Chapter 1212 Selection in the Ring (Forty-Three)

It is true that the binding power of the medical gel is definitely not strong, and it usually breaks when it is pulled, and it is impossible to have any effect on Nimitz.

The blood of the Frost Giant, even in its normal state, is an extremely powerful cryogen. They freeze as soon as they encounter air, and have nothing to do with the giant's consciousness! They were originally created to help the Frost Giants suppress bleeding, and they are very similar to platelet coagulation with a self-protection mechanism!

However, the excellent bloodline of the Frost Giant has killed Nimitz at this moment! The huge mass of medical gel will condense when it is frozen, and become a kind of emergency bandage for medical use! No! -- It is not so much a "bandage" as a "plaster"! They are made of polymer material, and the molecular structure is extremely tight after freezing crystallization, which can firmly fix the broken bones of the wounded, and cannot be easily destroyed even with great force!!

The mixture of medical gel and the blood of the Frost Giant instantly turned into the last and strongest shackle of the giant Nimitz, and the exhausted giant would never be able to break free from the shackles! What's more, the sticky mass not only affected the power of Nimitz's arm due to its slippery nature, but it also began to stick to the surrounding rocks, sticking more and more rock and soil to Nimitz's arm!

"No!!!" Nimitz exclaimed, his slimy body turning into a huge stone ball that rolled bigger and bigger, and fell down the Red Sea with the rocks!

Boom. The tumbling boulder ball collided with the surface of the sea, making a wonderful muffled sound like a drop of water falling into the surface of a lake, and the force was unexpectedly much smaller than expected.

The Bee Golem on the side has already heard the examiner's impatient sentence: "The giant Nimitz has broken away from the battlefield." The victory and defeat have been decided, the winner, Albert the Warcraft Hunter!" "Huh" The moment he realized that he had won, Albert was relieved, and his whole person collapsed to the ground.

"Meow~" The Holy Spirit White Tiger also returned after solving the opponent, turned into a little white cat, and loomed in front of Albert.

"Thank you for your hard work, Xiaobai. Come back. Albert smiled indifferently. A white light rose from Albert's body, instantly fused with the phantom of the separated Holy Spirit White Tiger, and quickly retracted into Albert's body and disappeared.

At this point, the transports had sailed to the battlefield and split into two parts, one of which flew out to the sea to search for the whereabouts of the giant Nimitz, while the other part of the transports was responsible for picking up Albert. When the tiger boarded the transport boat, the crew on the boat kept throwing strange glances at the tiger.

And that's not all. When the tiger returned to the deck, the candidates on the deck gave him the same strange look. The thoughts of these people, needless to say, are precisely to despise Albert. Albert, who can use the Holy Spirit, is simply a cheating deposit, and it is really unfair to let this kind of guy take the exam!

But people would never have thought that the qiē just now was just a trick. The Holy Spirit White Tiger was nothing more than an illusion, with no actual attack power, and Albert was completely on his own to defeat a strong opponent like Nimitz.

Of course, the other candidates did not know the details of Albert, so they were suspicious. Bediwell and his party knew the details of the tiger very well, knowing that El defeated his opponent by his own strength and a little bit of wit.

So, when Bedeville saw the tiger scarred all over his body, he just cast a warm gaze in his heart: "Won the battle, Al." "Hey, the fight is won, but it's really troublesome! That kind of opponent, I don't want to meet it again!" Albert rubbed his frostbitten left arm and complained, "No, my arm is completely numb, I have to go to the medical room for a checkup." He hurried away.

"The little tiger has grown up. Palamides looked at Albert's back and smiled, "The first step to growing into a great warrior is to be able to stay in danger when encountering a powerful enemy far superior to you, and not lose your will to fight because of despair, nor to get hot-headed because of fear." "Hmm. The werewolf also nodded slightly: "The key to the real decision of victory or defeat is often not the difference in the strength of the enemy and us, but whether you can make full use of the abilities (resources) you have in your hands." If you can make full use of the qiē you have, it is not impossible to defeat a strong person who is several times stronger than you. Zhalfir listened silently to the conversation between his father and the werewolf youth, and took Yiqiē to heart. One day in the near future, Zhalfir will have to challenge his father, Palamides. In order to defeat his father, who is dozens of times stronger than himself, he must start thinking of strange tricks now.

