Chapter 1223 Selection in the Ring (Fifty-Four)

After chatting with Elaine, Constantine turned around and walked out of the infirmary, but happened to meet the heavenly knight Parin Lorre.

"Uh, Grand Duke?" "Don't care, go do what you have to do." I have something to talk about with that kid. Parin Lore said calmly.

"However, he is still recuperating" "Just a couple of words, it won't take a long time." The Heavenly Knight waved his hand: "The knockout tournament is still ongoing, and there are more candidates who were injured in the battle waiting for your healing." Go ahead, don't delay. Constantine, the Knight of the Round Table, nodded reluctantly and continued walking.

But he hadn't taken a few steps before the phone rang in his pocket.

What kind of uninteresting guy is calling me at such a time? Constantine held a sulk in his heart, picked up the phone and asked coldly, "Who is it?" "It's me." King Arthur's slightly nervous voice came from the other end of the phone: "Constantine, according to you, I have waited until lunchtime. But Greenway hadn't woken up yet, and didn't seem to be planning to come for lunch. This had never happened, and there was something wrong with her body. A drop of helpless cold sweat broke out on the corner of Constantine's forehead: "Maybe it's just because the queen fought with that group of twilight cultists last night and worked too hard." It is actually very common to have a little drowsiness after excessive fatigue, and it is not a serious illness. Yet King Arthur stubbornly repeated: "This has never happened, not even when Greenville was a healer, treating hundreds of wounded patients a day." She is also the most professional and will always do a good job of strict health management. It's impossible to think about oversleeping and not wanting to get up to eat. Constantine's forehead was bruised, but the other party was the king of Great Britain and the top boss of the Knight of the Round Table, and no matter how unhappy Constantine was, he couldn't be angry with King Arthur, so he had to suppress the anger in his heart and whispered: "Your Majesty, please wait patiently, at least until this evening*." If Queen Greenway doesn't wake up by then, we'll begin a detailed physical examination of her. (*Note: There is a two-hour time difference between London and Cairo.) Depending on the location of the Red Sea, the time difference between London and the Red Sea can be two to three hours. "What if by that time her condition has reached the point of no return?" "You're too worried. Constantine said angrily: "All in all, I have to stay on this side of the Red Sea to take care of that group of candidates now, and I can't leave at all." This is a matter of human life, and the queen has just slept a little longer, she can wait. There was a gurgling sound from the joints of King Arthur's fist on the other end of the microphone, and the sound alone could feel the momentum of the king almost crushing the phone. But Constantine was also a doctor, and he would not back down when it came to helping the wounded, even if the other party was the king.

"Understood. King Arthur calmed down and said, "I'll wait." Although I just want to come over and dismantle you kid right now, I know you're right. In that case, you should stick to what you think is right and don't back down. However, if Greenway doesn't wake up after dinner time, I'll bring her to you myself. At that time, you will grit your teeth and wait for a punch!" "If this can restore the queen's health, I will be glad." Constantine replied with an unchanged face, "However, I advise Your Majesty not to use the portal. The redshift during transmission can have a negative impact on the health of critically ill patients who are unconscious. "I know. There was a click, and the communication was cut off. There was only a murmur of electromagnetic waves on the other end of the phone. It is not so much that King Arthur hung up the phone, but that he directly crushed the phone.

"Ugh. Constantine used his brain to make up for King Arthur's angry look when he pinched the broken phone. It's scary just to think about.

At the same time, in the cubicle of the medical room, Elaine, who had just said goodbye to her friend and was about to lie down to recuperate, found that someone had walked into this cubicle.

"Uh, Grand Duke?" Elaine swallowed. At such a close look, the Heavenly Knight Parin Lorre is really scary. This old man in his fifties has not been worn away by the years at all. In addition to his strong body, the tense muscles of his body exude a terrifying force at all times, giving people a sense of horror [he has a murder weapon all over his body].

However, Palinlore has a kind face—just by looking at his face—and has no terrible temperament of "the ultimate murder weapon in the world".

"Lie down, don't salute, I'll say a few words and leave. Parin Lore said with a flat face, and found a seat to sit down: "First of all, congratulations, little ghost. Today's battle is exciting, and the organizers of the Round Table Trial appreciate your watch very much. "Uh, thank you. The White Bear Man replied with a red face.

