Chapter 1204 Selection in the Ring (35)

In the bitter cold wind of the snowfields of Western Siberia, the competition between two older boys begins.

Of course, they were holding the Holy Spirit, a wooden sword transformed from the cabin in the woods, a kind of training wooden sword that would break instantly when it hit the opponent's body, and could be wielded without fear of hurting the opponent.

Albert, who prides himself on his swordsmanship, is confident that he intends to repair Bediwell and dampen the arrogant werewolf's spirit.

But he soon realizes that he was naïve.

"So—" Bediwell easily dodged Albert's blow, then slashed down with a light swing of his sword, striking it on the top of the tiger's head, "Congratulations, you're dead twenty times." "Whew!" the tiger was stunned. Although the wooden sword broke and disappeared the moment it hit him, the force and angle of the blow were just right, causing Albert a big concussion, and the young tiger man suffered a big blow!

"Why, why does Meow always miss you!?" Albert muttered unconvinced, "Obviously I should be stronger in swordsmanship" "Of course, stupid." Bediwell smiled, "I know that you have been using all kinds of sword blades to hunt demonic beasts for seven years, and your swordsmanship must be very powerful. But it was developed by the Monster Hunters Organization, and the swordsmanship used in [Monster Warfare] - to hunt down those Monsters who have no brains and act on their wild instincts - may come in handy, but [Monster Warfare] is a different story. You don't expect me to be the same size and mobility as the monsters, do you think that I'm as brainless as those monsters, and only know how to act with intuition?" "Damn!" the tiger grabbed a handful of snow in anger and squeezed it tightly.

Although he hates to admit it, Bediwell's analysis is not wrong at all. Although Albert's swordsmanship is sharp and powerful, the routine is too simple, and the track of the move will be seen through by the light. Those ups and downs of sword moves are really effective against the monsters, but they are useless against people, especially against a guy like Bedeville who is agile and nimble. The werewolf is like a catkins in the wind, but no matter how quickly and violently Albert swings his sword, Bediwell can dodge it lightly! Every blow of the tiger is foreseen, and even if there are occasional unforeseen moves, the fast-reacting Bediville can dodge the attack with his super reflexes!

If this continues, let alone a hundred battles, it is impossible to touch a wolf hair of Bediwell in thousands of games.

But the tiger just doesn't give up. He got up again: "Damn-I haven't lost yet! Come again!!" "Guy who doesn't have a long lesson." Bediwell laughed contemptuously and raised his sword. As if releasing water, the werewolf's leisurely posture of holding a sword made his whole body full of flaws.

Of course, there could be no flaw in Bediville, and this qiē was all an illusion pretended by a werewolf.

Without saying a word, Albert raised his sword to attack, and at the moment when he was about to swing his sword, he raised his other hand that did not hold the sword!

The snow in his hand flew out and sprinkled it in the face of his opponent! It was a handful of snow that Albert had secretly grabbed when he had just fallen to his knees! Clever enough to know that a frontal attack would not hit the werewolf, he took this side-of-the-road approach, thinking that he could sneak attack with this - "Too naïve!" The werewolf dodged the oncoming snowflakes lightly and raised his sword to meet them! He already knew Albert's next attack trajectory, even if there were snowflakes blocking the view, there was no difference at all!

The two wooden swords collided together, but the werewolf attacked Albert's sword with the tip of his sword, and the tip of the wooden sword was more powerful than the blade, and Albert's sword was naturally broken! The tiger was taken aback, and before he could retract the momentum of his sprint, he slammed his shoulder into the tip of Bediwell's sword!

"Woo!" Albert's eyes flashed with Venus in an instant, the air in his lungs was drained by the impact, and he himself flew several yards backwards, falling heavily on the snow!

"Oh no!" Bediwell, knowing that he had taken too hard of a blow, hurried over to check on the tiger's injuries. There was a large bruise on the tiger's shoulder, and the blue-black even faintly revealed through the white tiger hair, which looked very strict. Thankfully, the wooden sword snapped and disappeared in time, not penetrating Albert's shoulder.

The dizzy tiger slowly got up, and said desperately: "It's not okay to sneak attack" "The idea is very good, but it's a pity that the technique is too tender." Bediwell laughed: "I have faced an opponent who is dozens and hundreds of times dirtier and more despicable than you, and I still won." How could such a little trick work for me?" the tiger frowned. Indeed, the gap in combat experience between them is too great, especially for people. Is there no way to win anymore?

