Just when the werewolf was extremely depressed, he subconsciously pulled out his photon whip and unfolded the photon blade on the steel whip.
Genius often lies in being able to come up with solutions to problems based on intuition alone.
The same goes for the genius of fighting.
Bedivere's original idea was to barely maintain the attack at a mid-range, neither far nor close, and use the super-speed attack of the whip to catch Ivan off guard.
Scratch! When he swung the whip towards Ivan, the half-dragon young man was startled, as if his mind had not noticed the trajectory of the whip. He leaned over in panic to avoid it, and the whip passed over his head and scratched Ivan.
of hair.
"You! ---" Ivan, who was crouching on the ground, showed a look of fear: "How did you hide the trajectory of the attack?"
Ivan's mental skills can't predict the trajectory of the whip?
The werewolf looked at the photon whip in his hand. The whip emitted a wonderful purple light. Although the whip had always looked like this, the werewolf was shocked to realize at this time that this photon whip did have its own special ability.
This whip was a trophy taken seven years ago from Sir Burridge the Infiltrator, a member of the Twilight Cult and a former Ranger of the Knights of the North.
At that time, Sir Burridge relied on the [Stealth Enchantment] on his whip to put Bedivere into a difficult battle.
Now it seems that this [Stealth Enchantment] can not only reduce the friction between the whip and the air, but also allow the whip to swing quietly and quickly, achieving an almost invisible effect;
It may also prevent the opponent from reading the attack trajectory of the whip with his mind's eye, making this completely invisible attack impossible to guard against!
Burridge is proficient in stealth assassination, and I am afraid that he has already used this invisible whip to assassinate many experts who are proficient in telepathy. Judging from Ivan's surprised face, there is absolutely nothing wrong with this!
This whip is much more precious than imagined!
Ivan discovered that Bedivere still had such a valuable treasure hidden in his body, and he couldn't help but become more wary.
He took off his glasses and let his eagle eyes operate at full power!
"You will regret it, werewolf Bedivere." The half-dragon young man's eyes gave off a faint golden shimmer.
After using the Eagle Eye Technique, his eyes can see the movement of every muscle and bone in Bedivere's body, and even the conduction of the nervous system can be seen clearly. If the Mind Eye Technique is not enough to predict the opponent's movements,
Let the Eagle Eye Technique come to the rescue!
"You will regret it, werewolf Bedivere." The half-dragon young man's eyes gave off a faint golden shimmer.
After using the Eagle Eye Technique, his eyes can see the movement of every muscle and bone in Bedivere's body, and even the conduction of the nervous system can be seen clearly. If the Mind Eye Technique is not enough to predict the opponent's movements,
Let the Eagle Eye Technique come to the rescue!
"It's useless." Bedivere sneered.
He holds the whip in his left arm.
His left arm is a metal prosthesis, powered by a memory metal invented by the great wizard Merlin. It is a super-civilized product that surpasses the technology of this era.
As for this arm, even Ivan cannot see through it. It is completely connected to the werewolf's nerves, and can even be directly controlled using brain waves when necessary.
This metal arm has no muscles or bones in it, it is completely a piece of mithril memory alloy.
No matter how strong the half-dragon young man's eyesight is, he cannot see through the independent movement of a piece of pure metal.
Bedivere waved the photon whip unscrupulously, drawing deep purple arcs of light in the air, forcing the half-dragon young man into a very embarrassing situation.
Ivan thought he was invincible because of his eagle eye. He never thought that there was such a strange person in the world who could completely defeat his eagle with a seemingly crudely made metal prosthetic limb and a seemingly ordinary whip.
Eye!
Bang! The photon whip scratched a bloody mark on Ivan's left shoulder, and the wound was about half an inch deep. The half-dragon was also knocked several yards away by the impact, and landed heavily on the pile of gold coins in the treasure room.
Bedivere was actually showing mercy. If he had wielded the whip with all his might, the blow just now would have definitely cut off Ivan's entire left arm!
Precisely because he knew that Bediwell had reserved his strength when he attacked, this angered the half-dragon young man. The dragons' natural bad temper was fully revealed in this young man with half-dragon blood. This guy is simply a combination of calmness and irritability.
A community of contradictions!
"Asshole!" The half-dragon young man with prominent veins on his forehead showed a ferocious look like a dragon: "I didn't want to use this trick on you at first, because I can't control it well, and I will kill you accidentally. But! Since you are like this
If you really want to die, I will make it happen for you!!"
The werewolf silently monitored the opponent in front of him. He hadn't seen all of Ivan's moves yet, so he didn't know what other tricks this half-dragon could do. The only thing Bedivere could do was to deal with it carefully, so as not to
Everything has changed!
