Light Spirit Epic Chapter 2547: The ultimate victory over the king’s cavalry (2)
Chapter 2547 Absolute victory over Wang Qi (2)
Albert, who thought that he was in a state of [God Hidden], and the whole world could not detect his existence, was stunned by King Arthur's stare, thinking that his [God Hidden] just failed at this moment!
But he only froze for half a second, still insisting on hitting a slap, trying to knock the ball into the air!
No use! The ball was held extremely tightly in the arms of the King of Knights, this guy has amazing arm strength! And Albert's shove really made the Man in the Iron Mask 9 notice him. The King of Knights may still not see Albert's trace, but he feels that Albert is attacking him and wants to **** him from him. When I got to the ball, I suddenly protected the ball and lowered my center of gravity to sprint!
Albert's body, who failed in the sneak attack, had already lost its original balance. Coupled with the sprint of Man in the Iron Mask 9 suddenly lowering his center of gravity, the tiger man youth couldn't catch up with him at all. He was still running, but he couldn't speed up effectively. Seeing his opponent running farther and farther ahead, he could only stare blankly.
The legendary powerhouse, as powerful as his legend describes it, like a dream, easily, flamboyantly, domineering, threw off all his pursuers, challengers, usurpers, up to array.
He ran to the bottom line of the Sphinx's field, dropped the ball with ease, then turned to watch the referee pronounce. And the referee happily blew the whistle: "Touchdown! 20:7, the British Cavaliers lead!"
For the Sphinx, that's a tough score.
Albert glanced at the scoreboard outside the field. Twenty-five minutes had passed and nearly half of the game had been consumed. To make up for the huge score gap of 13, no, probably 14 points, it is not only necessary to use the fierce offensive of the Sphinx to **** the points, but also to rely on the same solid defense to prevent the Great Britain from continuing to score, otherwise it will not be at all. Make ends meet, there is no turning point!
The bonus game is also here. It is no surprise that the Great Britain team scored a point with a steady kick, and the score immediately became 21:7. The British Knights are still far ahead!
What should I do? This situation is too desperate, isn't it?
"Yo!" Suddenly, someone's voice sounded in the air.
The dropship flew past, and on the small dropship, just big enough for four people to stand on it, was a blond lion man. The sun was just shining on him, and his short champagne-gold body hair and medium-length pure gold-colored hair fluttering in the wind reflected the sunlight, shining with an extremely luxurious texture.
"It's finally here." Shiloma said with relief.
The golden lion Leopold jumped from the transport boat in such a dashing series of movements. The Sphinx team watched the handsome little lion fall from the sky intently, but Mutter looked away with disgust.
"Wait for a long time. Got into a hard fight?" Leo asked Shiloma when he came up, and it seemed that he had already changed into his team uniform, with the strange number "99" on his back.
"It's only 14 points behind, it's not too hard." Quarterback Shiloma smiled mysteriously, "I'll get the score back right away."
Where does this confidence come from?
"Pay attention to your body, Your Royal Highness." Accompanying the golden lion Leopold was a very thin orc wearing a mask and a black dress. Because the man was wearing a mask, covering most of his face and all of his head, Albert couldn't even tell what kind of orc the man was. He could only confirm that the hair on his body was black.
"I said it, don't call me that again." The golden lion said unhappily.
"Yes, yes." The masked man didn't seem to have any intention of participating in the competition and walked to the rest area. Albert couldn't help but wonder, why are so many people wearing masks today, is this a ball game or some kind of masquerade?
"Then," Leo stood directly on the court as soon as he arrived, and was busy moving his hands and feet, doing some simple warm-up exercises: "My state is not perfect, and it is impossible to survive with this physical strength. A whole game. I'm in [relax mode] before you guys need me?"
"Of course, Your Royal Highness." Shiloma jokingly replied in the tone of the man in the black dress mask.
"Not funny." The lion-man boy grunted, putting on his own helmet.
"Relax mode what the hell..." Albert asked Mutter in a low voice.
"Shh." The cat boy replied, "It's better not to worry too much about that guy."
What does this mean? He is obviously a teammate but ignores him? In other words, you don't have to think about fighting with him, right? Or should it be left to Captain Shiloma to judge?
Albert had met the golden lion Leopold before, but it was only a one-sided relationship, far from knowing how much he knew the lion boy. Could it be that this little lion, who looks a little thin or even weak, really has any special abilities? Even special enough to turn the tide of the game?
"I know you're wondering, but what you want to do is still the same. The ball is passed to you, and you run. Run when you have the chance, look for the opportunity when you don't, that's all." Shiloh Ma said to Albert.
