Chapter 1562: The Battle on the Battlefield (6)

"It's finally here, little furball!" Although one of Bereld's feet was frozen, he didn't panic at all, but grinned wildly.

He raised four lightsabers to prepare for defense - he was still a cut above Bediwell in close combat, and no matter how the werewolf youth attacked, the gladiator Bereld could easily handle it!

This is true in theory, but in practice?

Bediwell sneered, and rushed over to a round of slashing, while the tungsten tortoise-tongued whip on the other arm roamed around like a poisonous snake, constantly looking for an opportunity to launch a sneak attack on Bereld from the dead end!

The gladiator wielded four lightsabers in response, and the lightsabers collided with Bedeville's Black Moon Shengang scimitar hundreds of times in an instant, bursting out countless sparks in the eye-stopping brawl!

Boom! Tungsten Turtle Tongue Whip struck from behind, but one of Bereld's arms instantly snapped back, blocking the insidious attack with his lightsaber!

Bediwell launched dozens of onslaughts from the front, but the other three lightsabers of the gladiator responded with all their might, and the onslaught was neutralized one by one!

Tungsten Turtletongue Whip still unleashed a surprise attack on the gladiator, stabbing diagonally from the left, from the top of the head, towards the shoulder, and even sneaking under the gladiator's crotch to launch an onslaught from the most insidious corner!

However, Bereld was assigned another arm to deal with the surprise attack of the tungsten turtle tongue whip, two arms were enough to defend against the surprise attack of this whip, and the remaining two arms were used to deal with the scimitar onslaught in front of Bedeville, and it seemed that there was no problem!

"Give up, you can't win!" Bereld smirked. As long as his mind eye technique can still be used, Bediwell has no chance of winning, because all the actions of the werewolf youth will be pre-read by the gladiators before they attack!

However, Bediwell sneered even more proudly: "No, I have already won." ＂

"W-?"

Before the gladiator could react, Bediwell had already increased his attack speed and pressed his opponent with a more aggressive attack! It was already a battle mode of completely abandoning defense and suppressing the opponent with onslaught, and Bedivel didn't seem to care that he might be injured at all! The crazy slashing of the scimitar was slightly messy and undisciplined, but the sneak attack of the tungsten turtle tongue whip became more and more subtle, more and more insidious, almost constantly stabbing at Bereld from all dead corners!

The sound of bells, bells, bells, bells!!, bells

The speed was suppressed?!, the gladiator Bereld couldn't help but have this question in his heart. With four arms, he is very talented, and he is obviously far superior in attack speed, right?!

But why?!Bediwell's attack seemed to be getting faster and faster, so fast that it was breathless!

No, no, it's not because the little furball in front of him is attacking so fast that the gladiator can't breathe.

It seems that because - it has nothing to do with the opponent, he has been a little out of breath since just now!

It's hypoxia!

From the moment ago, Bereld stayed in the Ring of Flames and was attacked by Bediwell, the flames consumed a lot of the air around him, and the last wave of attacks with frost created a tornado, further burning the fire, and further frantically consuming the oxygen in the Ring of Flames! Bereld was too focused on dealing with Bediwell's onslaught, but he didn't know the air situation, and his body was gradually eroded by the lack of oxygen, and he began to disobey the call!

"Did you notice it now, bald man?" Bediwell continued to attack, but an increasingly sinister smile appeared on his face: "I have to say, your physical strength is really good, and you have been able to hold out until now." But--die!!"

And Bediwell's last onslaught was a means to consume the last bit of oxygen in Berelde's body! The werewolf youth's attack seemed to be getting faster and faster, but in fact, it was not because of how fast Bediwell's attack was, but because Bereld's hands, feet, and brain, which was becoming more and more deprived of oxygen, began to dull his hands, feet, and brain!

Oh no, the body can't keep up with the opponent's movements......! The speed of the oncoming luna steel scimitar was so fast, although the gladiator's mental eye technique could predict its coming and trajectory early, Berelde's body was unable to react in time and block this attack!

If you continue like this, you will be hit!!And the scimitar that shone with thunderous light is obviously very deadly, and it is estimated that the game will be over if it is hit! Thinking like this, Bereld hurriedly freed up one hand to defend, although the arm moved very hard, but still forcibly blocked the fatal blow!

The swords collided violently, and the thunder splintered, splashing on the gladiator's body, bringing bursts of soreness and numbness!

