"What do you mean?" After listening to Mutt's analysis, Albert immediately showed a puzzled look:
"Aren't the two battles the same, meow? Wasn't my memory washed away by the abyss after my defeat, meow? Why was he able to hit me with his fists in the first battle, but not the second?"
"Yes, it's logically impossible. In both battles, you challenged Hercules without any preparation. In every battle, you have to face an unknown opponent." Mutt rubbed.
Rubbing shoulders: "But I thought of one thing. The abyss may not be able to completely erase your memory, it just erases the surface memory. And some deeper things... such as conditioned reflexes, muscle memory, etc., are still
was preserved."
The tiger man tilted his head: "What do you mean?"
"Conditional reflexes. That is, well, for example, you fought him with high intensity in the first battle and got used to his attack movements. In the second battle, although you have no memory of the previous battle, you still know every one of his moves.
How to dodge attacks." Mutt explained with difficulty: "It is because of this that it is difficult for him to hit you with short-range weapons such as fists, and he uses longer weapons instead."
The cat boy continued to flip through the pages on his phone, "The third battle, the fourth battle...after that, he used sharp blades to cut off your body, or pierce your body. There is no longer a case of blowing your head off with a punch."
That kind of operation."
"Hmm..." Albert looked at his "corpse" in the picture and nodded (but he felt like vomiting in his heart).
But Mutt was right. The further into the battle, the less damage Albert's "corpse" suffered. As of the last picture, that is, after the end of Albert's last battle.
In the "corpse" photo, there are almost no other injuries on Albert's body, except that his head was chopped off.
However, the knife was very clean and sharp, and the incision on the neck was as smooth as a mirror. Hercules was still very ruthless. At that time, Albert was probably attacked from behind by Hercules without any other injuries.
Then he was killed instantly.
It seems that there is still a long way to go to defeat Hercules. Maybe he won't be able to win in the short term. Just like what Hercules said before, Albert may not be able to do it even if he practices for a thousand years.
Defeat him.
"Muscle memory..." Gusta, the tiger man who was watching from the sidelines, suddenly said: "Ah! That friendly match with the French Roosters two years ago."
"Yes, that's the one." Mutt nodded and replied: "The interceptor of the French team has caused me a lot of trouble. He runs fast, jumps high, and his reaction ability is better than mine. That guy
I can’t get the ball in my hands at all.”
Albert frowned, he was talking about American football.
"In the end, you defeated him by relying on the conditioned reflex accumulated from repeated failures." Gusta said: "Sure enough, what Captain Hiloma said is right. As long as you keep challenging, you can always get used to your opponent's actions."
"But we still lost to the French team in the end. Fortunately it was just a friendly match without scoring, hahaha." Mutter laughed a few times and then stopped. There was a sense of loneliness in the awkward air.
"...In short, that's it. If you challenge the same opponent continuously, you will eventually get used to the opponent's movements and form a conditioned reflex and muscle memory. In this way, as long as the opponent raises his hand to attack, you will know where to go.
Directional dodge. Relying on this, you can gain an advantageous position in the battle."
"It's really going to go well..." Albert said in a long tone.
"I think it's worth a try." said the cat boy, and then proposed a diabolical plan: "Do you dare... to [die] hundreds of times in front of Hercules?"
The tiger man's brows furrowed even deeper: "What do you mean?"
"That's what it means literally." The cat boy replied: "But you may suffer pain worse than death... Can you rest for a day first?"
Albert could somewhat predict how terrifying Mutt's plan would be...so he compromised. He also needed to be mentally prepared.
The next day, Albert, Mutt, and Gusta walked to the front door of the Abyss Colosseum.
"Are you ready to challenge again?" The black figure representing the abyss greeted everyone at the door: "There is a lot of time left, why don't we take a break?"
"No need." The tiger man young man said in an understatement and touched his neck subconsciously. The pain of being beheaded still remained on his neck, but after a night's rest, the pain had faded a lot. This morning, the abyss also sent medicine and
Other supplies also included powerful painkillers. But Albert didn't take them... he didn't need to take them yet.
"Ask a question." Albert asked before entering the arena: "You said that I [will never die in the arena], right? Meow? Then what if I am not in the arena, but suffer outside the arena?"
What about fatal injuries?"
"You may have understood something wrong, Mr. Albert." The black tiger shadow said: "Strictly speaking, the terms say [you will never die due to a battle in the arena]. So no matter whether it is death or
Whether you die in the arena or outside the arena, it will never happen. You are our important...customer. We will not let you die so easily. Please don't worry."
