Chapter 1203 Selection in the Ring (34)

Although Albert was already in a deep despair and unable to act, his opponent did not give the Tiger Boy the slightest respite.

The giant Nimitz had already taken advantage of the victory, charging towards Albert, and when he was close to twenty feet, he immediately threw two punches in succession!

The two heavy punches on Nimitz's left and right instantly grew larger at the same time as they were swung, pressing straight over like a huge mountain, forcing the tiger to have nowhere to dodge!

And Albert knew that his mobility could not dodge at all, whether it was sideways or backwards, he would definitely be hit by these giant fists!

Despair!

There is nowhere to escape, and there is no way to defend against it! If you take these two punches hard, what awaits Albert is a fiasco!

Wait a minute.

The tiger had a flash of inspiration and had an epiphany at the most critical moment.

(If you can't dodge sideways, or if you can't go back-) whoosh!!

At the moment when the tiger was about to be hit, he raised two weapons and stabbed them at the ground, and at the same time kicked the ground hard, pulling the triggers on both weapons with both hands!

(--Wouldn't it be nice to dodge in the air!)Bang!!!-- The two muffled sounds exploded at the same time, merging into a unique sound!The plug-in on the Luna scimitar is a device that creates a vacuum shockwave, while the Storm Blade is even simpler, just firing at the ground, bursting out of large-caliber shotshots! However, the recoil of the two weapons firing at the same time is amazing, and they cooperate seamlessly with Albert's kicking action, producing a powerful vertical explosive force like a rocket eruption in an instant, propelling the tiger into the air!!

Whoosh - Albert leaps into the air as the giant Nimitz's arm sweeps across the ground!

No, it's not over yet! If Nimitz really has the kind of physique that can grow into a huge body at ease, he will definitely carry out a follow-up attack and knock Albert who can't dodge in mid-air into the air! Even if he dodges the most dangerous attack, Albert's situation is still not optimistic!

In this case, the attack is the best defense! The tiger did a somersault in the air, and the moment he was able to face Nimitz head-on, he immediately raised the blade of his gun and fired!

Bang! The large-caliber shotgun turned into a rain of iron beads in the air, showing countless parabolas, and spilled diagonally towards the giant Nimitz! This blow, even if it could not really hurt Nimitz, could at least force the giant to take a defensive posture and delay the timing of his attack again!

The shotgun was about to hit Nimitz! As Albert expected, Nimitz was retracting his two gigantic arms, and it was time to start defending!

But he didn't! His arms didn't have time to shrink back, he could only twist his body and dodge the oncoming scatter particles as much as he could!

Dozens of shotguns grazed the giant Nimitz's side, leaving scratches on the man's strong, muscular body!

Boom! Albert hit the ground and immediately galloped out, keeping himself at least thirty yards away from his opponent!

After reaching a safe range, the tiger asked suspiciously, "Why didn't you block meow just now?" If you can make all parts of your body huge, this kind of scatterball is not interesting at all?" Nimitz showed a poker face: "That kind of thing is similar to tickling, and you still need to block?" Albert frowned.

No. Definitely not like that. Nimitz is lying! What the damn giant is hiding!

That's right, the attack just now wasn't because Nimitz didn't want to block, but because he couldn't block it!

It must be very expensive to use money to unblock one's ability to make every part of the body huge! That would cost half a million, or maybe even more! Albert didn't think that any of the candidates who took this exam could come up with such a large sum of money!

Nimitz did use money to unlock the gigantic power, but he only did a part of it—his two arms! That is, the rest of Nimitz's body couldn't be gigantic except for his two arms?

Although the giant's ability is against the sky, Nimitz can only use those two arms to instantly become huge and attack or defend! The rest of his body still remains about the same size as a human!

Well, maybe it works!" Albert smiled. As long as he reasonably lured Nimitz's two arms to attack and drained the giant's "shield", Albert would have a chance to attack Nimitz's main body!

Tiger's win rate suddenly changed from zero percent to one percent! Despite the slim hope, he still has the potential to win!

About a month ago, the Western Siberian snowfields.

"Huh~" Albert yawned and got up from the couch when it was already noon.

After defeating the Snow Armor God, Tiger stayed at the werewolf Bediwell's home for a while, during which time he lived a lazy life. The Holy Spirit, the hut in the woods, can provide them with almost all the resources they need to live, that is, they don't even have to cook their own food, they only live in their clothes to reach out for food.