"It's over. "Bediwell has already put the tungsten tongue whip back and coiled it around his arm, accumulating power!

As soon as he punched out, the tungsten tongue whip coiled like a spring instantly released kinetic energy, stabbing straight out and stabbing straight into the abdomen of gladiator Bereld!

The gladiator also wanted to move his arm to block this blow, but found that his strength was inadequate! His strength was completely consumed in the fierce battle for a while, and due to the lack of oxygen, his strength could not be replenished for the time being, and his limbs were numb! Even though he forcibly raised his sword to block, the weak block of the four lightsabers was still completely suppressed by the powerful piercing attack of the tungsten turtle tongue whip!

Boom!-The storm flew by, the dust was flying, and Bereld felt like a pile-driving machine exploding in his abdomen, and the sharp pain began in his abdomen and instantly spread to his whole body!

Boom! Berelde's body flew through the wall of fire, flew away from the ring of flames, and then landed twenty yards away, and then glided a full thirty feet on the dusty ground, dragging a trail of blood!

"Ha, ha, ha. Bediwell gasped for air. The flames around him gradually receded, after all, the fuel was burned out. The werewolf youth had a lot of wounds on his body, all of which were burned by Berelde's lightsaber in the fierce battle, and Bediwell's physical exertion was also quite severe, he still miscalculated - he didn't expect Berelde's stamina to be so strong. It was thrilling just now, and I really didn't know who would kill the deer until the last moment. If it weren't for the fact that werewolves had a little extra physical advantage in the race, it is estimated that it would be Bediwell who would not be able to hold on in the end and lose first!

However, it really ended. Bereld's large wound in the abdomen was so severe that it was impossible for the gladiator to even stand up. The battle just now was too dangerous, and Bediwell didn't have a chance to spare his opponent's hand, and the piercing attack he just hit was the full force that Bediwell could take.

That wound didn't look good, shouldn't it just kill Bereld? Bediwell couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. If the opponent dies, Bediwell will also be disqualified.

However, what happened next made Bediwell break out in a cold sweat. It's not that the gladiator Bereld is terrible because he died, what is really scary is that Bereld didn't die, and he slowly got up from the ground!

"Hey, are you kidding?" the werewolf youth looked at his opponent in disbelief.

Bereld was actually just an ordinary human, and he didn't have any super self-healing abilities, so the hole in his abdomen didn't heal. However, the gladiator used his obsession to move the muscles in his abdomen, and forcibly blocked the wound in the abdomen with the tightened muscles to stop the bleeding!

"We haven't decided yet, Mr. Bediwell. The gladiator looked at the werewolf youth with a serious face: "Before the wish is granted...... How could I fall in such a place!"

"Absolutely...... Don't fall!" Bereld, whose face was full of bruises, regrouped again, and there was a fighting flame burning in his eyes: "Absolutely...... Beat you!!"

What a terrible obsession that is!

A normal person has such a big hole in his abdomen, it is estimated that he has already fainted in pain, and even if he did not faint, at least he was so painful that he was unable to resist and wanted to seek healing!

This bald man is obviously just an ordinary human being. But was the bald man really an ordinary human? Bediwell was dumbfounded.

Candidates who want to become knights of the Round Table must have a reason, a pursuit, and a desire that must be realized.

King Arthur's words rang in Bediwell's head.

Victory belongs only to those who will do whatever it takes to achieve their wishes. The deeper the obsession with wishing, the stronger the [power] those people will gain.

A person who can stand up and continue fighting after being seriously injured like that must have a reason not to lose!

However,

"You're not the only one. The werewolf youth clenched his weapon and grinned, "Although it seems ruthless to defeat you here, I will not sympathize with you." I also have a wish that must be fulfilled, to find my son!"

That's right, Bediwell also has reasons why he must not lose. Bereld is not the only one who will do whatever it takes to achieve his wishes. Most of the candidates who came to participate in the roundtable trial this time were trying to chase their dreams or to achieve their wishes.

Everyone is gambling with everything they have.

"If you want to fulfill your wish, you can face me with the consciousness of death!" "The werewolf youth shouted, "I will also use the consciousness of death to defeat you!"

"Then let's fight to the death again!" the gladiator Bereld sneered and rushed towards the werewolf youth.

The frenzied battle between the two has started again, and the decisive outcome is no longer the superficial values of skill and physical strength.

What really determines the outcome is obsession.