Amidst the biting cold wind in the snowfields of Western Siberia, the competition between two big boys began.
Of course, what they were holding was the Holy Spirit - the wooden sword transformed from the cabin in the forest. It was a training wooden sword that would break instantly if it hit the opponent's body. They could swing it as much as they wanted without worrying about hurting the opponent.
Albert, who was proud of his swordsmanship, was confident and planned to severely repair Bedivere to dampen the arrogant werewolf's spirit.
But he will soon realize that his idea is too naive.
"Then------" Bedivere easily dodged Albert's blow, then gently slashed it with his sword and hit the tiger on the head: "Congratulations, you died for the twentieth time.
."
"Ouch!" The tiger was stunned for a while. Although the wooden sword broke and disappeared the moment it hit him, the strength and angle of the blow were just right, giving Albert a considerable concussion.
This was a big blow to the young tiger man! His legs softened and he knelt down in the snow to catch his breath.
"Ugh...why meow...why can't meow always hit you!?" Albert muttered unconvincedly: "Obviously I should be stronger in swordsmanship.
....."
"Of course, idiot." Bedivere said with a smile: "I know you have been using various swords to hunt Warcraft for seven years, and your swordsmanship must be very good. But that was developed by the Warcraft Hunter Organization and is used [for fighting against monsters].
Swordsmanship------may be useful for hunting down those monsters that have no brains and only act on wild intuition; however, [fighting against people] is another matter. You should
You don’t expect me to have the same size and mobility as the monsters, do you? You don’t think that I am as brainless as those monsters and only know how to act intuitively?”
"Damn it!" The tiger vented his anger and grabbed a handful of snow and squeezed it tightly.
Although he was unwilling to admit it, Bedivere's analysis was not wrong at all. Although Albert's swordsmanship was sharp and powerful, his routines were too simple, and the trajectory of his moves would be easily seen through. Those sword moves with big ups and downs, use
It is indeed very effective to deal with Warcraft, but it is useless against people, especially against guys like Bedivere who are agile and flexible in thinking. Werewolves are like catkins in the wind, but how fast and violent Albert swings his sword.
, Bedivere can easily dodge! Every attack of the tiger is foreseen. Even if there are occasional unforeseen moves, Bedivere, who reacts quickly, can dodge the attack with his super reaction ability!
If this continues, let alone a hundred battles, it is impossible to even touch a single wolf hair of Bedivere in thousands of battles.
But the tiger just refused to give up. He got up again: "Damn it------I haven't lost yet! Come again!!"
"You're a guy who doesn't learn lessons." Bedivere said with a contemptuous smile, and raised his sword. As if he was letting go of water, the werewolf's leisurely and comfortable posture with the sword left flaws all over his body.
Of course, there can be no flaws in Bedivere, all this is an illusion put on by the werewolf.
Albert raised his sword and attacked without saying a word. The moment he was about to swing the sword, he raised his other hand that was not holding the sword!
Sand! The white snow in his hand flew out and threw it towards his opponent's face! It was the handful of snow that Albert had secretly grabbed when he knelt on the ground just now! Being smart, he knew that there was no chance of a frontal attack.
In order to hit the werewolf, I resorted to this heresy, thinking that this would be enough to make a sneak attack------
"Too naive!" But the werewolf easily dodged the oncoming snowflakes and raised his sword to attack! He already knew the trajectory of Albert's next attack. Even if there were snowflakes blocking his vision, there was no difference at all!
Plop! Two wooden swords collided together, but the werewolf used the tip of the sword to attack Albert's sword body. The tip of the wooden sword was more powerful than the sword body, and Albert's sword was naturally broken! Tiger
He was so shocked that he had no time to retract his momentum from sprinting forward, and his shoulder hit the tip of Bedivere's sword!
"Woo!" The collision made Albert's eyes flash with stars. The air in his lungs was exhausted by the impact, and he flew back several yards and fell heavily on the snow!
"Oops!" Bediwell knew that he had struck too hard, and hurried over to check the tiger's injuries. There was a large bruise on the tiger's shoulder, and the blue-black color even faintly showed through the white tiger fur. It looked very serious. Fortunately, the tiger's shoulder was bruised.
The sword broke in time and disappeared without piercing Albert's shoulder.
The dizzy tiger slowly got up and said desperately: "Ouch... a sneak attack won't work either, meow..."
"The idea is very good, but the method is too naive." Bediwell chuckled: "I have faced opponents who are dozens and hundreds of times dirtier and more despicable than you, and I still won. This
How could a little trick work on me?"
Tiger frowned. Indeed, the gap in combat experience between them is too big, especially the combat experience against humans. Is there no way to win anymore?
