Light Spirit Epic Chapter 2215: Explore to Shalan (53)

Chapter 2215 of the exploration of Shalan (fifty-three)

So close to the bottom line for the Blackhawks, Albert was a few steps away from a touchdown, of course, continuing to run.

A touchdown is a must, but after a touchdown, what should he do? Do nothing, just watch yourself get smashed by the artificial people behind you? Do not. At the critical moment, the tiger man thought of a way to deal with it.

Clap! Albert sprinted to the bottom line of the German team's position and immediately threw the ball on the ground. Get six points first!

Then, his clone appeared in front of him, and he was ready to help Albert's body. The tiger man youth stepped on the avatar's shoulders and leaped up without thinking. At the moment when the avatar disappeared, when he jumped to the highest point, he grabbed with both hands!

Pounds! ! The artificial people behind him slammed into the ground beneath his feet, making an astonishing roar.

Albert avoided the disaster by raising his arms high and hanging himself from the crossbar of the Germanic Blackhawks' goal.

He glanced down at the four cyborgs on the ground that collided and shattered. These guys are really ruthless, knowing that they are artificial humans with metal skeletons, and their bodies can be easily repaired if they are damaged, so they rushed over and hit Albert desperately. These shameless guys all bumped up so blatantly, wanting to hurt the tiger youths, but Albert not only was not injured, but also scored six points for a beautiful touchdown. , and the people who run everything behind the Germanic Blackhawks are half dead?

It makes me happy to think about it. Albert jumped off the goal.

Ow. To say that he was completely uninjured would not be rigorous. He just turned out a clone and used it as a stepping stone for his own body, but he still didn't handle it very well in a hurry. Then he stepped on the shoulder of the clone and injured the clone. As a result, after the avatar was released, Albert's shoulder was also hurting, and there was probably a bruise there. Albert rubbed his shoulders. It is a fortune to be injured at this level, at least not to be smashed to pieces by those four androids, right?

"Stupid tiger." Mutter ran over to see the situation: "Not injured? Won?"

"No meow was injured. Successful touchdown." Albert replied indifferently. The referee over there also blew the whistle to announce the score, and the Sphinx was leaving the German Blackhawks with a score of 16-3. There are four minutes left in the game.

Albert didn't think the game even needed to go on. Nevertheless, the Blackhawks will definitely not stop there, and will continue to do things. Those guys are fine even if they lose the game, just to keep Albert and others injured.

Boil again. Make sure there are no messes in the last four minutes, and the game is over. Next is the attacking round of the Germanic Blackhawks. The people of the Blackhawks did not dare to be too chaotic in their own attacking rounds. Moreover, in the offensive round of the Blackhawks, the Sphinx can rely on Mersa Hill to do things and disrupt the plans of the Blackhawks. It seems that no matter what the Blackhawks come up with, the Sphinx can handle it with ease.

But------

"What if they take the opportunity to hurt Mersa Hill at the cost of a foul?" Albert and Mutter walked off the court together, asking by the way.

"It doesn't matter. Mersa Hill is not the main election. The only thing that can give full play to his playing skills is today's game in the underground arena." Mutter replied disapprovingly.

Oh, of course. Albert thought about it and thought it should be like this. First of all, Mersa Hill, the Snow Leopard, was so focused on the ball that he committed an unprovoked foul and put the Sphinx at a disadvantage. It is impossible for such a guy to play the main position, so he is used to swap him out in extremely special circumstances. Moreover, if his football is to be as accurate as it is today, it must be reproduced on a completely windless arena. Besides the underground arena in Cairo, it is probably difficult to find a second indoor windless stadium like this in Africa. This time, Mersa Hill's kick seemed very reliable. The next time there is wind on the court, things will be another matter.

The Blackhawks have no reason or motivation to injure a second-team player who is unlikely to play again in the next game.

"Then meow, shouldn't they be aiming at Sheloma..." Albert was about to say something, when he realized that the quarterback, Sheloma, had also left the court. Down, there is no plan to participate in the team's defensive work. Instead, the captain of the Second Army, the Jackal Redlich, came on the field to command the battle.

"I see." When Redridge passed him, Albert glanced at the Jackal's black blindfold and muttered, "It doesn't matter if Redridge is injured, meow."

"It's not that it doesn't matter. But when it comes to dodging opponents' attacks, that guy is far better than me, and he won't be so easily injured." Shiloma grinned and said: "If those androids really want to kill Red Leach got injured and they had to work ten times as hard as they did today."

Is that great? Albert thought. But he wasn't surprised. From the first time he saw Redridge, he knew that the jackal had practiced some martial arts or self-defense. Because that guy walks surprisingly steadily, and is quite skilled in controlling his center of gravity. While solid footwork is also one of the prerequisites for being a quarterback, Ridlic's solidity is far more than a quarterback should be. A person with such a stable center of gravity can easily dodge or unload the opponent's impact no matter how fierce the collision is.

