Chapter 1232: Rest in the Silent Night (9)

After Albert put on that strange outfit, Daddy Sphinx turned and walked to a dark corner of the main hall and beckoned, "Come along." From the dim light in the dark corner, there seemed to be some kind of elevator there. Where it leads is unknown.

"Oh," the tiger vaguely agreed, and followed. As soon as he took a step, the protective gear on his body began to rub against his body, making the tiger feel extremely uncomfortable.

Especially the crotch guard that is hard and poorly breathable. It buckled in front of the important parts of the tiger, and every step it took produced a strange friction feeling under the crotch of the el, which was almost uncomfortable. The thought of how vulnerable this part was (probably) in the next battle only made Albert feel even more uneasy.

The elevator door opened, and the space inside the elevator was very large, enough to accommodate more than ten people at the same time, but its lighting system was still dim, was this the fun of the Sphinx dad?

"I've seen your decisive battle today. The elevator started to move, and it was only Albert and the Sphinx. Daddy Lion began to chat with the young tigerman: "To be honest, your battle was very exciting, especially the one where you sprinted towards the giant at the end and achieved a great reversal. "Really meow?" Albert instantly became happy: "Hey, hey, it turns out that there are still people in the world who know how to appreciate my fight." "Of course, my sweet little grandson. Daddy Sphinx smiled mysteriously: "The huge talent hidden in your body that is incomprehensible to others, as long as you use it wisely, over time, it will definitely be able to shine." Until then, let me borrow your power. "Borrow?" Sphinx didn't answer Albert's question directly, but instead asked another question: "Do you know what this gear you are wearing, my little grandson?" Albert fumbled with his armor.

This armor is strange enough, it can be described as soft on the inside and the outside. Its interior is covered with a sponge-like enchantment that absorbs impacts, and Albert under the armor will not feel the impact at all even if he knocks its shell, while its exterior is made of high-strength titanium and carbon alloys, and several hard armor plates form a whole that can spread the impact, supplemented by an enchantment that increases the hardness and flexibility, making the armor surface unbelievably hard.

Helmets, needless to say, are specially designed to enhance impact resistance. Its smooth eggshell-like outer layer effectively glides through shocks, while the soft inner layer absorbs shocks that cannot be fully resisted, so that the wearer is protected from concussions. Due to the special design for orcs, there is still a space for ears on the helmet, and Albert's tiger ears can stretch comfortably in the helmet without feeling aggrieved at all. The most peculiar thing is the transparent goggles that come with the helmet. Is this meant to fend off bullets?

All in all, it's all impact-resistant. With this equipment, you can walk even in dangerous areas full of explosives. But it's only resistant to [impact], not so much [slash] and [puncture]. If an enemy were to assassinate Albert with a sword, the armor would be useless and would be slashed by the sharp blade.

Seeing that the tiger was getting more and more confused, and it was estimated that no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't come up with a correct answer, so the Sphynx father smiled indifferently and announced the answer: "This armor is the armor of [Dark American Football]." Albert's eyes widened, "Uh, Dark Meow?!" "Dark American football." Daddy Sphinx repeated, "Have you ever played American football, my dear little grandson?" Albert widened his eyes: "Uh, that America? refers to the legendary [Dragon Continent] meow?" "It's indeed [Dragon Continent]. Daddy Lion nodded: "American football is a sport that has emerged in the past 100 years. It is said that after an expedition from a certain country crossed the Atlantic Ocean to the American continent, they saw the giant beasts fighting each other and were inspired to create a new type of sport, but some people believe that this kind of sport has been recorded in the black history libraries of various countries for a long time, and it is a mysterious sport that has been handed down from ancient times. "It's like football and basketball," Albert muttered. This common sense tiger still has.

