Light Spirit Epic Chapter 2616: Praise of the Transcender
Chapter 2616 The hymn of the transcendence (seven)
In one's life, there can be countless ways of living and countless achievements.
Some people just live by, earn money for a living, work for money, work hard for work, and exhaust all their youth.
Decades later, when they are dying and dying in the hospital bed, they lament their ordinary life of inaction.
There are also some people who are keen to pursue power and profit, indulge in the great power-chasing battle, exhaust their energy and give everything, but only get superficial benefits. They can fool themselves into thinking they have the right to benefit and live happily ever after. But how long can this self-deception last?
There are others who pursue the so-called great cause. They work tirelessly like ants, and they have made countless contributions to the world in their lives. They may be praised by the world as great people, or they may be famous in history.
But what exactly is "great cause"?
The great cause of a civilization, a race, and an era, after all, only exists in this short era, like a flash in the pan, like a river passing by.
Even human beings themselves are just a speck of dust in the endless universe, and the civilizations they create are insignificant.
In the distant future, when even human beings, even civilization, and even the home planet Earth of human beings all cease to exist, what is there to mention about the "great deeds" recorded in the annals of history?
Is it worth spending a lifetime and sacrificing all joy just to pursue this dusty "great cause"?
Man, for the first time, is qualified to pursue greatness when he realizes his own insignificance.
The greatness of a person should not be limited to form, superficial, stick to the views of others, and more importantly, how you view it.
If you can't convince yourself, then this kind of greatness is trivial.
Only the great cause that you can accept, that you can convincely believe in, and that you embrace without any regrets, is the real great cause, the real achievement.
--------- At least, the great king known to the world, Arthur D. Pantoracken, thinks so.
King Arthur never cared what the world thought of him, even though he was already recognized by the world as a great king.
The great cause he himself wants to pursue is not limited to this, nor does it require the recognition of others to be considered great greatness.
In order to allow himself to accept that greatness, he is relentlessly pursuing all [limits] that he can achieve.
Participating in dark American football games as [The Man in the Iron Mask Nine] is just one of the ways he pursues his limits.
And in this field, he has almost never met an opponent, but for the first time in his life, he has met his [strong enemy].
For the first time in his life, he felt that as long as he defeated the young tiger man Albert in front of him, he could find the [greatness] that made him convince for the first time.
Only by doing this will it be possible for him to give up the sport unreservedly, liberate himself from the [Iron Mask Nine] identity, and retire forever.
Thus, this final grapple, though unpretentious, poured out the full power of Man in the Iron Mask Nine.
------It is no exaggeration to say that he has staked his career on this blow!
That was the only time in his life that he would do his best to gamble!
(It has to be interesting.)
The right palm bone was broken, and the left arm was broken. With the consciousness of breaking both hands, the Iron Masked Man No. 9 grappled Albert and threw the tiger-man youth from behind!
He controlled the force of the punches exquisitely. On the one hand, the strength of the grapple was enough to knock down the young tiger man whose balance had collapsed, and on the other hand, he ensured that the fallen young tiger man would not lean forward too much. , and closer to the bottom line of the British Cavaliers' position!
Yes, it was just a "greatly controlled grapple", nothing fancy.
But with both sides exhausted and bruised, this last and most simple contest is the key to the outcome.
(You must summon another clone to back up, you can't just fall down!)
Albert thought so, only to find that he was already leaning forward at a full sixty degree angle, and his knees were only half an inch off the ground! It's too late to summon the clone. Even if the clone is used as a backing, he will continue to fall down a short distance, so his knees will definitely hit the ground first!
(If the defense doesn't work, then------)
That's just a 1/10,000th of a second of thinking, but it's also a breakthrough thought reversal. The tiger man youth did not take a posture to prevent himself from falling, nor did he try to restore his balance, because he knew that it was too late, and no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't resist the grapple of Man in the Iron Mask No. 9!
So, a clone appeared behind Albert and King Arthur and kicked the Iron Mask Nine from behind!
(It's inevitable to fall anyway, so let's fall! But before we fall, let's fly a short distance!)
Because of the kick of Albert's clone, the two people hugged and flew out! And Albert's deity also raised the ball in his arms, held it in his hands and stretched it forward as much as possible, trying to let the ball cross the bottom line of the British Knights' position before he landed!
(Waiting for you right here!) But this is also in the calculation of the Iron Mask Nine, he expected from the beginning that Albert might switch from defense to offense, trying to get more and more in this way. Wire! He suddenly freed up his right hand and used his severely damaged hand to hit the ball in Albert's palm! Slap it down from behind!