Looking at Albert with a disappointed look on his face, the werewolf felt a sense of compassion. He took off his small iron plate pendant and threw it to Albert: "You are too weak, your actions are too easy to guess. Compare again.
You can't beat me in a hundred games. It makes me seem like I'm bullying you. If this continues, it's just a waste of time. Let's change the bet."
Tiger narrowed his eyes: "What kind of bet should I change?"
"You can read the tips in this iron sign and you can understand the essence of it. But once you read it, you can't stop. You need to try to hit me within ten attacks, otherwise, hehe-
-----" Bediwell used his bad brains and thought of a big punishment for Albert: "Otherwise, you will do all the housework for the next month, including cleaning, cooking, and...
Do laundry. Is that okay?"
"Why do you want to cook, meow? Your magic house can make food just by thinking..."
"But occasionally I still want to eat food cooked by others." The werewolf said with a ferocious smile: "Don't worry, I will use you as much as I can in the next month and I won't leave you idle."
Albert rolled his eyes at Bedivere: "Okay. I accept this bet...but I~~absolutely~~ don't wash your underwear, because it's too disgusting."
Bedivere sneered in response and watched Albert pick up the small iron sign from the ground.
Tiger couldn't wait to open the small iron plate, trying to find any clues that could help him defeat his opponent.
And there were only two lines of small words hidden in the interlayer of the small iron plate:
Abandon the rules and keep the true meaning;
There is nothing new under the sun.
After reading it, Albert frowned deeply.
(Can't understand it at all.)
(What does this mean?)
"Don't you understand?" Bedivere raised his sword and sneered: "It's a pity that I won't tell you the answer. You need to understand it yourself."
"And I won't give you time to slowly understand it!" Before Albert could react, Bedivere gave Tiger a blow with a sword, which made Tiger's eyes flash with stars: "Win first!"
We have nine games left!"
"Ouch!" Tiger reluctantly took a few steps back: "What a despicable guy!"
"You can't escape or hide. You will take care of all the housework this month!" Bedivere continued to attack with his sword, and his attack was even more fierce than before!
Albert had no choice but to block with his sword, avoiding the fierce attack of the werewolf first! Fortunately, the wooden sword was made by the Holy Spirit - the cabin in the forest using magic. They would automatically break and disappear when they touched the human body, but the wooden sword and
Wooden swords will not break when they collide, and their sturdiness is still guaranteed to a certain extent.
Boom, boom, boom, boom! The two wooden swords collided violently, and the sound was quite harsh. Albert was beaten to the point where he was retreating, but he did not dare to fight back, fearing that his sword would be missed and his flaws would be exposed.
Defeated by Bediville!
However, he could not continue to defend like this. After all, the wooden sword in his hand was just a wooden sword, and it was constantly breaking and falling apart as he continued to block! In particular, the cunning Bediwell kept hitting repeatedly with his wooden sword.
Hitting a certain fixed part on Albert's wooden sword, while Bedivere's own wooden sword kept changing the hitting point! Although the material structure of the two wooden swords is exactly the same, if this continues,
Even Albert could clearly foresee that his sword would break before his opponent's!
Snap! Broken! The werewolf used the previous move again, stabbing straight with the wooden sword! The tip of its sword stabbed straight into Albert's wooden sword, which had become very fragile after being struck repeatedly for countless times.
Pressure was exerted on the vulnerable part in one breath! As a result, Bedivere's wooden sword instantly penetrated Albert's wooden sword and hit Albert's shoulder!
"Woo---" Before the tiger had time to scream, he was immediately knocked away by the powerful impact of the sword strike and landed heavily on the ground again!
His shoulder hurt terribly, and he was seized by a sense of paralysis! The damn werewolf not only used the same sword move to destroy the tiger's wooden sword, but also used the same technique to hit the same part of Albert's shoulder
!The old injuries were superimposed on this new injury, and Tiger’s left arm was temporarily unable to move freely!
"There are eight more times left," the werewolf reminded with a ferocious smile.
Albert shuddered suddenly, thinking of something.
(There is nothing new under the sun.)
(Nothing...new?)
Every strike of Bedivere's sword moves is different, and every strike is an impromptu and unpredictable move. Because of this, Albert has always suffered a disadvantage. He must spend all his energy to predict Bedivere's sword moves.
Deville's attack trajectories, and respond instantly based on these trajectories to block.
In terms of reaction speed alone, Albert is definitely not as good as the experienced Bedivere. Therefore, Tiger cannot defeat this opponent no matter what.
But...is that really the case?
He seems to have been ignoring something, something particularly important?
The tiger didn't have time to think too much. Looking at the oncoming werewolf, Albert could only hurriedly pick up the wooden sword on the ground and fight.
Bang! The collision of two wooden swords echoed on the icy tundra!