Chapter 1562: The battle in the battlefield (six)

Chapter 1562 The Battle of the Battlefield (6)
"It’s finally here, little hairball!" Although Bereld was frozen in one foot, he did not panic at all, but grinned and grinned.
He raised four lightsabers to prepare for defense. He is still superior to Bediville in terms of close combat. No matter how the werewolf youths attack, the gladiator Bereld can easily deal with it!
In theory, is it actually?
Bedyville sneered, rushing past is a round of slashing, the tungsten tortoise whip on the other arm is like a viper, and constantly looking for opportunities to launch a sneak attack from the dead corner to Bereld! &●°C●°C●°C,≌□≈⊥p;
The gladiator waved four lightsabers to deal with it. The lightsaber collided with Biddyville's Black Moon Steel Scimitar for hundreds of times, and shot countless sparks in the fast-moving chaos!
Boom! Tungsten tortoise whip slammed from behind, but one of Bereld's arms slammed in an instant, using a lightsaber to block this sinister attack!
Brush it! ! Bediville re-launched dozens of attacks from the front, but the other three gladiators of the gladiator responded with full force and resolved the storm!
Hey! Boom! Tungsten tortoise whip still slammed into the gladiator all the time, stabbed from the left side obliquely, stabbed from the top of the head, stabbed toward the shoulder, and even secretly drilled from the gladiator's armpit, thinking from the most Insidious dead ends launch a storm!
Hey! Hey! However, Bereld has assigned an arm to deal with the assault of the trembling tongue whip. The two arms used to defend against the whip have been enough. The remaining two arms are used to deal with the frontal scimitar of Bediville. There is no problem with the storm!
"Give up, you can't win!" Bereld smirked. As long as his mind is still available, Bedieville will not have a chance to win, because the werewolf youth will be read by the gladiators before the attack!
However, Bedieville sneered more proudly: "No, I have won."
"What?"
Without waiting for the gladiator to react, Bedieville has speeded up the attack and put pressure on the opponent with a more aggressive offensive! It was already a kind of fighting mode that completely gave up the defense and slammed the opponent. The Biddyville did not seem to care that he might be hurt! The slashing of the scimitar is slightly messy and lacking the rules, but the sneak attack of the trembling tongue is more and more subtle, more and more insidious, almost always spurting from the dead corners to Bereld!
Hey, hey! ! ! The sound of the gold and stone cross-talking is endless. Ordinary people can no longer see the attack of the two people. They can only see the two warriors slashing with the almost invisible fast-swinging arm, and the sparks that alternately flash like stars in the sky!
Is the speed suppressed? ! In the fight, the gladiator Bereld couldn’t help but raise this question. With four arms, he is talented, and he is far superior in attack speed. !
But why? ! The attack on Bedieville seems to be getting faster and faster, and it’s so fast that it’s breathless!
No, it’s not right, it’s not because the attack speed of this small hairball in front of him is too fast, so that the gladiator can’t breathe.
It seems that because he has nothing to do with his opponent, he has been a little breathless since the beginning!
This is hypoxia!
From the beginning, Bereld stayed in the flame ring and was attacked by Beddyville. The flame consumed a lot of air around. The last wave of frost attack created a tornado and further fired the fire. Further madly consume the oxygen in the flame ring! Bereld was too focused on dealing with the storms of Bediville, but he was unaware of the air condition. His body was gradually eroded by oxygen deficiency and began to listen!
"Is it now, dead bald?" Beddyville continued to storm, but the more insidious sneer appeared on his face: "I have to say that your physical strength is so good, you can continue to the present. But die!! "
And Betteville's last repeated attacks are the means to clean up the last point of oxygen in Bereld's body! The attack of the Werewolf youth seems to be getting faster and faster, but it is not because of how fast Badiville's attack speed, but because the more hypoxic Bereld's hands and feet and the brain are beginning to be dull!
Worse, the body can't keep up with the opponent's movements...! Beryld secretly complained in his heart. The speed of the Luna steel scimitar that was cut on the face was so fast. Although the gladiator's mind can predict its momentum and trajectory early, Bereld's body could not respond in time and block this attack!
If you go on like this, you will be hit! ! The scimitar that shines with thunder is obviously fatal, and it is estimated that the game is over! In this way, Beryld hurriedly vacated a hand to fight back. Although the arm moved very hard, it still forced the fatal blow!
Hey! The swords violently collided together, thundering, splashing on the gladiator's body, bringing bursts of numbness! After being shocked, Bereld also stepped back and the whole body lost its balance in a backward trend!