Looking at Albert with a lost face, the werewolf felt a little compassionate. He took off his small iron pendant and threw it to Albert: "You are too weak, and your actions are too easy to guess." You can't beat me in a hundred games, and I feel like I'm bullying you. It's just a matter of time for Lang to go on like this, so let's change the bet. The tiger narrowed his eyes: "What is the meow bet?" "The hint in this iron card can be seen by you, and you will enjoy the essence of it." But once you've seen it, you can't stop. You'll need to try to hit me in ten hits, or hehe-" Bedeville thought of a big punishment for Albert with his bad brain, "Otherwise, you'll have to do all the housework for the next month, including cleaning, cooking, and laundry." Is that okay?" "Why do you want to cook, your magic house can make food as long as you think about it" "But I still want to eat something made by someone else once in a while." The werewolf smirked, "Don't worry, I will send you as much as I want in the next month, and I won't let you be idle." Albert gave Bediwell a blank look: "Okay." I accept this bet but I~~absolutely~~ don't help you wash your underwear, because, it's so disgusting. Bediwell sneered as Albert picked up the small iron plaque from the ground.

Tiger couldn't wait to open the little iron card, trying to find any hints that would help him defeat his opponent.

And in the mezzanine of the small iron card, there are only two lines of small words:

Abandon the rules and keep the true meaning;

Under the sun, there is nothing new.

After reading it, Albert frowned deeply.

(Totally unintelligible.) "Don't you understand?" Bediwell raised his sword and sneered: "It's a pity, I won't tell you the answer, you need to understand it yourself." "And I won't give you time to understand slowly!" Bediwell didn't wait for Albert to react, and gave the tiger a sword, knocking the tiger in the eye: "Win one game first! We still have nine battles left!" "Huh!" The tiger reluctantly took a few steps back: "What a despicable fellow!" "You can't escape or hide, this month's housework will be all up to you!"

Fortunately, the wooden swords were made by the Holy Spirit, the cabin in the woods, and they would automatically break and disappear when they touched the human body, but the wooden swords and wooden swords would not break when they collided, and there was still a certain guarantee of solidity.

The two wooden swords collided violently, and the sound was quite piercing. Albert was beaten and retreated, and he didn't dare to fight back, for fear that he would reveal a flaw in the air with a sword and be defeated by Bedeville!

However, he couldn't defend like this. After all, the wooden sword in his hand is just a wooden sword, and it is constantly shattering and crumbling in the process of blocking! In particular, the cunning Bediwell keeps repeatedly hitting a fixed part of Albert's wooden sword with his own wooden sword, while Bediwell's own wooden sword keeps changing the striking point! Although the material structure of the two wooden swords is exactly the same, if this continues, even Albert can clearly foresee that his sword will break one step ahead of the opponent's sword!

Snap! The werewolf performed his previous move again, stabbing the wooden sword with a straight stab! The tip of its sword stabbed straight into Albert's wooden sword, and pressed in one breath on the part that had become very fragile after countless repeated blows! As a result, Bedeville's wooden sword instantly pierced through Albert's wooden sword and struck Albert in the shoulder!

"Uhhhh

His shoulder hurt so badly that he was grabbed by a feeling of paralysis! The damn werewolf not only destroyed the tiger's wooden sword with the same sword move, but also hit the same part of Albert's shoulder with the same technique! The old wound was superimposed on the new wound this time, and the tiger's left arm could not move freely for the time being!

"Eight times left. Werewolf reminded with a sinister smile.

Albert shook his head and thought of something.

(Nothing new under the sun.) (Nothing new?) Bediwell's sword moves are different with each blow, and each blow is an improvised, unpredictable move. Because of this, Albert has been suffering, and he must exhaust his mind to predict the trajectory of Bedeville's attacks and react instantaneously to block them.

In terms of reaction speed alone, Albert is definitely not comparable to the experienced Bedeville. Therefore, the tiger could not defeat this opponent no matter what.

But is that really the case?

He seems to have been ignoring something, something particularly important?

Tigers don't have time to think about it. Looking at the oncoming werewolf, Albert could only hurriedly pick up the wooden sword on the ground to face it.

The sound of the two wooden swords colliding echoed in the icy tundra!