"What the hell are you shy about?" Parin Lore raised his eyebrows, "If others praise you, just accept it happily." "But, but—" "But, that's not all you have. Palinlore went from praise to relentless criticism: "You could have used more power to beat your opponent to the ground." But you didn't. On the one hand, it is because of the fear of the opponent's attack, and on the other hand, it is also because of the fear that if you use all your strength, you will destroy your body, right?" Elaine looked at the Grand Duke of Parinlore in a daze, and a drop of sweat broke out on her forehead.

(He knows?!)" Whew. Palin Lore smiled coldly, picked up an iron tray beside the bed—the kind used to hold medicines and surgical utensils—and placed it in his palms—and kneaded!

Knead again!

Knead a hard and tough iron tray like kneading dough!!

But he didn't stop there, and continued to knead! The metal tray that had already turned into an iron ball was constantly compressed, compressed, and compressed again in the palm of his hand!!

Elaine watched the performance of the Heavenly Knight, and her face turned pale with fright. The legendary strange power reckless man, the strength is exaggerated to this extent!!

Finally, lying quietly in the palm of the Grand Duke of Parinlore was an iron bean as big as a soybean. The large iron pallet, which was originally fifteen inches wide, has been compressed to this terrifying size! Its density, needless to say, is also surprisingly high!!

"Give. Palinlore shoved the little iron bean into the White Bear Man's hand, Elaine took it with difficulty, and the high-density iron bean almost pressed the White Bear Man's bear paw heavily on the hospital bed, it was terrifyingly heavy!

And Parin Lore spread his palms as well. After all, his palm was a human hand, and it was impossible to be safe in the almost crazy compression process just now. The skin and flesh on it have long been opened, and the flesh and blood are blurred, I'm afraid it's not ordinary pain!

However, Palinlore's palm was healing itself at an astonishing rate! In a matter of seconds, the skin of the palm was regenerating, the flesh was reinstated, the flesh was reinstated, and the network of capillaries was restored, as if nothing had happened, and appeared unharmed in front of Elaine's eyes!

"Super, super recovery," the White Bear Man muttered in surprise.

"Yes, super resilience. You have the same thing, but you never know how to use it properly. Parin Lore sneered: "The human body is capable of exerting several times the ability beyond the limit, but the human brain does not allow the body to behave like this. When the force is overused, the muscles will tear, the bones will shatter, and even the nerves and blood vessels will be devastated. Human beings are usually only able to exert about 30 percent of their physical potential, and even after long-term and rigorous training, their potential can only be exerted at most half of their potential -- this is really a kind of Lang fee. Elaine looked confused: "I don't, I don't understand" "I really just want to say," Palinlore grinned, and said bluntly in simpler words, "You have the same physique as mine, and you have that kind of super recovery ability." Why can't you do what I can do? It's because your body is subconsciously limiting your strength. Whenever you are going to exert all your strength to the point where it will damage your physical body, your head will send a signal to suppress your power. As a result, you can't even take half of the power you should be able to muster. No - maybe worse. In addition to the insurmountable physical factors, the psychological factors also control your performance. "Psychological, psychological?" Palinlore glared at Elaine and narrowed his eyes, "You kid is scared." You're afraid of pain, you're afraid you'll hurt yourself if you shoot with all your might, right?" the white bear man swallowed again.

"That's not going to work, little ghost. The expression of the Heavenly Knight became even more profound: "To be honest, you are not a piece of material to be a knight at all. Modern knights require excellent mobility, strong judgment, quick reflexes, and sharp combat instincts. You don't have any of these most basic conditions. Beads of sweat the size of beans burst out of the white bearman's forehead. He still understands this little thing, a fool. Although I knew it in my heart, I was helpless.

"The specialty you have is your innate strong offensive and defensive ability, as well as that monster-level regenerative power. Parin Lore deliberately pinched Elaine's bandaged arm with his hand: "However, if you can't fully play these strengths, I can assert that you will definitely not be able to continue to advance." Regardless of other opponents, as far as that [Magician on the Battlefield - Lawrence the Strategist] is concerned, as long as you know your details, it will be a piece of cake to defeat you. You have no speed or skill, and your brain is not good, and your opponent can play you around with a few tricks. A frustrated glint immediately flashed in the white bear man's eyes: "Sure enough, it's still the same" "That's why I ask you, little ghost." The Grand Duke of Parin Lore stared at the White Bear Man with a sharp gaze as sharp as a knife: "Do you want to win? Give full play to the advantage you have to make up for your shortcomings, and endure the great pain of heart-rending pain to win-can you show this kind of awareness?"