Light Spirit Epic Chapter 2661: Cut the darkness in the blink of an eye
Chapter 2661 slaying the darkness in the momentary light (forty-three)
Feeling that something was not right, Bedivere hurried to the deck of the Dawn to join Albert. And there, in addition to Albert, there are several people waiting.
It goes without saying that Mutter, who has been by Albert's side, is of course there. But why even Constantine came with him? Isn't there Arthur on the other side? ------Although now he is wearing a mask to hide his identity, this guy is snickering hard to hide, and he really doesn't know what he is plotting.
"I can roughly guess why the doctor is there. But why are you here?" So Bedivere asked Arthur first.
"Don't ask me, I'm just here to join in the fun." The King of Knights replied slyly.
Bedivere also knew that it was impossible to ask Arthur why, so he turned to Albert: "So... Al, what are you trying to do this time?"
"A duel with you, of course." The tiger man replied bluntly.
"Seriously?"
"Seriously. I didn't even call the witnesses and the doctor, meow." Albert glanced at Constantine and the others next to him, and at the same time asked the leopard youth beside him: "Seg Ryder, the one I asked you to do before has been made, meow?"
"Of course meow." It seemed that he really made an appointment with Albert, and Leopard took out two swords from his storage pocket. However, it wasn't an actual combat sword, it was just a blunt iron sword for training. It was an iron rod rather than an iron sword, and the blade was covered with a layer of jelly-like misty white substance.
"It always feels different from what I imagined?" Albert groaned.
"Of course. You said you want to make a Luna steel and wood sword for training, but how can you make that kind of thing. This is a substitute meow." Seglade replied, "The blade is wrapped A layer of Luna silica gel, which has been filled with red pigments. Hit the opponent with this blade, the impact will be absorbed by the silica gel, and the opponent will not be injured, but the pigment stored in Luna silica gel will splash out, it looks like It's like real blood meow. It should be fair to use the area where the paint sticks to the body to determine the winner."
"Fair...let's think so." Albert hummed thoughtfully.
"You're not really going to use this kind of thing to fight me, are you?" Bedivere wondered. Those two swords looked like a child's play, just like Albert's actions now.
"I originally planned to use the real sword to decide the outcome with you, but I knew you would never agree, so I compromised." The tiger man replied: "Take it. One per person, just use This attacking opponent. You can use all your skills and weapons to fight against me, but the real attack can only be this training sword, and other skills and weapons are only auxiliary means. And I will do the same."
Bediver frowned. This guy Albert really is serious. Albert, who usually doesn't like to use his brain very much, actually arranged the plan for this purpose. How could he not be serious.
"But why?" Bedivere asked calmly.
The tiger man put on a serious face: "In order to defeat you. In order for you to admit that I am a strong enough opponent. In this way, I can break free from your invisible shackles and do what I want to do. things."
"Why did I become your shackles?" The werewolf youth asked in grievance.
"Humph." Albert did not answer directly, but picked up the blunt iron training sword that Seglade had given him in one hand, and threw the other iron training sword to Bedivere in the other hand:" Don't talk nonsense. Let's fight."
Actually, Bedivere understands the truth, but this guy is too stubborn to pretend he doesn't understand. That being the case, it's useless to talk too much, just use force to subdue this stubborn stupid wolf.
"You really..." Bedivere subconsciously caught the training sword with one hand.
"The rules are very simple. All other means of attack except this training sword cannot be used. The first person to hit the opponent ten times with this sword is the winner." Albert continued: "That's it. It's a deal. Do you have anything to add? We'll fight you on the deck like this, or change the venue?"
Bediver frowned: "There are many people on the deck, and it's not good to accidentally hurt others. Change the venue——I believe you have already prepared the venue?"
As if waiting for Bedivere to say this from the beginning, Man in the Iron Mask Nine (King Arthur) walked to the transport boat with a humming smile: "Huhuhu. Come over."
Bediver followed up with an unhappy face, and got on the transport boat first with King Arthur. Before the others could follow, the werewolf youth complained to the iron-masked man in a low voice, "Why do you encourage that stupid tiger to do such a stupid thing?"
"I didn't encourage him. It was he who made a request to Great Britain." The King of Knights said, "He wants to have a good duel with you one last time before leaving."
"Leaving... what do you mean?"
"He wants to retire from the [Round Table Trial]." King Arthur replied briefly: "Probably because the [Great Hunting Festival] situation on the side of the monster hunters is getting more and more serious, he did not continue to participate in [ For the remainder of the round table trial], I can only apply for self-retirement."
