Chapter 1559: The Battle on the Battlefield (3)

"Interesting. Gladiator Bereld looked at Bediwell's peculiar stance.

What is the purpose of circling oneself with a tungsten tortoise-tongue whip? Does this whip really have any special function of perceiving everything that comes close?

But the whip is just a whip, a dead thing. No matter how special the whip was, or how powerful the magic it carried, it was never a part of Bedeville's body. There is always a slight delay in manipulating a weapon to attack or defend, and it is absolutely impossible to use a weapon as easily as a part of one's body.

But what about Bediwell's confident attitude? Closing his eyes and using the whip entirely to sense the opponent's attacks? Wouldn't the risk be high if the whip failed?

With this in mind, the gladiator Bereld did not dare to approach rashly, but slowly advanced step by step, testing it first.

Keep delaying, fool. Bediwell chuckled inwardly. Because of the nature of the tungsten tongue whip, the longer it drags on, the more beneficial it is for Bedeville. The dagger at the end of the whip has been treated with dragon incense, which has the property of storing magic and even energy. This is true for the smeared pine resin, and the same is true for the electricity emitted by the electrical discharge organ in the prosthetic leg of Bediwell's left arm.

Nowadays, in addition to playing a defensive role, the tungsten tongue whip is gradually being charged. When Bereld gets closer, a whip filled with powerful electricity will definitely make the gladiator look good. And most importantly, the cast of that power is a directionless, indiscriminate all-round attack - that is, Berelde's mental eye cannot predict the direction of its attack, at most it can only predict the timing of its attack.

Even if the timing was known, as long as the nature of the attack was not revealed, Bereld would definitely be startled by the sudden storm of lightning and perhaps paralyzed by the electric shock. That's when Bediville earned it.

Bediville had already seen through it. The gladiator Bereld was too confident, and all the weapons he carried were for close-range combat, but he had no means of attacking from a distance. It is precisely because of this that Bediville can take advantage of this kind of place!

Click, click, click. The gladiators were approaching step by step. The footsteps were soft, but definitely not impossible. Could it be that Bereld took such a light step that he thought that the werewolf youth with a super sense of hearing could not hear?

Bediwell did not let up the slightest, still keeping his eyes closed and fully focused on defending. The principle of the defense ring composed of tungsten turtle tongue whip is simple, it uses the subtle potential difference near the ring to react. Whether it is the enemy or the weapon in the enemy's hand, as long as it is close, it will cause a change in the potential difference in the surrounding atmosphere, and the whip after being energized is very sensitive to this subtle potential change, the specific principle is not even clear to Bediville himself, he only knows that it can be used in this way.

Perhaps the original source of the tungsten tortoise tongue whip, the tongue base of the swamp giant tortoise, originally had this property.

All Bediwell needed to do was to make the whip "semi-automatic", automatically reacting to the changes in potential around it, and automatically meeting it, just like an iron object is attracted to a magnet. In this way, no matter which direction the opponent is attacking from or how fast the attack is, the Tungsten Turtle Tongue Whip can automatically meet it, and it is powered by electricity, and the reaction speed is close to the speed of light.

This is indeed not a high-level combat skill that can predict the enemy's attack like running [Heart Eye Technique], but in terms of results, what it can do is not much different from Heart Eye Technique, and it can even be said that its defensive performance is better than Heart Eye Technique, because defense is the whip's own business, and there is no need for Bediwell to worry about it!

Bereld's bayonet stabbed from Bediwell's left, and from the bottom upward, at a sharp angle, fast and hard. Bediwell really didn't react at all, and he didn't even have time to dodge, and he should have been stabbed normally. However, his tungsten tortoise-tongue whip reacted automatically, and the ring formed by the whip twisted downward, and the attacking bayonet sword flicked away!

"Oh!" the gladiator who had not succeeded in the blow exclaimed, "Sure enough, there is some ability!"

You must know that it was an assault that he used with all his might, and it was an assault with his usual hands, using the lightest bayonet sword. This kind of rapid assault is rarely possible in the world, and ordinary people are already struggling to avoid it, let alone use that whip as thick as two thumbs to block it!

Of course, Bereld did not understand the principle of the protective ring of the tungsten tortoise-tongued whip of Bediwell—in fact, Bedivel himself did not understand it—but the weapon in his hand happened to be restrained by this protective ring. Because it was a photonic weapon, the shape of the bayonet was bound by an enchantment driven by electromagnetism. What tungsten tongue whips are best at detecting changes in the electromagnetic field.