"It's over." Biddiville had already collected the Tungsten Tortoise Whip and rolled it on his arm, accumulating power!
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He punched out, and the tungsten tortoise whip, which was coiled like a spring, instantly released his kinetic energy. He stabbed straight and stabbed the gladiator Bereld's abdomen!
The gladiator also wants to move the arm to block the blow, but finds that the power is not enough! The strength is exhausted in the fight for a while, and due to lack of oxygen, his strength can not be supplemented temporarily, the limbs are numb! Even if he forcibly lifted the sword block, the four-handed lightsaber's powerless block was completely suppressed by the powerful puncture attack of the tungsten tortoise whip!
Boom! The storm flew and the dust fluttered. Bereld felt like a pile driver blasted in his abdomen. The pain began to spread from the abdomen to his body! On the belly of the gladiator, a hole of the size of a fist was opened, and the whole person flew out! !
boom! Berard's body passed through the fire wall, flew away from the flame ring, and then landed twenty yards away, and then slid on the dusty ground for thirty feet, dragging a blood mark!
"Hah, ha, ha." Bedieville gasped with a big mouth. The flames around are gradually receding, after all the fuel is burned out. There are a lot of wounds in the werewolf youth, all of them were burned by Bereld's lightsaber in the fierce battle, and Betteville's physical exertion is also quite powerful. He still miscalculated and did not expect Bereld's endurance. So powerful. It was just a thrilling point. It’s really not fighting until the last moment. If the werewolf had a little extra physical advantage in the race, it is estimated that the final loss will be Betdyville!
However, it is really over. The big wound in the belly of Bereld was so serious that Bettiville estimated that the gladiator could not even stand up. The battle just was too dangerous, and Bedieville had no chance to stay with the other side. The puncture attack that was just played out was the full blow that Bediville could take.
The wound didn't look so good. Wouldn't it be that Bereld was killed directly? Bedyville couldn't help but sweat. If the opponent dies, Bedieville will also be disqualified.
However, what happened next made Bediville scare another cold sweat. It’s not because the gladiator Bereld’s death is terrible. The real thing is that Bereld’s guy didn’t die, and he slowly got up from the ground!
"Hey, kidding?" The werewolf youth couldn't believe his opponent.
Bereld is actually just an ordinary human, and he does not have any super-self-healing ability, so his abdomen's hole has not healed. However, the gladiator used his own obsession to move the muscles of the abdomen, forcing the wounds of the abdomen with the tightened muscles and stopping the blood!
"We haven't scored yet, Mr. Bedieville." The gladiator looked at the werewolf youth seriously: "Before I reached my wish... How can I fall down in this place!"
"Absolutely... can't fall down!" Bereld, who has been raging in his face, has once again regrouped, and his high-spirited flames are burning in his eyes: "Absolutely... Beat you!!"
That is, what a terrible obsession!
Normal people's abdomen is opened such a big hole, it is estimated that it has already fainted, even if it does not faint, it is at least painful to resist, want to seek medical treatment! But Bereld is still pressing his teeth, forcing hemostasis, then standing up like an iron man, standing up and continuing to challenge his opponent, Bediville!
This bald man is obviously an ordinary human being. But is this bald really an ordinary human? Bedieville looked dumbfounded.
Candidates who want to be a Knight of the Round Table must have a reason, a pursuit, a desire that must be realized.
Bedyville’s words echoed King Arthur’s words.
Victory is only for those who do not hesitate to pay all the price for achieving their wishes. The deeper the obsession you want to achieve, the stronger the [power] that those people will gain.
Those who have been seriously injured and can stand up and continue to fight must have a reason that they must not lose!
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"You are not the only one." The Werewolf youth clenched his weapon and grinned: "Fail here, although it seems ruthless, but I will not sympathize with you. I also have the desire to realize, to find me. Son!"
Yes, Bedieville has a reason to never lose. The one who can afford to pay all the price in order to achieve aspiration is not just one of Bereld. Most of the candidates who came to participate in the round table trials are trying to chase their dreams or struggle to achieve their wishes.
Everyone is betting on everything.
"If you want to achieve your wishes, you will come up with a deadly consciousness!" The Werewolf youth shouted: "I will also take out the mortal consciousness to fight you!"
"Then we will once again fight to kill!" Gladiator Bereld sneered, rushing to the werewolf youth.
The mad killing of the two people started again, and the decision to win or lose is no longer the superficial value of technology and physical strength.
What really determines the outcome is obsession.