The whistle sounded on the court, the timeout time had passed, and the game started again.
"Is this so fast?" Albert gulped down the half-drunk Coke quickly, and then let out a long and inelegant burp: "Is the pause really two minutes long? I don't even have a soda yet.
After drinking——"
"You drank too slowly." Hiloma said disapprovingly, waving to her teammates. The Sphynx players put down their soda bottles and gathered on the court.
"Is the injury on your hand okay?" Albert asked Mutt.
"It's okay." The cat boy moved his arms. The previous muscle strain seemed to be no longer a problem, but he still wrapped bandages on his arms. Although the special bandage was only a thin layer, it had a pain-relieving effect.
Even if Mutt needs to extend his arm again during the game, these bandages will break in time and will not hinder the cat-man boy's movements.
"Crystal..." Albert saw something between the gaps in the bandage. Some fine crystals were exposed from the skin under the hair of Mutt's arm, shining vaguely in the sunlight.
"Ah, don't look!" The cat boy immediately covered his arms and ran towards the court as if he was running away.
Albert's expression became solemn. Mutt was increasingly eroded by the abyss.
The last twenty yards. Albert looked up at the scoreboard on the court. The second quarter of the game was almost over. It would be great if he could advance these twenty yards before the end of the first half. Now let’s work hard.
Once you finish what you need to do and lead by 14 points, the game will be much easier in the second half.
...Although this is just idealism. The big lead of the Sphinx team does not seem to put much mental pressure on the players of the South African team. Or maybe the players of the South African Saints team have no emotional ups and downs at all.
Yes, they were all expressionless, as if they were puppets.
It's really boring to play against a guy like this. It's even a bit creepy.
"The tactics haven't changed, I'll let you run the formation." When they were discussing tactics together, Hiloma said to Albert, "Just do your best. Others will cover you."
Albert nodded. The referee had already blown the whistle to urge the Sphinx team to start the game quickly. They obviously had at least forty seconds to discuss tactics as a team, but Hiloma only said a few words, not even the specifics.
They were urged to start the game before they even had time to explain the tactics. I wonder if the referee was bribed by the South African team again.
It was useless to care about this. Albert took a stance at his position and prepared to run.
Kick-off! The ball was passed from Gusta's hand to Hiloma's hand, and then passed to Albert's arms in an instant. As soon as he hugged the ball tightly, Albert felt that his body was covered with heavy pressure. That damn thing
The mysterious power is activated again.
"Roar!" Gusta roared, providing cover for Albert. The mysterious power was immediately transferred away from Albert and fell on Gusta. The tiger-man youth quickly ran out.
, using the method of running backwards to move forward. After repeated practice many times, Albert was able to run backwards very skillfully, and his pace also greatly accelerated, reaching more than five yards in half a second!
Gusta's war cry should have some remaining power, and it only lasted for about a second. As the roar faded, Albert twisted his waist and started running, before the mysterious power fell on him again.
Just activated [Shenyin], and the whole movement was silky and smooth!
During the activation of [Shenyin], no one could see or feel him, and the mysterious power naturally had no way to interfere with his actions. All he had to do was sprint to the bottom line of the South African team's position as quickly as possible! The distance from the South African team's
There are still thirteen yards to the bottom line of the position by visual inspection. If you can concentrate and rely on Shenyin's ability to finish it in one go, it would be the best!
Hurry up! You must hurry up——
Boom! He had only rushed out about five yards, and that mysterious power pressed on Albert again! His divine concealment suddenly ended at some point! Strange! Could it be that the duration of divine concealment has become shorter? Shouldn't it?
!
Oops! Albert was unable to move under the heavy pressure and almost fell down. Even if he sprinted forward a short distance, couldn't he do it? The mysterious power was very powerful, as if there were ten thousand tons of it.
The gravity was pressing down on Albert's whole body. This was not something that could be resisted by human strength alone, not to mention that Albert himself was not a strongman.
If you want to continue to advance, you can only create a clone behind yourself and use the clone to knock yourself away. But this action is too dangerous. Albert has used it before and is still scared. He doesn't want to take such a risk!
Just fall down like this, waiting for the next opportunity to attack? However, Mr. Gusta's vocal cords will continue to be damaged——
Wait, maybe there is another way——
"Uh ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!" The tiger man pushed forward forcefully, using all his strength, roaring and moving forward. He still wanted to use brute force to fight against the mysterious power.