No matter how many attacks you attack, it won't work, it's just a waste of energy, Bediwell thought to herself. But Berelde, the bald man, did not believe in evil and wanted to continue to attack, so he went around the back of Bediwell, and launched a fierce attack on the werewolf youth with both swords!

Stabbing and lightsabers stabbed from the left, right, from above, from below, diagonally, slashing longitudinally, sweeping, slashing, trying to find the dead end of the Bediwell protective ring from any angle. But all the attacks were in vain, and the Tungsten Tongue Whip moved on its own as if it were alive, and with subtle and delicate twists it blocked the gladiators' stormy onslaught!

Each attack bounced off, or was deflected, and was directed in the direction that could not hurt Bediwell. The missed attack was supposed to drag Bereld's body, causing the gladiator to lose his balance and go down—Bediwell was waiting for that moment—but Bereld's experience in combat, his delicate control of his center of gravity, and his ability to capture each attack allowed him to lose his balance.

What a tricky enemy. A cold sweat broke out on Bediwell's forehead. Both offense and defense are so steady, the gladiator Bereld looks rough, but in fact he is surprisingly a thoughtful man. So this offensive and defensive war has become a war of attrition, neither Bediville nor Bereld dare to have the slightest slackness, as long as one of them relaxes, the balance of attack and defense will be broken in an instant!

However, Bediwell always had the upper hand, although his opponent was unaware of it. Bediwell did not use his own intentions to control the whip for defense, and most of the whip's defense was carried out automatically by following the electromagnetic force. Bediwell just needs to keep his mind awake and calm, continue to power up the whip, and let the whip play freely. His attrition in this battle should be minimal.

And what about Bereld's side, the gladiators had to calculate the angle and direction of the attack with each attack in order to break through the Bedivel defensive ring. Not only does he have a huge physical exertion when he makes a move, but he also has a lot of mental exertion. It's strange to fight like this, not to get tired!

Sure enough, after more than 300 moves, Bereld began to show symptoms of fatigue. As can be guessed from the time interval between the whip blocking the opponent's attacks, the gladiator's moves have slowed down significantly, the amplitude and frequency of his moves have slowed down, and they have become more and more monotonous.

Is Bereld at the end of his life? Is he unable to come up with a better and more tricky way to break through Bediwell's defensive ring? If so, the time for Bedivel to counterattack is not far off!

This time, Berelde's attack was blocked, but he himself couldn't keep his balance. He was a little tired from playing, so he was gradually infected by anxiety in his moves, and he didn't have the strength to make a good shot. Since you are human, you are bound to make mistakes. It's just that this mistake will make Bereld regret it for the rest of his life!

This is it!Bediwell sensed his opponent's loss of momentum from the feedback of the whip, and opened his eyes in an instant. The Black Moon Divine Steel Scimitar in his right hand also slashed out, attacking the unbalanced gladiator Bereld! Bediwell retracted his hand alertly, but it seemed too late!

Bereld didn't make a mistake, it was his feint!!Pretending to lose his balance and falling to the ground, in fact, Bereld was still able to stand firm!He stabbed the bayonet sword in his right hand to the ground to create a supporting force, and the other hand with the lightsaber had broken through Bediwell's defenses and stabbed straight towards the werewolf youth's shoulder!

Fighting is not just a victory achieved through patience, but also a victory achieved by deception. Since Bediwell defended so tightly that ordinary attacks can't break this protective ring, then just make a feint and let the werewolf youth remove the protective ring by himself!

The straight lightsaber was about to stab a hole in Bediwell's shoulder, destroying the werewolf youth's right arm. However, at that moment, the gladiator saw the sneer on Bediwell's face, and felt that something was wrong, and immediately withdrew his hand and wanted to escape, but it was too late!

The tungsten tortoise tongue whip protective ring that had been stored for a long time began to discharge! A powerful storm of lightning fled back and forth along the ring, creating a storm of lightning that swallowed everything around it!

Fighting is not only a victory achieved by fraud, but also a victory by relying on anti-fraud! This is the game that Bediwell has laid out from the beginning, a plan in the plan, a hidden aftermath after a killing move, and it is here, waiting for Bereld to throw himself into the net!