As a result, the exhausted Albert was kicked off the court.
"I know they plan to let Leo run the formation," Albert, who was sitting on the bench, squinted at Mutt next to him, "but they even kicked you off the court. What happened?"
Are you really confident that Leoport can win this round?"
"Don't get me wrong," the cat boy also looked at the tiger sideways: "They didn't drive me down, it was me who offered to come down, in order to keep an eye on you."
"So I still have to be watched closely by you?" Albert was slightly dissatisfied.
"Of course," Muters handed over a bottle of Photon Coke: "I'm afraid you'll run around without anything, I'm afraid you'll have a stomachache if you eat randomly, I'm afraid you'll be late for the next game because you go to the bathroom, and so on."
"Tsk." Albert didn't want to continue messing around with Mutt, so he changed the subject and said, "So are they serious? Next, Leoport is asked to run twenty-eight yards? With his physical strength, he can't run that much.
Far away?"
"Just take a closer look." Mutt said, as if he already knew the Sphinx's plan.
On the field, the Sphinx has kicked off again. The ball was passed twice from Gusta and finally reached the hands of the golden lion Leoport. Just like what Albert had encountered before,
As soon as Leoport received the ball, he was immediately suppressed by that mysterious and huge force.
Once things become like this, the Sphinx team has no other choice: either use Gusta's [War Cry] to divert the attention of the mysterious power at this moment; or directly let Leoport use [Sandstorm]
Divine Movement], that is, the ability of "virtualization", making him immune to the suppression of that mysterious power.
No matter which choice he made, there would be inevitable losses - either Gusta, who used the war cry, would be injured in his throat and eventually unable to continue speaking; or Leoport, whose physical strength was at the bottom, would continue to be exhausted and eventually collapse.
And Captain Hiloma’s plan was to sacrifice Leo first. Gusta did not use the battle cry, but Leoport directly used [Village]!
——Isn’t this too reckless? If Leo wants to run to the bottom line of the South African Saints’ position with the ball, he will have to run a total of twenty-eight yards? Let him use [Virtual] now and run from this distance.
?It’s too forced! It’s impossible to do it with Leoport’s physical strength! To put it bluntly, letting the half-dead Leoport run for more than ten yards while maintaining the [blur] is already the limit! Forcing him to run
Twenty-eight yards may directly kill him!
But--
To Albert's surprise, Leoport didn't rush out after using [Void], but stood still!
"What is he...doing?" Albert looked confused: "Finally used [Sandstorm Magic], but he didn't take the opportunity to move forward, but stood in a daze?"
"Why are you asking why?" The cat boy next to him asked back: "Didn't you use the same strategy just now?"
"ha?"
"The same goes for Leo's [Sandstorm Walk]. Running during the activation process will affect its duration, but if you stand still, it can last for a long time." Mutt replied: "I don't know the principle.
I understand, but that’s what it is.”
"Oh!" Albert suddenly realized that he had indeed used a similar strategy just now. His [Shenyin] also lasted longer when he stood still. He relied on this trick to deceive the blockade of the mysterious power.
——Although this little trick can only be used once.
Leoport's figure has become translucent and has entered the [Void] state. As long as he maintains the state of [Void], even the mysterious power cannot do anything with the Golden Lion. In order to maintain the [Void] for a longer period of time, the Lion Man
The young man didn't even take a step forward, he just stood there silently.
This is really the weirdest football game in the world. The running back who got the ball didn't actually run, but just stood there idle?
And Albert suddenly understood something. This was to consume the game time! He looked up at the scoreboard and saw that the remaining game time was twelve minutes. The Sphinx team was already leading. If it could be effectively
After these twelve minutes are used up, the Sphinx will win this game!
As long as Leoport maintains the effect of [Village], he is invincible. All blocks and attacks by his opponents will penetrate his body, making it impossible to catch the mist-like lion boy!
So despicable! But this is strategy! Dark American Football has always been a game that emphasizes strategy, so being despicable is just right!
"But if he doesn't move, it won't be a foul, meow?" Albert couldn't help but ask doubtfully.
"It is a foul if the center does not throw the ball for a long time. But the ball has been sent to the running back, and the running back just does not run. There seems to be no regulation prohibiting the running back holding the ball from not running, so where is the foul?"
Mutt said.
"Although you are right to say so..." A drop of sweat broke out on Albert's forehead, and he knew that the audience outside the venue must have had the same reaction as him. Seeing Leoport taking advantage of the rules like this, they must have
It's very depressing.
"But how long will this take? Are you really planning to keep it like this for twelve minutes until the game is over? Can you do it?"
"With Leo's physical strength, of course he can't do it." Mutt smiled bitterly: "Whether it's asking him to run twenty-eight yards, or asking him to maintain [virtualization] for twelve minutes, it's all very difficult. But his goal
Not this."