Blah blah blah blah. The mountain of gold coins behind the half-dragon young man began to slide crazily, making a crisp sound. There seemed to be something appearing behind Ivan out of thin air!
Judging from the sliding gold coins, that thing was huge, like a giant!
However, Bediwell could not see anything in front of him!
In the dark treasure room, under the weak light, the shape of the thing could not be reflected.
That thing has almost no sense of existence, has no color or smell, makes no sound, and does not produce any airflow!
The only change that Bediwell felt at the scene was the faint smell of negative ions floating in the air.
Whether the negative ions ionized by high-voltage electricity came from the invisible giant behind Ivan or from the thunder sword in Ivan's hand was impossible to determine!
That completely formless and transparent giant is a great threat to werewolves - if you can't see the shape of that thing, you can't avoid its attacks!
Bump! While Bediwell was still in a daze, he had already received a heavy punch in the abdomen! Even where the punch came from and when it was punched, the werewolf had no idea and could only watch his abdomen.
It sunk down and flew backwards due to the huge momentum!
Bang! Countless gold coins flew away behind the werewolf! He landed in another pile of gold coins in the treasure room and slid a long distance before stopping. The gold coins deformed and acted as a buffer, causing the shell to be seriously injured.
Deville reduced a lot of damage!
Despite this, the werewolf still felt a dull pain in his right chest when he stood up: he had at least one broken rib!
The thing behind Ivan does exist and is not an illusion. Although it is formless, it can actually cause damage to Bedivere, and its attack power is extremely powerful. Being punched by it is very painful!
"Oh, he's not dead yet. The strength of the orc's body is amazing." Ivan held up the frame of his glasses, and the lenses reflected the light in the environment, flashing Bedivere's dog eyes.
"Bastard..." The werewolf vomited a mouthful of blood and covered his injured chest: "This...is the incarnation of magic?"
"Oh, so smart." The half-dragon young man crossed his arms in front of his chest in a high manner and said in a arrogant tone: "Unlike Tristan's [Frost Incarnation] who only uses it to show off, my [Storm]
[Incarnation] only focuses on usability. It has neither form nor color, and kills people without a shadow."
Bedivere understood it completely at this time. It was an elemental giant made of the atmosphere. It was one of the most advanced summoning techniques, the same level as Tristan's Frost Incarnation, and only slightly lower than the Holy Spirit Summoning Technique.
Forget it about Tristan, after all, the fishman prince is a magician. This guy Ivan is not a magician, but he can actually use such advanced magic. It's so unscientific!
"Is it because of the dragon's blood?" Bedivere wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth and whispered: "Who lent you such power? Spark or Javier?"
"No, this is the power awakened from my own body." Ivan sneered: "You really know everything about us, werewolf Bedivere. Where did you get our information from? I advise you to tell me quickly.
!Otherwise, with the next blow, you may never be able to speak again."
"Huhuhu... If you can kill me---" the werewolf took out two Hydra daggers: "---come on!"
Facing this stupid werewolf who refused to admit defeat, Ivan showed a crueler smile, as if he had been expecting this answer from the beginning.
"I originally wanted to resolve this matter peacefully. But, great---!" The half-dragon young man raised his left arm, as if ordering the invisible giant behind him to attack: "Then follow the original plan and remove your hands and feet.
Twist it off, make you into a human stick, and then take it back for interrogation! I look forward to seeing you crying and begging for mercy, but begging for death but unable to do so!"
(Well, God knows.)
The corners of the werewolf's mouth turned up, showing a mocking smile. But he closed his eyes tightly and stood still.
"Oh? Close your eyes and wait for death?" Ivan looked at the werewolf's wonderful reaction and felt that something was fishy: "Or are you going to surrender?"
(Not at all.)
Bedivere, who closed his eyes, raised his finger and made a provocative gesture: "I still remember the first time I saw you ---"
He paused and said, "You are just a boy who works in the lighthouse of the Knights of the West.
Since when did you become a dragonborn, a prince, and a great magician?"
Ivan frowned.
"Without Arthur's support, you are nothing, and you don't even know your own life experience." The werewolf continued to curse viciously: "So--why are you so arrogant? You are so arrogant."
Dead lizard!"
The provocation seemed to be having an effect. The number of veins on Ivan's forehead was definitely more than ever.
"You asked for it." Ivan couldn't care less when he was angry. He would definitely attack with all his strength this time and use the heavy punch of the storm to beat Bedivere until he was shattered to pieces!
"I don't need to ask for your information. It's useless to ask for information about a dead person anyway. ------Die!"
Pound!! A loud bang like a storm exploded towards Bediville.