Indeed, what Abyss wants to get from Albert is the key to the [extraordinary truth] - Albert's body. They cannot simply let Albert's body "die", or
It is "disappear".
Once you know this feature, you can safely take advantage of it.
That is... Mutt's pretty crazy plan.
Albert's true form did not enter the arena, but instead transformed into a clone and let that clone walk into the arena.
"...Mr. Albert?" The black shadow representing the abyss saw this and immediately asked: "What are you doing?"
"It's a duel." Albert said: "There is a rule that I must let myself do the duel. I can't send my clone to do the duel. Meow?"
The other party was stunned for a second: "No. No."
"That's fine, why not meow? Anyway, if my clone is defeated, the memory of the battle will be erased, right?"
"Yes." The other party replied: "So it is meaningless for you to do this. It will only increase the damage."
"Whether it makes sense or not, it's up to me to decide." The tiger man young man said. In fact, it was useless for the other party to stop him. His clone had already entered the arena.
In the arena, Hercules looked at Albert who walked in, and didn't see anything strange at all. Albert's clone was almost a perfect copy of his original self, coming from another parallel world, a specious one.
An Albert. There is naturally not much difference between them, at least it is difficult to see with the naked eye.
"Are you challenging me again? That's fine." Hercules picked up the weapon: "It's just [killing] you again, no big deal. You can't beat me if you challenge me ten thousand times, why don't you understand?"
Ten minutes later, the "remains" of Albert's clone were sent out of the arena. Sure enough, he was still defeated. Moreover, he was struck through the heart by a sharp blade.
Albert looked at his "remains" blankly, and could almost feel the pain from the clone. However, the clone was frozen in time just before death, and was in a state of dying but not yet dead.
As long as Albert does not remove this clone, the injuries on it will not be returned to Albert.
"Are you ready?" Mutt asked in a low voice.
The tiger man gulped, "No, there's nothing to be afraid of..."
He transformed into another clone again.
"Weird idea..." The black shadow who spoke for the abyss watched what Albert did the whole time, but did not understand what the tiger man wanted to do.
Another clone of Albert walked into the Abyss Arena again.
"Huh? Here we go again?" Hercules, who had just "beaten" Albert to death, couldn't help but be a little shocked when he saw Albert walking into the arena again: "You can't do it so quickly."
Repair the wounds on your body...Ah! Is it a clone?"
"I have no obligation to answer you." Albert's clone picked up the weapon and prepared to challenge his opponent.
"Instead of transforming into clones to fight me during the battle, you transformed into clones before the battle started and sent them into this arena one by one?" Hercules immediately saw through Albert's plan.
Plan," but what's the point of doing this?
As long as your clone is released, the injuries will be returned to your original body intact, right? As long as you are defeated, the memory of the battle will be erased when you leave this arena, right?
You can't retain anything, you can't achieve anything, you can't experience anything, you just get beaten for nothing and only increase the pain.
——What’s the point of doing this?
"
The question he asked was the same as that of the black shadow representing the abyss.
"Whether it makes sense or not, it's up to me to decide." Albert's clone replied again.
About fifteen minutes later, the "body" of Albert's clone was sent out of the arena.
"...The wounds have increased." Albert looked at his clone and groaned. This time the "body" was almost cut in half, and there were several deep cuts on his arms and legs. Maybe they
Hercules' behavior angered Hercules, and the ancient warrior struck harder this time.
"Leave him alone. Next one," Mutt said ruthlessly, "You can do it, right?"
"Just dying a few more times can scare me, meow." The tiger man hummed, and then he transformed into another clone and challenged Hercules.
"It's really endless." The ancient warriors in the arena saw another clone coming, and couldn't help but wonder: "You think that if you repeat meaningless things dozens or hundreds of times, you will be given meaning? This
It’s... very consistent with the tiny thoughts of tiny creatures like you."
"Small creatures also have their own reserve." The tiger man replied: "You big guys won't understand."
"You don't think that this kind of wheel battle can consume my physical strength and finally let you defeat me who is tired, right?" Hercules looked at Albert's clone expressionlessly: "My combat uniform does not have any biological characteristics.
You can feel fatigue. I have been fighting on the battlefield for several months, and its function has not been worn out at all. You think you can defeat me by relying on fatigue tactics, but you are thinking too much."
"Stop talking nonsense. Let's start the fight." Albert's clone raised the Luna Steel Scimitar and rushed towards Hercules.