With a muffled sound, the ball almost flew out of the tiger youth's arms, but it didn't!
A looming tiger paw holds the ball from the bottom, preventing this crucial one from flying off!
That's Albert's hand, or more precisely, the hand of Albert's clone! However, there is no avatar under Albert's body, even if there is no space, there is no time for the avatar to appear, only this hand appears!
------That is, corresponding to Albert's newly realized [Partial Divine Hidden], [Partial Partial Body]!
In the most urgent situation, the tiger man youth can't even summon the entire clone, but summons one arm of his clone.
It's just a weird arm floating in mid-air, with no support point and no source of power. It is an extremely unstable [existence] that may disappear at any time by itself, but it barely holds the body from below. The ball that should be dropped!
(Really. Lost to a trick I've never seen before.)
At the moment when the blow failed, Man in the Iron Mask Nine sighed inwardly. If King Arthur's hand hadn't been injured, even if the force of the blow was a little bit bigger, the clone arm would not be able to succeed.
There is no accident in this world, everything is inevitable.
If it weren't for Albert's previous series of desperate attacks, there would be no Man in the Mask Nine who would stop his opponent's actions despite being wounded. Had the Iron Mask Nine not been injured, he would have blocked Albert's final blow here, bringing the game to a perfect end.
All of these are the [cause] accumulated before, and the [effect] created.
It wasn't just because of "injury" that he lost outright. He used everything he could to compete with his opponent, but in the end he still lost to his opponent's extraordinary moves, his own vulnerability, and his undefeated fighting spirit.
------In this case, there is nothing to complain about.
It's really a no-complaint, happy battle!
Boom! ------At the end of the series of fierce fights, the two fell together.
The ball held in Albert's hand landed on the bottom line of the British Cavaliers' position by pressing the line, just by the slightest difference, pressing the line!
"...Touchdown!" The referee stared at the bottom line for half a second before making an accurate decision, and blew the whistle loudly: "Two points! 22:21, Sandstorm Sphinx Leading!"
In the final two minutes of the game, in the Sphinx's final bonus game, they used the hardest touchdowns for a goodbye comeback to overtake the British Cavaliers by a narrow one. !
"Very good..." After listening to the judge's sentence, the tiger people's nerves that had been tense for a long time finally relaxed.
Then, as if his body and mind were completely burned out, his vision went black and he was unconscious.
"Your Majesty... The Man in the Iron Mask No. 9..." Pasiva, the defender of the British Cavaliers, came over to check the situation, and he was so nervous that he almost leaked.
"Ah, it was completely put together." King Arthur climbed up calmly, the injuries on his arms looked terrifying. But as long as he went back to the rest area and touched his scabbard, the injury was nothing.
"But it's okay, we still have time," he said, looking at the scoreboard. There are two minutes left in the game. To reverse...estimate is difficult.
But not impossible.
To make the impossible possible has always been the [specialty] of the Knight King Arthur.
"Is he okay?" In the rest area of the Sphinx team, the cat-man boy Mutter with a bandage on his head looked worriedly at the tiger-man boy Albert, who was carried off by a stretcher.
"Just exhausted and fell asleep." The quarterback Shiloma replied: "He did everything he could, let him rest now."
"But..." Mutter looked worriedly at the scoreboard off the court.
The last two minutes were desperate numbers for the British Cavaliers who had to overtake to win. But that number is just as dangerous for the Sphinx, Mutter can expect a frantic counter-attack from Great Britain.
Albert has fallen ~IndoMTL.com~ There are few who can protect the Sphinx. And King Arthur of the Great Britain team...that monster full of energy, took a break in the rest area, and immediately returned to the court alive and kicking.
------Monsters, real monsters!
Is it really possible to stop this monster from going crazy?
"How's your head injury? Can you play?" As if she had read through Mutter's thoughts long ago, Shiloma asked tentatively.
"I'll be there." The cat boy rubbed his forehead and nodded. Although his helmet was damaged just now, there were only a few fragments that cut the flesh on his forehead, and the injury was not as serious as it seemed. Although he also suffered a little concussion, it didn't affect his movement.
If you don't play games because of this injury and don't do your best, how will you face Albert, who has exhausted everything and fell into a coma?
"Very good. Let's prepare when we can play. This is our last battle." Shiloma said without emotion: "No matter how much it costs, we must block the last wave of Great Britain's attack. "