"Goo" The tiger touched his belly and felt a little hungry. Is it time for lunch? Where did that guy from Bediville go again?

Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. Outside the house, there was a burst of orderly and steady rhythm of the wind.

Albert scratched his head, and Bediwell must have been exercising outside the house again. At least five days a week, the werewolf would wake up early in the morning and work out in the cold and snowy waters of the Western Siberian snowfields—though he would be lazier than Albert for the rest of the day or two.

"Beddy, it's time for lunch!" said the tiger, who casually threw on a warm coat and pushed open the door to the cabin.

A biting gust of cold wind hit Albert, causing Albert to shiver. Despite the clear skies and the sun illuminating the snowfields today, the cold in Western Siberia is far stronger than the warmth of the sun.

In the midst of this bitter cold wind, Bediwell was bare her upper body, half-squatting in the snow to practice her fists. His lower body was only wearing a pair of pants, which were also clothes that did not have the slightest ability to keep out the cold.

"You're more motivated than usual. Albert was dumbfounded.

"Today's weather is good, so let's wear less and practice more. The werewolf replied casually, and at the same time he swung his fists in turn, and the sound of his fists was the same as the wind that the tiger had heard earlier.

The sharp punch that broke through the wind was the secret of Bediwell's moonlight wave. It was just practice, and the werewolf hadn't swung those fists with all his might—both fists would have surpassed the speed of sound if he had done it for real.

Looking at the occasional beads of bean-sized sweat oozing from the corners of Bedwell's forehead, Albert remained silent and quietly watched the werewolf continue to exercise. He had noticed the small thing hanging around Bediwell's neck, an iron plaque that looked like a pendant, but was much rougher.

Whoosh!Whoosh!!!The werewolf threw several punches hard, then finished his workout, retracted his fists and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Ha, starving! Where's lunch?" Bediwell straightened up and walked into the house.

"What is that?" Albert asked, as he walked back into the house with the werewolf. His eyes never took off the iron plate on Bediwell's chest that glittered in the sunlight.

"Oh, this?" the werewolf touched his iron pendant with his hand, "It's just a decoration, a souvenir from my teacher who taught me swordsmanship before." "Is it Meow? Someone else taught you swordsmanship?" Albert suddenly became interested, "However, I rarely seem to see you use a sword." "It's not so much swordsmanship as it's fighting skills. The teacher said that I don't really need to worry about using a sword. Bediwell shrugged his shoulders and went into the room to retrieve his pants from a chair and put them on. Fragrant lunches had already appeared on the dining room tables, and they were still slowly emitting melodious white smoke.

"Whatever it takes, as long as you can win against your opponent, right?" Albert looked thoughtfully at Bediwell's pendant and asked tentatively, "You are so strong because of that teacher's teaching?" "Perhaps." Bediwell replied ambiguously, wiping his sweat with a towel. In fact, most of his strength is due to his long-term training, and it has nothing to do with Lancelot, who originally taught him swordsmanship. But, of course, Lancelot's teachings were the trigger for Bediwell to become stronger, the foundation of the foundation. So it can also be said that without Lancelot's teachings, there would not be the strength that Bediville is today.

Moreover, the most valuable knowledge that Lancelot taught Bedeville was, in fact, there was only one sentence.

"By the way," Bediwell smiled mysteriously at the tiger, "this iron plate contains a sentence that the teacher left for me. Anyone who has read and understood the true meaning of this sentence can become stronger. Do you want to know what that sentence is?" The tiger's ears moved: "Hmm" Seeing that Albert was hesitating, Bediwell laughed even more: "Of course I won't tell you in vain." Shall we practice with the wooden sword we used for practice in the afternoon? If you can defeat me, even if it is just a game, I will tell you the secret hidden in this iron plate. "It's arrogant. Albert was immediately unhappy, and immediately revealed a hideous cat face: "Look at me beating you all over the ground to find your teeth!" As a Warcraft hunter, he learned swordsmanship from the Hunters' Association. All kinds of thin swords, long swords, big swords, and extra-large swords, the tiger has basically used them for more than two years; he is proficient in sword-bladed weapons, and he has been fighting monsters in various harsh natural environments, and his swordsmanship has long been honed to the point of perfection.

If it is purely a swordsmanship, Albert has the confidence that he will not lose to anyone! He is proud of his swordsmanship, but he is so provoked by Bedeville, how can he stop there?!