Feeling that something was not right, Bediwell hurried to the deck of the Dawn to join Albert. There, besides Albert, there were several people waiting.
Needless to say, Mutt, who has been following Albert, was of course present. But why did Constantine also follow him? Isn’t there Arthur next to him? Although he is now wearing a mask to hide his identity, but
This guy was snickering uncontrollably. He really didn't know what he was planning.
"I can roughly guess why the doctor is here. But why are you here?" So Bedivere asked Arthur first.
"Don't ask me, I'm just here to join in the fun." The King of Knights replied slyly.
Bedivere also knew that it was impossible to ask Arthur why, so he turned to face Albert: "So Al, what do you want to do this time?"
"I'll challenge you to a duel, of course." The tiger man young man also replied bluntly.
"Seriously?"
"Seriously. Didn't I even call witnesses and doctors?" Albert glanced at Constantine and others next to him, and at the same time asked the young leopard man next to him: "Seglade,
The one I asked you to help me make before has been completed, nya?"
"Of course." It seemed that he had really made an appointment with Albert. Leopard took out two swords from his storage pocket. However, they were not open swords for actual combat, they were just blunt iron swords for training.
It is more like an iron rod than an iron sword, and the blade is also covered with a jelly-like misty white substance.
"It always feels different from what I imagined?" Albert complained.
"Of course. You said you were going to make a Luna steel-wood sword for training, but how could you possibly make that kind of thing? This is the replacement." Seglade replied, "The blade is wrapped with a layer of moon.
God's Silica Gel has been filled with red pigment. If you hit an opponent with the blade of this sword, the impact will be absorbed by the silicone and the opponent will not be injured. However, the pigment stored in the Luna Silicone will splash out, making it look like a real
The blood is the same, meow. It should be fair to judge the winner based on the area of paint stuck to the body, meow."
"That's fair," Albert hummed thoughtfully.
"You are not really planning to use this kind of thing to fight me, are you?" Bedivere wondered. Those two swords looked very playful, just like Albert's current actions.
"I originally planned to use a real sword to fight you, but I knew you would never agree, so I compromised." The tiger man replied: "Take it. Each person has one, and use this to attack the opponent."
.You can use all your skills and weapons to fight me, but the only one you can really use for attack is this training sword, and other skills and weapons are only used as auxiliary means. And I will do the same."
Bedivere frowned. Albert is really serious. Albert, who usually doesn't like to use his brain very much, actually arranged the plan for this reason. How could he not be serious?
"But why?" Bedivere asked calmly.
The tiger man put on a serious face: "In order to defeat you. In order to make you admit that I am a strong enough opponent. In this way, I can break free from your invisible shackles and do what I want to do."
"
"How come I have become your shackles?" the werewolf young man asked aggrievedly.
"Humph." Albert did not answer directly, but picked up the blunt iron sword for training given to him by Segrad with one hand, and threw the other iron sword for training to Bediwell with the other hand: "Stop talking nonsense."
.Let’s duel."
In fact, Bedivere also understands the truth, but this guy is too stubborn and keeps pretending not to understand. In this case, it is useless to talk more, just use force to make this stubborn stupid wolf surrender.
"Are you serious?" Bedivere subconsciously caught the training sword with one hand.
"The rules are very simple. Except for this training sword, no other attack methods can be used. The first person to hit the opponent ten times with this sword is the winner." Albert continued: "That's it.
Okay. Is there anything you want to add? Should I fight you on the deck like this, or should I change the venue?"
Bediwell frowned: "There are so many people on the deck, it would be bad if you accidentally injure others. Change the venue. I believe you have already prepared the venue?"
As if he had been waiting for Bedivere to say these words from the beginning, the Iron Masked Man No. 9 (King Arthur) on the side walked towards the transport boat with a smile: "Huhuhu. Come here, everyone."
Bedivere then took the initiative to follow him with an unhappy face, and got on the transport boat first with King Arthur. Before the others could catch up, the werewolf young man complained to the man in the iron mask in a low voice: "Why are you encouraging that stupid man?"
Tiger, do such stupid things?"
"I didn't encourage him. He made the request to Great Britain on his own initiative." The King of Knights said, "He wants to have a good duel with you one last time before leaving."
"What do you mean by leaving?"
"He wants to withdraw from it." King Arthur replied briefly: "Probably because the situation with the Warcraft Hunters is getting more and more serious, and he has no room to continue to participate, so he can only apply for withdrawal."
