn't!
There is a looming tiger paw holding the ball from the bottom, preventing this critical moment from flying off!
That was Albert's hand, or to be more precise, it was the hand of Albert's clone! However, no clone appeared under Albert's body. There was no space and no time for the clone to appear. Only this
A hand appears!
------That is, corresponding to Albert's new understanding of [Partial Divine Hiddenness], [Partial Avatar]!
In the most urgent situation, the tiger man youth could not even summon the entire clone, but summoned an arm of his own clone.
It is just a weird arm floating in mid-air. It has no support point and no source of power. It can disappear at any time by itself. It is an extremely unstable [existence], but it barely supports the person who was supposed to be beaten from below.
Falling ball!
(Really? Lost to a strange move I had never seen before.)
The moment the blow failed, Iron Mask Man No. 9 sighed in his heart. If King Arthur's hand was not injured, even if the force of the blow were a little bit stronger, the clone arm would not be able to succeed.
There are no accidents in this world, everything is inevitable.
Without Albert's series of desperate attacks, there would be no Iron Masked Man No. 9 trying to stop his opponent despite being injured. If Iron Masked Man No. 9 had not been injured, he would have been able to stop Albert here.
Te's final attack brought the game to a perfect end.
All of these are [causes] and [effects] created by the previous accumulation.
Not just because he was "injured", he lost completely. He used everything he could to compete with his opponent, but in the end he lost to his opponent's strange moves, his own fragility, and also lost.
Under the opponent's undefeated fighting spirit.
------In this case, there is nothing to complain about.
It was a really enjoyable battle with no regrets!
Boom! ------At the end of a series of fierce battles, the two fell together.
The ball held in Albert's hand landed on the bottom line of the British Cavaliers' position in a pressing manner, with only a slight difference!
"...Touchdown!" The referee looked at the bottom line and was stunned for half a second before making an accurate decision. He blew the whistle loudly: "Two points! 22:21, Sandstorm Sphinx leads!"
In the last two minutes of the game, in the last bonus game of the Sphinx, they actually used the most difficult touchdown method to make a huge comeback and overtake the British Knights by a slim one point!
"That's great..." After hearing the referee's announcement, the tiger man's nerves, which had been tense for a long time, finally relaxed.
Then, as if his body and mind were completely burned out, his vision went dark and he fell unconscious.
"Your Majesty...Iron Mask No. 9..." Persiva, the defender of the British Knights, came over to check the situation. He was so distracted that he almost spilled the beans.
"Ah, I was completely tricked." King Arthur climbed up calmly. The injuries on both arms looked terrible. But as long as he went back to the rest area and touched his scabbard, this injury was nothing.
"But it doesn't matter, we still have time." He looked at the scoreboard and said. There are only two minutes left in the game. It is estimated that it will be difficult to reverse.
But it's not impossible.
Turning the impossible into possible has always been the [specialty] of King Arthur.
"Is he okay?" In the rest area of the Sphinx team, the cat-man boy Mutt, who had a bandage on his head, looked worriedly at the tiger-man boy Albert who was being carried off on a stretcher.
"He just exhausted his strength and fell asleep." Quarterback Siroma replied: "He did everything he could do, let him have a good rest now."
"But..." Mutt looked at the scoreboard outside the court worriedly.
In the last two minutes, it was a very desperate number for the British Knights, who had to overtake to win. But this number was equally dangerous for the Sphinx, and Mutter could predict the crazy counterattack of the British team.
Albert has fallen, and there are only a few people who can protect the Sphinx team. And King Arthur of the Great Britain team...that monster-like energetic guy took a rest on the rest area.
, and he immediately returned to the court alive and kicking.
------Monster, real monster!
Is it really possible to stop this kind of monster from going crazy?
"How is your head injury? Can you play?" Hiloma asked tentatively, as if he had read Mutter's thoughts.
"I will play." The cat boy rubbed his forehead and nodded. Although his helmet was damaged just now, only a few fragments actually cut the flesh of his forehead. The injury was not as serious as it looked. Although he was also injured
A little concussion, but not enough to affect his movements.
If you don't play the game because of this injury and don't try your best, how can you face Albert who has exhausted everything and fell into a coma?
"Very good. Let's get ready when we can play. This is our last battle." Hiloma said without emotion: "No matter what the cost, we must block the last wave of attack from the Great Britain team."