"Are you coming to challenge the second duel so soon?" The black tiger shadow representing the abyss blocked the main entrance of the arena and asked, "Don't you need to rest for a day or two and come back when you are fully prepared?"
"No. I've rested enough." Albert said: "And I was barely injured in the last battle. That little fight was not enough. I hope the next battle will be more interesting."
"
"I understand." The shadow stepped aside and said, "Then please come in, Mr. Albert."
"Can I ask a question?" The tiger man youth did not go directly into the arena, but stopped at the door and asked: "You said I [will never die in the arena], how did that happen?"
What? How did you do that?"
"It's very simple." The black tiger man's shadow replied: "Use the influence of [Abyss Time Boundary] to freeze your time just before you die in battle. In this way, no matter how destructive the attack is, it will
We can't let you disappear into ashes. No matter how serious the injury is, we can heal it in time. Then we will stop the battle and send you outside the arena for treatment."
"And no matter how serious the injury is, the medical cabin can repair it and revive me...that's what I mean." Albert groaned.
"Exactly. So please fight to your heart's content without worrying about life or death."
"Then let me ask you one more question," Albert stared at the tiger shadow and asked: "Why do you, the abyss, allow such excessive rules to exist? With such unfair rules, wouldn't I be invincible?
Meow? The ancient people wouldn’t object?”
"No. Even if you have [Immortality] in the arena, you are still not invincible. An unwinnable battle is unwinnable. If so, you will continue in a cycle of endless defeats, consuming more and more energy.
Come more and more time——"
"Then one month passed, and it was the victory of the ancient people." The tiger man young man replied: "Okay, it's very reasonable."
The other party didn't answer, just hummed lowly.
"But aren't you afraid of the delaying tactics used by the ancients? Just like last time?" Albert asked again: "What your abyssal forces are most afraid of is boredom. The kind the opponent uses in the arena."
It seems that the extremely boring delaying tactics are not what you want to see, right?"
"This matter is subject to discussion." The black shadow who spoke for the abyss said: "Tactics are tactics, just like combat, what exists is meaningful. No matter how dirty, despicable, or even boring, as long as it can repel the opponent...
Or at least make the opponent helpless, and it will be recognized. Because this is the crystallization of wisdom, proof of thinking, and maybe a better [information entropy] than dancing with a sword. And the abyss... is only interested in this [
entropy] is of interest."
So it was Albert's turn to pause. He knew that Abyss hated "boring", so he had been watching the duel between Albert and the ancients. But he did not expect that Abyss's definition of "boring" was different from that of "boring".
They are actually different in reality. Sure enough, the idea of the abyss is not something that normal people can understand and grasp. The abyss is synonymous with chaos and madness.
"Moreover," the black tiger man said again: "Isn't it interesting to see you blushing with anger at the opponent's delaying tactics and being helpless?"
Albert had a long face, left the guy behind, and walked into the Abyss Arena.
His opponent is already waiting in the arena.
"The creator race, the tracker, Ram Dan Padala, is here to ask for advice." The insectoid metal monster standing in front of Albert said.
Except for six pairs of thin wings like dragonflies, the black metal monster has a metal body as slender as a human woman, with beautiful curves, and has hands and feet. Except for the head, it is almost the same as a human being. The hands and feet
They are all sharp blades, which should be her main weapon. And the head is very weird, it looks like a completely inorganic metal rhombus, which makes people... confused.
"Albert Robert, a warrior of the Fierce Fang Clan and a monster hunter, is here to ask for advice." Albert also replied, adding at the same time: "I didn't expect that ancient people would come out to fight in this kind of posture. You are not
Look down on humans, the [slave race] you call meow?"
"What are you talking about?" Ram laughed, and the thin voice he made was indeed very similar to a woman's voice: "It's not that we are imitating them, but they are imitating us. [Slave race] Human beings are all based on us
The most basic parts of the creatures created from the prototype are naturally similar to the appearance of our distant ancestors. This is a combat outfit that I made after the appearance of my distant ancestors. Although there are some changes, it still retains the same
The most original beauty."
"You don't want to defeat me with that beauty, do you?"
"No, it's just the opposite." Ram smiled and said, "A battle that loses its beauty cannot be called a battle. Regardless of victory or defeat, I will pursue the beauty that I pursue. Or I will defeat you with this beautiful battle outfit.
Either you defeat me and let me keep this beauty and pass away. No matter what, it will be a magnificent battle!"
(She is crazy.)
"...the ancient people who slept in the abyss were a little crazy, meow?" Albert asked angrily: "Because they have been sleeping for too long, so they are stupid in sleep?"
——Or maybe, being contaminated by the madness of the abyss, you can no longer maintain your original self?
"Are you crazy?" The dragonfly-like woman continued to laugh, "Betting on your own life, betting on the fate of the entire tribe, and fighting with you, a child of the law enforcer race, maybe this is really crazy. If so, then
There is no cure for us. It is so desperate and crazy to lower oneself and do such foolish things in order to survive."
