Light Spirit Epic Chapter 2203: Explore to Shalan (41)

Chapter 2203 of the exploration of Shalan (forty-one)

About forty-five minutes ago, in the underground arena of the Grand Casino in Cairo, in the lounge of the Sandstorm Sphinx.

"What meow? Interview?" Albert just put on his pants, and asked a little unhappily: "What the **** is an interview?"

"I heard that it was a special reporter from the Dark American Football Association who came to interview you." Shiloma replied: "After all, you are the most likely to become the Most Valuable Player (MVP) in this Super Bowl. It's normal for your recent moves to attract attention from major media."

"Humph..." Although Shiloma had been bragging about him, the tiger youth was a little unhappy when he heard it.

"Don't want to be interviewed? That's fine, it's not a big deal. I'll try to help you get rid of the reporter." Shiloma said.

"No," Albert inexplicably didn't want to owe Shiloma favor, although he was reluctant, he agreed: "Let him come. It's not just a reporter, I can handle it well."

"I hope you can really handle it." Shiloma said with a slight sarcasm: "Should you not be complacent and reveal all the secrets of the team?------But then you don't either. Know what's secret in the team, hoohoo."

Nasty guy.

"That," Mutter got a little impatient as he waited with Albert's chest brace: "If you don't plan on putting on your shirt, you can put it on yourself. Huh?"

"Oh, sorry." The tiger put on his shirt casually, and then put on the protective gear with the help of the cat boy.

"So," Mutter and the rest of the players leave the locker room: "I'm not very good at dealing with those reporters...you do it yourself!"

Then the sphinxes all fled.

"Uh..." A drop of sweat appeared on Albert's forehead.

"Is it Mr. Albert?" As if it had been made in advance, as soon as the Sphinx team had withdrawn, someone pushed in the door outside the locker room and asked, "I am The reporter who came to interview earlier. Are you ready for the interview?"

"Well, let's get started." The tiger man glanced at the reporter. The man was quite old, even for a human. The elderly human reporter had gray beard and gray hair, and at least he should be sixty years old. Nonetheless, the old reporter looked vigorous, his azure blue eyes glowing with youthful energy, and even his neatly trimmed goatee was full of sassy air. Such a spirited old man is very rare among human beings, and it is even more rare that such a spirited old man is still working as a reporter. It seems that he loves his job very much, so he insists on not retiring until this age.

"My name is William Wallace, and I'm a special correspondent for [European Football News]." The old reporter pushed his heavy black-rimmed glasses and introduced himself in a calm tone: "Your Excellency will accept my offer. It is my pleasure to interview."

"Europe..." Albert frowned. Why not journalists on the African side, why Europe. But he suddenly remembered that this Super Cup event also has several teams from Europe participating. Since the participating teams are not only in Africa, then this Super Cup event is considered to be widely accepted by various countries in Europe and Africa. Focus on American football matches better. The biggest sponsor of this event seems to be the richest man in Europe. What's the name?

"Then, long story short, allow me to ask a few simple questions." Wallace picked up the tape recorder and began the interview:

"First of all, as a rare legend in the dark American football game who forced the football association to change the rules, I would like to know how you feel now?"

"Change the rules...?" Albert was asked with a bewildered face.

"Look, that's the one, what's it called? Clone?" Wallace looked at the notes and reminded: "No player in history has ever been able to perform such a special move, your Excellency is the first in history. One. There is a fierce debate on this matter in the association, and some people even think that your [Clone Technique] is a cheating method, and suggest that you be suspended from the game."

"I've never heard of this..." Albert was even more stunned: "I just found myself able to use this trick. And I'm just using it, for granted."

"Yes. I think so too. People have different talents. It is precisely because of their differences that the differences between people and races are created. What can be used and what is good at using , being able to use one's own advantages to win is the power of one's own. Therefore, no matter how close to [Cheating] the [Clone Technique] seems to be, it is still [you] who will play the game. It's the same reason that the giants used their excellent size to win, and the elves used their amazing agility to gain an advantage. If you think about it carefully, the Football Association has no reason to disqualify you from the game, otherwise they will allow other powerful races to participate. It was untenable from the start."

