Light Spirit Epic Chapter 1562: The ultimate battle is in the sand.
Chapter 1562 The ultimate battle on the battlefield (six)
"It's finally here, little furball!" Although Berelder's foot was frozen, he didn't panic at all, but grinned boldly.
He raises his four lightsabers in preparation for the defense -- he's still way ahead of Bedivere in close quarters combat, and Gladiator Berelder can do it no matter how the werewolf youths come in. Take it easy!
In theory, but in practice?
Bediver sneered, rushing over with a round of slashing, and the tungsten tortoise tongue whip on the other arm wandered around like a poisonous snake, constantly looking for opportunities to launch a sneak attack on Berelder from a blind spot!
The gladiator wielded four lightsabers to deal with it, and the lightsaber collided with Bedivere's black-moon steel machete hundreds of times in an instant, shooting out countless sparks in the dizzyingly fast fighting!
Boom! The tungsten turtle tongue whip attacked from behind, but one of Berelder's arms snapped back in an instant, blocking the sinister attack with his lightsaber!
Brush la la la la! ! Bedivere launched dozens of onslaughts from the front, but the other three lightsabers of the gladiator responded with all their strength, and resolved the onslaught one by one!
dong dong dong dong! Boom! The tungsten turtle tongue whip continued to attack the gladiator, stabbed diagonally from the left side, stabbed from the top of the head, stabbed toward the shoulder, and even sneaked under the crotch of the gladiator, trying to get the most out of it. The insidious blind spot launches an onslaught!
Keng! Klang-kang-kang! However, Berelder assigned another arm to deal with the attack of the tungsten tongue whip. Two arms were used to defend against the whip's attack, and the remaining two arms were used to deal with the machete in front of Bedivere. Onslaught, seems to be no problem!
"Give it up, you can't win!" Berelder grinned. As long as his mind and eye technique can still be used, Bedivere has no chance of winning, because before the werewolf youth attacks, all actions will be pre-read by the gladiator!
But Bedivere sneered more proudly: "No, I already won."
"What ------?"
Before the gladiator could react, Bedivere had already accelerated his attack speed and pressed his opponent with a more severe attack! That is already a battle mode that completely abandons defense and suppresses opponents with fierce attacks. Bedivere doesn't seem to care that he may be injured! The machete's frantic slashing was slightly messy and lacking in order, but the sneak attack of the tungsten turtle tongue whip became more subtle and insidious, stabbing Berelder from all corners almost non-stop!
Clang, clang clang clang clang clang clang! ! ! The sound of the symphony of gold and stone is endless, and ordinary people can no longer see the attacks of the two. They can only see the two warriors slashing with their arms waving rapidly and almost invisible, and the sparks around them are endlessly flashing alternately like stars in the sky!
Suppressed in speed? ! Fighting, gladiator Berelder couldn't help but have this question in his heart. With four arms, he is very talented, and he is clearly far superior in attack speed, right? !
But why? ! Bedivere's attack seems to be getting faster and faster, and it's almost breathless!
No, no, it wasn't because the little ball of fur in front of him was attacking so fast that the gladiator couldn't catch his breath.
It seems that because ------------ has nothing to do with the opponent, he has been a little breathless since just now!
This is hypoxia!
Berelder has been in the flame ring since just now and was attacked by Bedivere. The flames consumed a lot of the surrounding air, and the last wave of frost-bearing attacks created a tornado that further burned the fire. Prosperous, and further frantically consumes the oxygen in the flame ring! Berelder was too focused on responding to Bedivere's onslaught, but he was unaware of the air conditions. His body was gradually eroded by hypoxia, and he began to disobey!
"Have you noticed it now, bald man?" Bedivere continued to attack, but an increasingly sinister grin appeared on his face: "I have to say, your physical strength is really good, and you can last until now. But ------ Die!!"
Berdeville's last attack was a means of depleting the last bit of oxygen in Berelder's body! The attack of the werewolf youth seems to be getting faster and faster, but in fact it is not because of how fast Bedivere's attack speed is, but because Berelder's hands, feet and brain, who are getting more and more hypoxic, are starting to become sluggish!
Oops, my body can't keep up with my opponent's movements...! Berelder groaned inwardly. The speed of the Luna Steel Scimitar is so fast that although the Gladiator's Mind Eye Technique can predict its coming and trajectory early, Berelder's body cannot react in time and block this attack!
If you go on like this, you'll be hit! ! And the scimitar that shone with lightning was obviously deadly, and it was estimated that the game would be over as soon as it was hit! Thinking like this, Berelder hurriedly freed up a hand to defend, and although the arm was very difficult to move, he still forcibly blocked the fatal blow!
Keng! The swords collided violently, and thunder radiated in all directions, splashing on the gladiator's body, bringing bursts of soreness! Affected by the impact, Berelder also took a step back, and his body completely lost his balance under the trend of leaning back!