"So, we can't reconcile, meow?" Albert drew his weapon and asked, "Do we really have to fight to the death? Can't you just step back, continue to sleep, and let the people in our world go? Is it just that?
There is no other way to achieve coexistence, and one side always has to be sacrificed?"
"Unfortunately, there is no other way." Ram raised his right arm, and the sharp blade formed by the arm was pointed directly at the tiger youth: "Don't think that we haven't explored it, but if we haven't, we haven't. We, the creator race, are younger than you.
The race is much older and wiser. Even we can't find a way to coexist. Do you think you can find it? Don't make me laugh!"
She turned into a phantom in an instant and disappeared from Albert's sight.
As expected, Tracker Ram Dan Padala is a warrior who wins with speed. And her speed is faster than any ancient warrior Albert has ever seen, so much faster that when she moves When he got up, he left afterimages in mid-air. Albert couldn't capture Ram's true figure at all. Even if he observed carefully, all he saw were the afterimages of the opponent left in mid-air. It was like There are thousands of afterimages dancing around the tiger-man youth like phantoms, appearing and disappearing one by one, just like Albert's [Clone Technique]!
Boom! Albert sensed the danger behind him and suddenly raised his sword to block it with his backhand. The opponent's sword blade collided with his Luna Steel scimitar, sparks arose!
"Good intuition." Ram's voice almost filled the entire space, but it was not because she could clone herself, it was just because she moved very fast, and the sound source also moved at a high speed.
"However, intuition alone is not enough."
Two more storms hit, and Albert subconsciously moved his body, barely avoiding the two blows that were about to cut open his lower abdomen and thighs. However, the blade still drew two shallow blood marks on his body.
Ram's attack is actually very simple. He just rushes over at high speed and slashes Albert with his sword. It should be easy to see through. However, with such a simple attack paired with such an amazing speed, even an attack that is easy to see through becomes too easy. It's extremely difficult to dodge, because Albert's body can't keep up with that speed!
This is a bit troublesome. If Ram the Tracker's attack were several times more violent, Albert would probably be too exhausted to dodge so many attacks. Then he would suffer heavy losses.
He made a prompt decision and took out the Luna Steel shield. He even used some of the techniques to transform himself into four arms holding the shield, forming a shield formation that protected it from all sides.
"Huh?" Ram groaned, looking very surprised. She didn't know that Albert had such tactics. In this abyss fighting arena, the ancients were not allowed to watch the previous duels, so they appeared in the Abyss Arena. The ancient warriors in front of Albert didn't know what happened in the previous battles. This was probably the first time Ram had seen Albert use this kind of shield formation to protect himself.
"There is no beauty." Tracker Ram pointed: "Huddle behind your shield, like a coward. What a way to fight without beauty."
"You have the nerve to call me meow?" Albert complained: "In the last battle, your [Guardian Jean] also fought like this? It almost left me helpless!"
"That guy...that's why I can't get along with him." Ram snorted: "It's great that you can kill that kind of guy who has no aesthetic sense in fighting."
(It’s really crazy.)
"And now, you should be killed by me as soon as possible!"
Tracker Ram's offensive became even more fierce. Albert couldn't even see what was in the surrounding space. He could only see black tracks, and then countless attacks fell on the Luna Steel shield. The sound of ding-dong was endless. He could roughly judge from the sound that there might be at least ten consecutive attacks from Ram in one second, and they were coming from different directions. If there was no shield array to protect Albert, Tiger would The young man must have died hundreds of times.
No, he wouldn't die in this arena, I'm afraid he would just be cut into pieces hundreds of times and turned into fine pieces of meat... But that would definitely not be a pleasant experience!
Albert once again used partial disembodiment to create more arms. The arm held the frozen hand and thunder that Othello had given him before. He had copied at least twenty or thirty copies of that thing, from the gaps in the big shield.
It was thrown out, rolled out for about ten yards, and then exploded. For a while, the ground was filled with ice and snow, and the breath of frost filled the air.
Originally, Albert did not intend to use this move to deal with the opponent until the last one, because the ice fog would seriously affect his vision. However, the speed of the tracker Ram was so amazing, Albert was originally
Ram's figure cannot be tracked with the naked eye. In this case, it is meaningless whether the vision is affected. It is better to rely on frost to freeze the enemy, hoping that the speed of the tracker Ram can be slowed down somewhat!
"That's it." The other party's voice still echoed around, just like her afterimage that never stopped, filling the entire space: "Is this the way you used to defeat Gulianheer? That guy once
He claims to be more agile than anyone else, and no one can catch his shadow. However——"
Whoosh!——The sound of the air being torn apart gradually intensified.
"In terms of flight speed, I'm much faster than him!"
Ram's flight speed further accelerated. She flew so fast that her body made a sound like a storm when it rubbed against the air. It was so violent and so fast that her speed almost broke the sound barrier!