Albert nodded.

"However, I also heard that your [Clone Technique] is not as versatile as it looks? It seems to have many shortcomings, right?" The old reporter asked again: "Can you share it with us?"

"Um..." Albert pondered for a moment: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if I tell you. You are right, the clone technique is indeed not a panacea. Although the principle is not very clear, but The so-called [Clone] is actually a continuous projection of my existence (Kama) in the same world and the same time and space. Projection requires physical strength. The more avatars, the more physical strength I consume. And my After the clones are removed, all the damages to the clones will be fed back to my main body."

"In other words, the damage received by each clone will be superimposed on your body. The more damage your clone takes, the more damage you will end up with?"

"Yes."

"If the damage of each clone is superimposed, will your body be fatally injured?"

"Then meow, I will die." Albert said quietly.

"...Understood." Wallace scribbled a few lines in his notebook, "So, cloning is indeed a very high-risk technique. With great risks, its The return is really high."

"...Do you have any other questions, meow?" Albert stood up from the bench, "I'm going to a race soon, please keep it short."

"Okay, just one more question, just one." Wallace, the old reporter, pushed his black-rimmed glasses subconsciously again: "I want to ask your Excellency your opinion on the current flood of dark American football. Tempered violence, what do you think?"

"Violence...?" Albert frowned: "What exactly?"

"It is often said that American football is originally a fighting sport. It is called playing, but in fact, two teams use strength to meet each other." Wallace blinked, "Dark American football, even more so. This kind of violent fighting sports has been sublimated to the extreme. Due to the relaxation of the rules of the game, not only are all races other than humans allowed to participate in this kind of football sport full of violent aesthetics, it also brings many problems, so that the players participating in the game They no longer follow the spirit of sportsmanship, and their purpose during the game is no longer to **** the ball from the opponent, but to injure the opponent as the main premise and play the ball for the purpose of injuring the opponent. Bad game atmosphere, what do you think?"

"Even if you ask me..."

"No matter what your thoughts are, please speak up." The old reporter asked: "I have seen your games, and you are one of the few in the dark American football world. A person who uses technology to win. The reason why I ask you this question is precisely because of your noble style of play, which is in stark contrast to the evil spirit that is currently bred in the dark American football world - this quality It is worth admiring."

Albert pondered for a moment: "It's an award. I just concentrate on playing, never thought about that much."

"Your Excellency, who is dedicated to playing, has won over those who will do anything to win. I think this is quite admirable." Wallace continued: "The excessively relaxed rules have indeed made many people have There are loopholes that can be exploited, and it is precisely because there are loopholes that some people try to exploit them. Compared with that, those who can stick to their bottom line and use real skills to win are more respectable, aren’t they?”

"I'm not as great as you said." Albert said solemnly: "I just made an appointment with someone to help their team win this Super Bowl championship. Because it was an appointment. That's why I have to win it with dignity. I always feel like... if you win by cheating, even if you help that guy win the Super Bowl, the promise will be meaningless."

"So it is." The old reporter smiled indifferently: "The person who has made such an agreement with your Excellency is as innocent as you, isn't it? That person shouldn't be Mr. Sphinx, right?"

"No." Albert immediately denied.

"I see ~IndoMTL.com~ Wallace put away his tape recorder:" Thank you for your time. I have no more questions to ask. "

Two questions were asked. The interview was surprisingly short. Albert thought. Although he never knew how many words he had been told by the other party.

"Then, I wish you a great victory in today's game. Come on." The reporter bowed and saluted, then left happily.

"Hmm..." Albert also hummed, walking out of the locker room to join his team.

At the end of the corridor in the underground arena, a group of people are looking for something.

"Are you looking for me?" The old reporter just saw the group of people in neat suits and said, "Don't be in such a hurry to find me, I will also appear."

"Crof's!" one of the employees in the group exclaimed: "Where have you been, we are worried to death! If your Excellency is lost like this, we have no way to The big figures of the Football Association will explain!"

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