"That idiot..." Bedivere groaned.
"However, why did he ask you for a final duel before he quit, don't you know it yourself?" The King of Knights asked in turn.
Beddieville did not answer.
"Phew. Anyway, this duel is unavoidable for you, so you can fight him well." King Arthur, who seemed to see through everything, hummed. This sort of sarcastic grin sometimes annoys Bedivere.
At this time, the Crab Man also jumped into the transport boat.
Bediver grimaced: "Mr. Li is also coming to watch the game?"
"It looks interesting, I should be able to watch the battle, right?" Li Daoyuan replied enthusiastically.
"Of course. You are welcome to sit back and watch Bedivere make a fool of yourself." King Arthur laughed.
"Why is it premised on me making a fool of myself. Damn." Bedivere rolled his eyes at the Man in the Iron Mask.
"Then meow, I'll come when I go." At this time, Albert also walked to another small transport boat and turned to Mutter at the same time.
The cat boy had already taken a step at this time, originally planning to watch the battle with the past.
"No, you stay on the Dawn. It's safer here." Albert said.
"But------"
"You stay on the Dawn. Please." Albert added with a serious face: "I will come back to pick you up after I win. I promise."
Mutter was stunned and stopped.
"...I want to win." The catman boy whispered.
"Yeah." Albert responded briefly, turned and left.
Whether it can be won or not, Albert's duel will be the end of his [Trial of the Round Table] journey. He decided to do this not entirely because Albert didn't have the energy and time to complete the [Round Table Trial], but because ------
------He's tired of doing things he shouldn't be doing in places that don't belong to him.
Seglade the Leopard joins in the fun and jumps into the transport boat. As if faintly aware of something, even the musketeer Nat and the great mage Logan followed.
"Hey, you guys..." Albert said gloomily.
"Aren't the more witnesses to this duel the better?" Big Mage Logan said with a cheeky smile, "If you only have a few audiences to chat, you two will be lonely, right?"
"No." A drop of sweat appeared on Albert's forehead, but he didn't drive the idlers off the transport boat.
On the other side, there was Constantine who was on the same transport boat with King Arthur and others—of course, he followed as a medical officer to prevent it from happening. Before the transport boat took off, Bedivere jokingly picked up the training iron sword and tapped King Arthur's head lightly. The Luna silicone on the iron sword immediately oozes red paint, leaving a trace on King Arthur's iron mask. trace.
"What are you doing?" The king of knights gave the werewolf youth a white look.
"No...I just want to see if this thing can work properly." Bedivere stuck out his tongue and said, "By the way, if the paint gets on the clothes, can it be washed off.... .."
King Arthur wiped the paint off the mask and glared at Bedivere, so frightened that the werewolf youth hurriedly put away the training sword.
Two transport boats also took off at this time and flew towards a giant stone pillar in the Red Sea Stone Pillar Forest.
As Bedivere expected, the "battlefield" prepared this time was also the top of a giant stone pillar in the Stone Pillar Forest. The battlefield with a flat and circular surface can be said to be very open, and it seems a bit wasteful to only use it for a duel of two people.
"I asked for the last time, is there no chance of you changing your mind?" Bedivere jumped from the transport boat and asked Albert.
"No." Albert also jumped off the transport boat and answered decisively.
As soon as he hits the ground, he is ready to fight. The white tiger of the Holy Spirit has appeared behind him, and the sword in his hand is pointed directly at Bedivere: "I will defeat you here, and then withdraw from the [round table trial]. This farce I've had enough and you're the only reason I'm tied to it~IndoMTL.com~ If you get rid of this [reason] too, I'm not tied to this **** anymore and can do what I want done."
"...really so reluctant to participate in the round table trial." Bedivere sighed, "I thought you were quite suitable to be a knight of the round table."
"Stop joking, who cares about that kind of thing!" Albert grinned, already rushing towards Bedivere.
Although what he is holding in his hand is only a blunt training sword, and the blade is even wrapped in soft Luna silicone, it is estimated that it will still hurt to be hit by this kind of thing. Bedivere then subconsciously raised his sword to block, and the two training swords collided with each other.
Because the blade is wrapped in silica gel, the silica gel absorbs a lot of red paint. When the blade and the blade collided with each other, the paint inside was squeezed out. For a time, the red paint splashed everywhere, and the two all over the body.
"Oh, that's great!" Bedivere glanced at his red-dyed shirt and groaned, "I hope this paint can really be washed off."
"Long-winded!" Albert struck another sword with his backhand, aiming it at Bedivere's forehead and slapped it.