"...it gives me a chance to recover my strength, cat." Albert finally understood.
No wonder Albert was made to sit on the bench after the game. Sitting here with food and drink at the same time, his physical strength will naturally recover faster than standing on the field. Anyway, the goal of the Sphinx team is to make Leobert more
One minute is a minute, and they have no intention of running around. They naturally let Albert and Mutt leave the field to rest!
While running out of game time, it also allowed the team's key players to get a full rest off the court. This was a strategy that killed two birds with one stone. Albert swallowed his saliva. The only person who could think of such an extremely dirty tactic was probably
Shiloma must be a genius in the art of war!
"How long does it take for you to regain your strength?" Mutt asked after taking a sip of Coke.
"Soon." Albert also drank Coke vigorously and replied. His twenty clones were still in a half-asleep and semi-meditative state in the gymnasium lounge. The clones were resting there, which was equivalent to Albert.
He also got a rest here. Therefore, his physical recovery speed is twenty-one times that of a normal person. Even if Leoport stays on the court for five minutes, it is equivalent to Albert taking more than 1.5 hours of rest off the court.
!
"I understand. When you think it's almost done, I'll signal the court to stop." Mutt said, "You can't let Leo use his abilities to the limit, right."
Albert then smiled bitterly again, but Mutt pushed him over another bottle of Coke. He had just finished one bottle, and he really couldn't drink anymore: "If you are in a hurry..."
"You run so hard on the court and you lose all that water just by sweating. How could you be so anxious?" the cat boy complained.
"That's right." Albert drank another bottle of soda. He always felt that the flow of time was gradually slowing down. Why didn't people on the field seem to move as fast as before? He looked up at the people on the field.
The scoreboard also beats the seconds at an abnormally slow speed. Is there any stimulant or something in this coke? Is it really okay to drink this thing in your stomach?
(However, American football rules do not prohibit players from using drugs, and most stimulants are allowed.)
Forget it. The tiger-man young man drank up the soda in one breath. The soda was only sponsored by the Sphinx Consortium, but was sent from another supplier, and there were so many people drinking it in the audience.
There must be a powerful stimulant in this soda. It's just that he is overthinking it.
flash.
When he raised his head to drink the soda and check the time on the scoreboard, another light flashed in the sky. It was a flash in a very short time, but it was indeed there.
"Here we go again." Albert said, "Something flashed in the sky."
"In the sky?" Mutt then looked up to confirm, but couldn't see anything. The sky was still cloudless and clear, with not even a single seabird. How could there be a flash of light in the unusually clean sky?
"Are you dazzled?" Mutt snorted.
"No, I did see it, and I've seen it once before. This is the second time." Albert insisted: "I won't see it wrong twice in a row."
"Indeed. The cat boy also thought for a while: "The sky is unusually clean. There may be some mystery in it. Go back to Captain Hiloma to confirm."
Aswan is close to the Red Sea, and there is a huge reservoir next to the city. Seabirds will appear here. It is very unnatural to not see half a flying bird above the stadium. Of course, it cannot be ruled out that in order to prevent flying birds during the game
To interfere with the competition, the competition club has placed things like ultrasonic bombs to repel birds near the stadium. After all, it is an open-air stadium, and it is not a pleasant thing to have bird droppings falling from the sky while watching the competition.
"Okay," Albert got up, feeling that he had rested enough. Leoport, who was on the field, also continued to use [Virtualization] for five minutes, almost reaching the limit: "Let's take over from Leo."
Let’s work."
Mute then waved hello to the court. Hiloma also saw Mute's signal and quickly shouted for Leoport to stop. The lion-man boy took a few steps forward and stood in front of the South African team.
The guard watched eagerly but was helpless and sat down on the ground, and then he relaxed the [blurring] effect. The whole process was "invincible", and no one could touch him.
"First gear, Sandstorm Sphinx advances one yard!" the referee announced helplessly. Since Leo did not commit a foul, this was the only way to pronounce the decision.
There were boos outside the field. This was of course. The audience watched the golden lion Leo standing there motionless for five minutes, neither being intercepted nor taking the initiative to run. Although this is indeed a strategy, but,
Who would like to watch such a boring game?
"Hey hey hey." When Albert and Mutt came over, the lion boy couldn't help but look a little pale: "The delaying tactic went well."
"Thank you for your hard work, you should take a rest." Albert said, watching the medical staff carry the exhausted Leoport off the field.
Next, it’s time for Albert to run. There are still 27 yards left from the bottom line of the South African team (Leo Porter has almost never advanced). And the game time is only the last seven minutes. Even if there is no touchdown,
, as long as this time is used up, it will be a victory for the Sphinx team! The championship trophy is almost obtained! (To be continued)