"Understood." The tiger man hummed softly. Captain Shiloma had his own arrangements, and it was not his turn to worry about Albert anyway. He just does his job.
"Then, give me some advice." Leopold walked over to Albert and grinned.
Albert nodded in response. Although the appearance just now was quite exaggerated, the Lion-Man boy didn't seem to put on airs in front of his teammates, and he still seemed to be a very approachable child. But why does Mutter look like he hates Leopold?
Kickoff! The Great Britain kicker slammed the ball into the Sphinx's field. Mutter immediately set off to chase the ball in order to start the Sphinx offense as quickly as possible. This kid's performance today was much stronger than usual, and he ran like the leopard Philaios, and he didn't seem to care that he might get injured. Albert had also thought about persuading Mutter to act slowly, but he also knew very well that Mutter would not listen to advice, because today's game is the semi-final, to win today's difficult game, Sandstorms The Finks will advance to the finals and compete with the last team for the Super Bowl title.
Clap! Mutter jumped out and caught the ball with both hands in the air. His palms slapped against the leather surface of the ball, making an extremely imposing sound.
Of course, just being [imposing] doesn't change the tide of battle. If you don't put forth the effort to match this momentum, it will not work. The cat boy desperately caught the ball, then performed a difficult somersault that he had never done before, and landed instantly. His spikes even rubbed against the turf on the ground, dragging a long trace. Before waiting for his inertia to stop completely, the cat boy had already made a starting action on the ground and flew towards the bottom line of the Great Britain team. Now he has the ball in his hand and wants to pass from the tight defensive line of the Great Britain Cavaliers. It is very difficult to hit this ball. Of course, he can push forward one yard and one yard, and he will never suffer in action!
"Okay, that's it for now." The Man in the Iron Mask Nine suddenly appeared less than a yard in front of Mutter like a ghost, with his hands deep together, like two spears crossed and stabbed at the cat man juvenile!
The man under the mask, the King Arthur, the King of Great Britain. Mutter knew this, so he also knew that he could never defeat the king. The king of knights is a master of the dual sword style, and is famous for his "double skillful hands". His hands can make extremely delicate movements at the same time, and perform dazzling swordsmanship that is difficult to dodge. Even without a weapon, the two arms of the King of Knights are the most deadly weapons, and intercepting Mutter is simply a piece of cake!
The cat boy was overwhelmed in an instant, and he didn't think he could even advance a yard! The two arms of the king of knights killed Mutter from the left and right sides, and firmly clamped the shoulders of the cat boy. Mutter knew that with his own strength and skills, he could not escape from this restraint. He could do what he could do. There is only one thing left------
Boom! ! ------Before the ball in his arms was taken away, the cat boy threw himself to the ground!
"First gear! One yard for the Sphinx!" the referee announced, as if he had been standing by Mutter's side since just now, waiting for Mutter to fall so he could pronounce the sentence.
"A wise judgment." Man in the Iron Mask Nine let go of Mutter and whispered with a smile.
If the action slowed down a second, the guy's arms would not be as simple as pinching Mutter, he would flip the cat boy to the ground, belly upside down, and then lose his balance and fall back. Mutter will reveal his flaws, and the ball in his arms will be forcibly snatched by Iron Mask Nine.
...I always feel like it's going to be like that.
Mutter swallowed and got up from the ground. The opponent was so powerful that he seemed to have this kind of hallucination, or a fantasy.
"Hey, your feet are shaking, is there really no problem meow?" Albert asked worriedly when Mutter returned to his position to join his teammates.
"I'm fine..." The cat boy hummed ~IndoMTL.com~ That guy is a monster, a real monster. Shiloma also warned his teammates: "Don't try to go head-to-head with [The Iron Mask Nine]. Not only will you lose, but he will even find a way to knock you to the ground and take the ball from your arms by the way. Don't think about whether it's reasonable, he can do it anyway. "
Dark American football is not just a ball game, it's a fighting game. Because the rules of the game have been greatly relaxed, there is a big difference in the gameplay between dark American football and ordinary American football. The kind of skill that King Arthur wanted to use just now is to find an opportunity to quickly beat the opponent and defeat the opponent. The melee combat skills of snatching the ball away before the ground, although a little bit of edge ball feeling, is still within the allowable range of the rules.
"It's very dangerous to be entangled by that guy, the ball will be forcibly taken away, is that what you mean meow?" Albert frowned.
"That's what it means." Shiloma said bluntly: "And apart from Gusta who can withstand the guy's offensive, no one in this team should be spared from him."
After all, [The Man in the Iron Mask Nine] is King Arthur—a genius for fighting.