(Someday, my father will impress me as much as he praised Al.) At the same time, Segrade also returned to the deck in a transport boat. Looking at his relaxed face, it seems that the knockout round has been promoted.

"Won?" said Palamides, a little surprised. The battle in Segrade was not brilliant at all, people never cast their attention on the big screen over there, and the attention of Bedeville and his party was also distracted by the fierce battle on both sides of Albert and Elaine, and they never paid attention to the battle of Segrade, and they did not expect Segrade to win so easily and uneventfully.

"Uh, won the meow. Segrade smiled bitterly, "If it weren't for the fact that my opponent is a chattering stupid, I could have won the faster meow." Oh yes, it's loot meow. He took the handle of a weapon from his pocket and shoved it into Bediwell's hand.

"What is this?" the werewolf was stunned for half a second.

The handle, which has no blade and is full of metallic texture, has a complex mechanical structure. It's a well-made lightsaber, and although it's partially destroyed, anyone who knows it can still see its true value. It must have been the weapon that Segrade snatched back from his opponent's hands, and although it seems immoral to snatch it hard, there is no hard and fast rule that the opponent's weapon cannot be snatched in the game.

Segrade saw the glint in the werewolf's eyes, and knew that Bediwell wanted this lightsaber very much, so he continued: "Didn't Mr. Bediwell always want to use the lightsaber? It's the loot you've won back through guò battles, and it should be yours. "If it was up to me, I would have planned to disassemble it into many parts to strengthen everyone's weapons. Segrade himself showed a look of regret: "Is this really okay?" Bediwell shrugged: "This is your spoils, you have the right to decide what to do with it." "Meow" Bedivel put the lightsaber back into Segrade's hand, and the leopard youth looked at the slightly broken lightsaber and fell into deep thought.

About half an hour ago, the second match of the third group of the knockout round: Viscount Luxford vs. Segrade.

Before boarding the transport, Zhalfir whispered to his brother Segrade, "Luxford? Segrade said indifferently: "Even if it is, I have to beat him meow." "That's right, everyone in the industry should know the Rusford family. For those of them in Segrade, whose life is to build weapons, the Rusford family, Europe's largest arms manufacturer and marketer, is synonymous with the most successful weapons craftsmen. The Rustford family's munitions factory is the most authoritative temple in the industry for any weapons craftsman.

It is also strange that the eldest young master of the Luxford family did not sit at home and run a huge family business, but went to such a place to participate in the trial of the Knights of the Round Table.

However, no matter who the opponent is, Segrade cannot afford to lose. He has a wish that must be fulfilled no matter what, and how can he be brushed off in the first game of the knockout round?

When he got on the transport, the young leopard man couldn't help but secretly look at his opponent. Viscount Luxford was a man who exuded nobility, and at first glance he was the son of a rich family. His handsome and thin face, his neatly groomed blonde hair, and his polished, clean-cut light armor gave him a sense of awe. What a stylish young man! Even after about a week of extremely arduous trials at the round table, it still did not wipe out the elegance of Viscount Rustford, but added a kind of fortitude to the Viscount. I'm afraid this man's strength is not bad!――

No, as it should be. Although Segrade had not paid special attention to the Viscount of Luxford before, the Viscount was ranked far ahead of Segrade. The reason why they were arranged to fight in the first round of the knockout round was not because of how high the strength of Segrad was, but because of the strength of Viscount Rustle, and the organizers of the conference originally planned to let Rustford play at least three games to advance! It should be said that it was just the misfortune of the young leopard people to let Segrade meet this kind of opponent in the preliminary round!

No way. It doesn't help to hesitate now. Segrade subconsciously clenched the handle of the Luna Steel Changyue. With the weapons he personally made in his hands and the blessing of the Luna Steel series of weapons, he should win this battle steadily!

At this time, Viscount Rustford also noticed the "glass" weapon in Segrade's hand, and couldn't help but smile contemptuously: "What is that? It's really a layman to fight with this fragile weapon like glass." Segrade did not answer. The hidden strength of the Luna Steel weapon is impossible for outsiders to understand unless they have experienced it personally.