So, it's true that if Ridridge is willing to defend, the opponent won't be able to do too much damage to Ridridge. This round was still a defensive round for the Sphinx, and there was no need for Redlic to risk the ball to run, and it was even less likely that he would be injured by the opponent's attack.

So... there's really nothing to worry about, presumably? Albert sat on the cold bench, a cold sweat dripping from his forehead. Even if the German Blackhawks wanted to do something, they couldn't do anything. In the last four minutes, this game should have ended like this peacefully...?

What's the matter with this inexplicable unease? Is there anyone else the German Blackhawks are targeting besides Redlich?

But who is their target?

Kickoff! ------

Mersa Hill kicked the ball out, and the ball went far enough to penetrate the enemy line. It stands to reason that the German Blackhawks should send outfield receivers to catch the ball and start offense after getting the ball. However, this group of androids seems to have no interest in the kicked ball at all, but continue to pile up there------

Oops!

Albert suddenly understood something.

"Flee! Don't fight them!!" he shouted.

But it's too late.

That's right, before the kicked ball hit the ground, the entire German Blackhawks team, every player, squeezed into the offensive and defensive line, pushing frantically! !

They're not targeting quarterback Redlic or kicker Mersa Hill at all, they're targeting the Sphinx's offense and defense!

Or to be more precise, their target is center Gusta! !

Boom! ! Originally, there was a shortfall in strength. The shaky Sphinx team's offensive and defensive line collapsed instantly under the total attack of the entire team on the opposite side! Humans are crushing people, and androids are also crushing people. The scene is quite chaotic!

"...Gusta!" It is estimated that even he did not expect things to develop like this, and Captain Shiloma's face instantly turned dead gray!

"Pause! Medical team!!" Redlich shouted from the field.

"It's going to be bad." Mutter squinted at all this from a distance. Under the huge pressure of the German Blackhawks, in order to consolidate the slightly fragile offensive and defensive line of the Sphinx, they also specially added three foreign players of the Elephant Man. The three burly gray elephants sat on both sides of center Gusta like that, barely stabilizing the offensive and defensive line-before all that happened. But no one could have imagined that the German Blackhawks would come to this set, gathering the total force of the entire team of androids to overthrow the Sphinx's offensive and defensive line. As a result, the offensive and defensive line supported by only Gusta and the others was naturally broken by the group of androids with strange powers on the opposite side! And the destructive power produced by this collapsed offensive and defensive line can also be extremely astonishing ------ God knows if the fallen elephants will squash Mr. Gusta in the middle? !

"Uh, the result came out------" Mutter said, pointing to the chaotic crowd from a distance.

Albert also looked around, trying to see what was going on.

There appears to be blood. I don't know who was injured, and it seems that the injury is quite serious.

"Sure enough... Mr. Gusta!" the cat boy exclaimed.

That's right, the one who was carried away on a stretcher by the medical staff was the tiger man Gusta. This is the worst possible outcome. Albert narrowed his eyes and watched from a distance, as if he could vaguely see blood everywhere on Gusta's body. The arm and leg, I don't know which one is, it should be broken. Possibly crushed by fallen elephants. It looks like he must have suffered internal injuries. It should be said that it is a strange thing to be overwhelmed like that and not be hurt internally. Gusta was in the center of the collapsed human wall, and it was very likely that he would be crushed by the elephants beside him, or he might be crushed by the artificial people colliding from the opposite side. Whether the friendly army or the enemy army is a guy with a lot of weight, it is a miracle that the tiger man's body can hold up!

"I really know how to play, **** artificial people------" The quarterback Shiloma, who had been watching all this quietly with almost no expression change on his face, revealed in his tone at the moment. The huge killing intent that chills the spine: "A center as good as Gusta~IndoMTL.com~ It's not easy to find a substitute------"

He was angry, absolutely. Even though there was no angry expression on his face, Captain Shiloma looked like a cold and ferocious demon at this time.

"This game is over! Sandstorm Sphinx vs German Blackhawks, 17-3, Sandstorm Sphinx wins!" The referee's loud pronouncement marked the remaining minutes of the game. period.

As a result, no matter how hard the Germanic Blackhawks struggled, they couldn't get a half-point touchdown on the Sandstorm Sphinx. The only "revenue" was won by kicking the ball.

The physical fitness of the orcs is far worse than that of the humanoids. Normally, no matter how hard they struggle, they should not win. The score should be opposite. But this is not the case. This game perfectly illustrates a truth: power is not everything, if you have power but you don't know how to use it, you will inevitably fail.

But the cost of the Sphinx victory was huge: The Germanic Blackhawks managed to have the Sphinx center Gusta, and three other forwards on the offensive and defensive line, suffer serious injuries that could affect the next game .

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