He felt that he shouldn't give in so easily. His knees screamed in an effort to resist the heavy pressure, and all the joints in his body were creaking!
"I won't-" He gritted his teeth and pushed forward.
"That's enough, stop!" Mutt shouted from the side, worried that Albert would be injured.
(I won’t admit defeat!)
Continuously transcending everything and turning the impossible into possible is the destiny of those who transcend.
The pressure rapidly increased during his stubborn resistance, and became close to infinite, trying to suppress the tenacious tiger man youth to the ground! However, he did not admit defeat, did not fall, and used all his strength to resist.
Regardless of whether he would be injured, instinct and intuition drove Albert to do this. It seemed that as long as he persisted, he would succeed.
——The pressure is approaching the critical point! Even the grass on the ground is pressed to the ground like a piece of paper! A blind person can see that the space around Albert's body is very abnormal!
If he continues to pressurize, he may be crushed and turned into a pulp! The situation has become too dangerous, but Albert has no intention of giving up!
Snap! Something that was extremely tight broke! The moment he broke through the critical point, the tens of thousands of tons of pressure on him suddenly disappeared. What followed was an incomparable relief!
Albert almost thought he had been crushed, turned into a pulp and died on the spot, and then felt no pain.
But that was not the case. He was running. Even though he was stunned and stopped thinking at that moment, his body knew what to do and he was running with the ball.
He didn't even know what was going on. The mysterious force did not press him to the ground, nor did it continue to catch up with him or entangle him, but allowed Albert to run away.
The finish line was right in front of him. He subconsciously flew forward, fell to the ground, let the ball touch the ground, and successfully scored a touchdown!
"Uh?" The referee was stunned and seemed unable to understand the situation in front of him. But he did see Albert holding the ball and falling to the bottom line of the South African Saints' position. It was an undeniable successful touchdown, so the referee
The whistle was blown: "Touchdown! 13:0, the Sphinx takes the lead!"
The audience outside the field started shouting and applauded thunderously. In the past, the moment Albert scored a touchdown, he would attract the attention of the whole audience, and the whole world would cheer. But this time the cheers came about a second late.
, this one second delay is simply confusing.
"What happened?" Albert stood up and asked quickly.
"You...there are two of you. One stayed in place, and the other turned into a phantom and rushed out, disappeared for a few seconds, and then scored a touchdown." Mutt explained: "Sorry, I didn't know I saw it."
What. Is this a new move?"
"I don't know either..." Albert looked at the place where he was intercepted by the mysterious force just now. Mutt was right, there was indeed another Albert staying there, and he has not completely disappeared now.
, but fell to the ground and turned into a vague afterimage, and finally became transparent and faded, completely disappearing without a trace.
It should be Albert's clone technique, but he himself has no impression of using the clone technique. And the clone technique is not originally used in this way. Even Albert himself is confused about what happened.
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They were still confused, and the reward session after the touchdown was completed. Kicker Moussa Hill successfully scored and scored another point for the Sphinx. The score was 14:0, Sphinx.
With two touchdowns and bonus points, the Knicks took the lead by two rounds.
At this moment, the first half of the game ended and it was time to enter the intermission. The audience, whose throats were dry from cheering and shouting outside the stadium, began to drink soda.
"The moves have evolved." Quarterback Hiloma said as Albert walked off the field.
"evolution?"
"The move just now was obviously not [Sandstorm Magic], nor was it [Clone Technique]. It was [something else]." Shiloma instructed: "Remember the feeling at that moment. Maybe we can finally
Seized the key to victory in this game."
"Quick!" He turned around and asked Redlich: "Can the video of the game just now be retrieved? It's okay if it's just that moment. Let him watch it for himself. Maybe he can find some clues."
"It's already being done." The fox-wolf man used a small walkie-talkie to talk to the staff outside the venue.
At the same time, in a VIP box in the stadium.
"Where are you? Come back, we are losing." The president of South Africa was communicating with someone through the communicator.
"I'm *rustling* in my research institute. I'm looking for my spare holographic projection device." The voice of Set, the jackal, came from the other end of the intercom. The communication was very unstable, covered by various electronic noises and delays.
There were also occasional clashing sounds like rummaging through boxes and cabinets: "This place has been completely destroyed. They actually know this place. It's unbelievable."
"How is that possible? There are no guards in your research institute?"
"Today's trip *shashasha* transferred most of the people. The remaining *shashasha* were killed by their people. This was a premeditated *shashasha* attack. I was careless."