"It's over." Bedivere had already withdrawn the tungsten tortoise tongue whip, coiled it around his arm, and charged up!
He punched out, and the tungsten tortoise tongue whip coiled like a spring released its kinetic energy instantly, stabbed straight out, and stabbed Gladiator Berelder's abdomen!
The gladiator tried to move his arm to block the blow, but found he was unable to do so! His vigor was completely consumed in the fierce battle for a while, and due to the lack of oxygen, his vigor could not be replenished for the time being, and his limbs were numb! Even if he forcibly raised his sword to block, the powerless block of the four lightsabers was completely suppressed by the powerful piercing attack of the tungsten turtle tongue whip!
Boom! ------The storm flew by, the dust was flying, Berelder felt like a pile driver was blasting in his abdomen, and the severe pain spread from the abdomen to his whole body in an instant! A fist-sized hole was cut in the gladiator's stomach, and he flew out! !
Boom! Berelder's body passed through the wall of fire, flew away from the ring of flame, landed twenty yards away, and slid a full thirty feet across the dusty ground, dragging a trail of blood!
"Ha, ha, ha." Bedivere gasped. The surrounding flames gradually receded, after all, the fuel was burned out. The werewolf youth had many wounds, all of which were burnt by Berelder's lightsaber in the fierce battle, and Bedivere's physical consumption was also quite severe, so he still miscalculated——I didn't expect Beierer's stamina. Laird's stamina would be so powerful. It was a thrilling experience just now, and I really don't know who will kill the deer until the last moment. If it wasn't for the werewolf's little extra physical advantage in the race, it's estimated that Bedivere would be the first to lose if he couldn't hold on in the end!
But it's really over. The large wound on Berelder's abdomen was so severe that Bedivere reckoned that the gladiator would not even be able to stand up. The battle just now was too dangerous, and Bedivere had no chance to keep his hands on the opponent. The piercing attack just now was the fullest blow that Bedivere could take out.
The wound doesn't look good. Shouldn't he just kill Berelder? Bedivere couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat. If the opponent dies, Bedivere will be disqualified as well.
But what happened next left Bedivere in a cold sweat again. It's not because the Gladiator Berelder is dead that it's scary. What's really scary is that Berelder didn't die, and he slowly got up from the ground!
"Hello, are you kidding me?" The werewolf youth looked at his opponent in disbelief.
Berelder is actually just a normal human, and he doesn't have any super self-healing abilities, so the hole in his abdomen didn't heal. However, the gladiator used his obsession to move the abdominal muscles, forcibly plug the abdominal wound with the tightened muscles, and stop the bleeding!
"We haven't decided yet, Mr. Bedivere." The gladiator looked at the werewolf youth with a serious face: "Before my wish is fulfilled...how can I fall in such a place!"
"Absolutely... can't fall!" Berelder, whose face was full of blue veins, regrouped again, and his eyes were burning with high-spirited flames: "Absolutely... beat you!!"
That is, what a terrible obsession!
A normal person's abdomen is cut out with such a big hole, and it is estimated that the pain has already passed out. Even if he does not faint, at least the pain is too strong to resist, and he wants to seek medical treatment! But Berelder was clenching his teeth, forcing the bleeding to stop, and then stood up like an iron man, stood up, and continued to challenge his opponent, Bedivere!
This bald man is obviously just an ordinary human being. But is this bald man really an ordinary human being? Bedivere was dumbfounded.
Candidates who want to become Knights of the Round Table must have a reason, a pursuit, and a wish that must be fulfilled.
The words of King Arthur echoed through Bedivere's mind.
Victory belongs only to those who do whatever it takes to achieve their wishes. The deeper the obsession to achieve their wish, the stronger the [power] those people will gain.
Anyone who can stand up and continue fighting after being seriously injured like that must have a reason why they must not lose!
However------
"You're not the only one ~IndoMTL.com~ The werewolf youth clenched his weapon and grinned: "It may seem ruthless to defeat you here, but I will not sympathize with you. I too have a wish that must be fulfilled, to find my son! "
That's right, Bedivere has a reason to never lose. Berelder is not the only one who will do whatever it takes to get his wish. Most of the candidates who came to participate in the round table trial this time are chasing their dreams or struggling to realize their wishes.
Everyone is betting on everything.
"If you want to achieve your wish, come face to face with the consciousness of mortal death!" the werewolf youth shouted: "I will also show the consciousness of mortal death to defeat you!"
"Then let's do it again, let's fight to the death!" Gladiator Berelder sneered and rushed towards the werewolf youth.
The frenzied fight between the two started again, and it was no longer the superficial values of skill and physical strength that determined the outcome.
What really determines the outcome is obsession.