"That idiot" Bedivere groaned.
"However, why did he ask you for one last duel before he quit? Don't you have a clue in your own mind?" The King of Knights asked in turn.
Bedivere didn't answer.
"Huh. Anyway, you can't avoid this duel, so just have a good fight with him." King Arthur, who seemed to have seen through everything, said with a smile. This kind of mocking smile sometimes made Bedi
Will was very angry.
At this time, the crab man also jumped on the transport boat.
Bediwell said with a grimace: "Mr. Li also wants to come to watch the game?"
"It looks very interesting. I should be able to watch the battle, right?" Li Daoyuan replied enthusiastically.
"Of course. You are welcome to sit back and watch Bedivere make a fool of himself." King Arthur smiled.
"Why is it based on the premise that I will make a fool of myself? Bastard." Bedivere rolled his eyes at the man in the iron mask.
"Well, meow, I'll come as soon as I go." At this time, Albert also walked towards another small transport boat and turned to Mutt at the same time.
The cat boy had already taken a step forward and originally planned to follow him to watch the battle.
"No, you stay on the Dawn. It's safer here." Albert said.
"But"
"You stay on the Dawn. Please." Albert added with a serious face: "I will come back to pick you up after I win. I promise."
Mutt was stunned and stopped.
"You have to win." The cat boy whispered.
"Yeah." Albert responded briefly, turned around and left.
Regardless of whether he can win or not, Albert's duel will bring an end to his journey. He decided to do this not entirely because Albert did not have the energy and time to complete it, but because
He was tired of doing things he shouldn't do in a place he didn't belong to.
The leopard man Seglade also jumped on the transport boat to join in the fun. As if he was vaguely aware of something, even the musketeer Nat and the gunman Logan also followed.
"Hey, you guys," Albert said depressedly.
"Aren't the more witnesses to this duel the better?" Master Luo Gen said with a cheeky smile, "If you only have a few spectators to talk to, you two will be lonely, right?"
"No." A drop of sweat broke out on Albert's forehead, but he did not drive the idle theatergoers off the transport boat.
On the other side, there was Constantine riding in a transport boat with King Arthur and others. Of course, in order to take precautions, he went with him as a medical personnel. Before the transport boat took off, Bediwell jokingly picked up the
He gently hit King Arthur on the head with an iron sword, and the Luna silicone on the iron sword immediately seeped out red paint, leaving a mark on King Arthur's iron mask.
"What are you doing?" The knight king rolled his eyes at the werewolf young man.
"I just want to try to see if this thing can work properly." Bediwell stuck out his tongue and said, "Speaking of which, if the paint stains on clothes, can it be washed off?"
King Arthur wiped off the paint on the mask and glared at Bedivere, scaring the werewolf youth into quickly putting away the training sword.
The two transport boats also took off at this time, flying towards a giant stone pillar in the Red Sea Stone Pillar Forest.
As Bedivere expected, the "battlefield" prepared this time was also a giant stone pillar in the Stone Pillar Forest. It was very open, and it seemed a bit wasteful to only use it for a duel between two people.
"I'm asking you for the last time, isn't it possible for you to change your mind?" Bedivere jumped off the transport boat and asked Albert.
"No." Albert also jumped off the transport boat and replied decisively.
As soon as he landed on the ground, he was ready for battle. The Holy Spirit White Tiger had appeared behind him, and the sword in his hand was pointed directly at Bedivere: "I will defeat you here and then get out of it. I have had enough of this farce, and you are
The only reason that binds me to it. If I get rid of you, I will no longer be bound by this crap and can do what I want to do."
"Are you really so unwilling to participate in the Round Table Trials?" Bedivere sighed, "I originally thought you were quite suitable to be a Knight of the Round Table."
"Don't be ridiculous, who cares about that kind of thing!" Albert grinned and rushed towards Bedivere.
Although he was only holding a blunt sword for training, and the blade was even covered with soft Luna silicone, it would still hurt if he was hit hard by such a thing. Bedivere subconsciously raised his sword to block.
, the two training swords collided with each other.
Because the sword blade was wrapped with silica gel, a large amount of red pigment was absorbed inside the silica gel. When the sword blades collided with each other, the pigment inside was squeezed out. For a while, the red paint splashed everywhere, covering both of them.
yes.
"Oh, great!" Bedivere glanced at his red-stained shirt and groaned: "I hope the paint can really be washed off."
"What a shame!" Albert struck out another sword with his backhand and aimed it at Bedivere's head.