"Yes, like several other balls, their provenance is long since nowhere known. All we know is the rules and how they are played. Daddy Sphinx reached out and patted Albert on the shoulder. Of course, he slapped a palm on the tiger's shoulder armor. The shoulder armor with strong impact resistance still couldn't fully resist Daddy's slap, and Albert could clearly feel the weight of Daddy's palm.

If you are slapped by this palm without wearing armor

"That's what sport is. It doesn't matter where you come from at all, what matters is whether the sport is popular or not. Daddy Sphinx sneered, "Next you will join my [Sandstorm Sphinx Team] and bring victory to our game!" Albert A bead of sweat the size of a bean broke out from the corner of his forehead: "But, but I don't even know the rules of American football!" "You don't need to understand the rules right away, someone will explain it to you later." The rules are actually very simple, and you can figure out the basis of it in five minutes - and that's enough. Daddy patted Al on the shoulder again, almost slapping the tiger all the way around, "And what you have to do is simpler: sprint the ball into the enemy line, rush all the way to the bottom line of the opponent's position, and complete [TouchDown] to earn the team six points." In short, it's all about running – running around the enemy's blocks, reaching the finish line, and you'll be victorious. "Uh," Albert sweated more, "it's simple, but" "Didn't you do the same thing in your battle with the giant Nimitz today?" Sphinx added, "You finally rounded the giant and rushed behind Nimitz, and your fluency was simply wonderful. I'm sure you'll be able to do the same thing again, my lovely little grandson. Albert became more and more embarrassed by this. He blushed and whispered, "Well, Daddy, can you stop calling me [Little Grandson] all the time? The deal with the Jewel Queen is over, there's no need for us to continue pretending" "Okay, I'll just call you [Little Tiger]." Daddy Sphinx patted Al on the shoulder again, "Young people are so shy, hehe." At the same time, the elevator reached its destination. Judging from the weightlessness they had felt along the way, Albert and the others had been sent somewhere very deep underground. What is there in this deep underground?

"Whoa, a!——a

"Welcome to the paradise deep underground, [Dark Arena]. The Sphinx said dramatically as he walked out of the elevator with his hands outstretched.

Albert walked out with a puzzled mind, observing the "arena".

The so-called Dark Arena is actually an underground stadium - a stadium built in a huge underground space that can accommodate more than 100,000 spectators!

And in the middle of this stadium is a stadium specially designed for American football. It's halftime now, with staff trimming the turf on one side and a large cheerleading squad and live show on the other. There were about 30,000 spectators on the stage, and they were already so excited just watching this halftime performance that it was hard to imagine how crazy they would be during the actual game!

Albert couldn't help but glance at the huge scoreboard on the pitch again. This is the [Sand Storm Sphinx] vs. [Guinea Giants], and the Sphinx's team is trailing by a large margin with a score of 21-35. No wonder the Sphinx dad is so anxious to get Albert to play. He probably wanted to rely on the tiger as a foreign aid to save the decline of this game.

But what can Albert, a layman who knows nothing about American football, do?

The puzzled Tiger was taken to the Sphinx team's lounge. In front of him was a group of orcs with their upper bodies exposed, sweating profusely, and panting with exhaustion. The scene seemed to be very desperate.

Father Sphinx came to a slender and elegant tiger man: "Xiloma, this child will be left to your care." Let him be the runner of the storm, Lord Sandrock. The players in the team suddenly widened their eyes and looked at Albert with incredible looks. The man who took the lead, known as the captain of the team, was even more surprised and exclaimed, "W-this little ghost?!!How is he qualified!" Daddy Sphynx raised his hand and glanced at his watch: "Is there five minutes left in halftime?" You can give him a good explanation of how to play American football for five minutes, and then you can go on the field. "Yes, Coach. Tigerman Shiloma replied. Although there was obvious disbelief written on his face, the Sphinx Daddy was absolutely decided, and no one could stop it, so he could only carry it out faithfully and thoroughly.

A cold sweat broke out on Albert's forehead, and it seemed as if he had been involved in some very troublesome incident.