Chapter 1557: The Battle on the Battlefield (1)

Poison Master Beite's expression suddenly became ugly: "You...... How could it be ......!"

"Do you think you can win without a fight by trapping me in the police station by trickery?" Palamides grinned and pointed at his opponent, "Unfortunately, I had a friend who helped me get out of the bureau five minutes early. From the police station in Cairo to the stadium, five minutes was more than enough for me!"

"Hmph. Poison Master Beite didn't say anything, just snorted.

"Ahem, be silent! don't make me repeat it a third time!" Cador continued to try to control the scene, but in addition to the people who actually participated in the exam, there were many reporters and media, and even people who were allowed to come to watch the battle, and these people were in an uproar after seeing the Black and Gold Hippogriff, and the scene was not so easy to control. It wasn't until the Black and Gold Hippogriff gave Palamides a look of disgust and then flew away quickly that the scene was finally brought under control.

"Ahem!" Kador snorted, "So, are all the candidates present for this competition, except for the Demon Swordsman Solar?"

"I've been here all along. At this moment, a tightly wrapped man in a black robe suddenly spoke.

"Huh?" everyone then turned their attention to the mysterious black-robed man.

"Mr. Solal!" Elaine rushed over with a happy face.

However, Soral held out a hand and motioned for the White Bear Man not to lean over. Although he didn't show his face, it was indeed Solar's Demon Sealing Bracelet on his wrist - at least the identification signal from the bracelet was like this.

"Well, okay. Kador didn't say anything: "All the candidates participating in the competition, please take their places, the competition is about to begin!"

There are also twelve transport boats on the deck that are ready to send the twelve pairs of candidates who participated in today's competition to the various arenas in the Red Sea Stone Pillar Forest.

"Meow, we'll see you after the game. Albert stepped on the gas pedal on the Bediville Iron Rider and lifted off into the air in a very stylish manner.

"Don't break my iron horse. The werewolf youth stretched his face. He had a bad premonition.

"Hahaha...... I try to ...... Albert laughed. He's going to drive this iron horse to fight against the dragon knight Doha's highly modified black iron horse, and the battle is so fierce that he doesn't want to damage the iron horseman, unless a miracle happens.

Bediwell gave the tiger a blank look, and didn't bother to nag much, so he stepped onto the transport, and headed for his own arena.

"Wow, little furball. Of course, Bereld's guy was also on the transport, and as soon as they met, they seemed to be very familiar with Bediwell: "Given you a night's time, have you thought of any strategy to win against me?"

Bediwell did not speak. Of course, there is a strategy, and the time for Bediwell to prepare is not actually one night, but a month. It's going to frighten this bald man.

"I heard that Logan guy took you as an apprentice. Did he teach you any strange spells?" Seeing that Bediwell didn't speak, the gladiator continued to mutter to himself: "Anyway, no matter what strange spells Old Man Logan taught you, you will definitely not be able to win against me, ahahahaha-"

We'll see. Bediwell was secretly amused.

The battle begins, with the third match of the first group, featuring the werewolf Bediville against the gladiator Berelde.

As soon as he entered the field, Bereld raised a large shield and held in his other hand a photonic stabbing sword that was four feet long. His motivation is very obvious, that is, to take advantage of his ability to use the mind and eye technique, and play defensive counterattacks.

The shield has a huge defensive area, and there are almost no dead spots to speak of, and as long as Bediwell attacks it, the intention and trajectory of the attack will immediately be detected by Bediwell, who is proficient in mental eye art, so no matter which side of the attack is launched, the gladiator can easily defend the attack.

In addition, the bayonet sword is a weapon that is very suitable for shield use, and it can raise the sword to stab the opponent without removing the shield after blocking. This also means that Bereld can counterattack Bediwell with completely zero risk, and catch the attacking werewolves off guard. Originally, if Bereld had just started fighting with Bediville and was not familiar with the werewolf routine, this method of battle would still have a small amount of risk. But Bediwell had already played a practice match with Bereld on the deck of the Great Britain Battleship yesterday, and the werewolf youth's routine was probably thoroughly understood, which meant that Bediwell had lost even the last point of the method that could be used to scare his opponent.

"So the practice match you played with me yesterday also had another purpose. So insidious. After seeing through everything, Bediwell couldn't help but sneer.

"That's pretty much it. Bereld also observed Bediwell's every move from a distance, and sneered: "But can you blame me? If you want to blame yourself, you are too impulsive, just a little provocative, and you will immediately compete with me." In short, you're a little too tender, little furball. ＂

Green tendons popped up from Bediwell's forehead, and this was the third time this afternoon, and he would be so annoyed. [Too impulsive and easy to get angry] may really be a shortcoming of Bedeville.

However, Bediwell held back, a sneer on his lips. Bereld's thought that last night's so-called practice alone had figured out Bediwell's mode of action was a big mistake.

Today, Bediwell does not hold a heavy sword for practice, but a black moon steel scimitar in one hand and a tungsten tongue whip in the other. As long as the weapons are different, the moves cast during the battle are completely different, not to mention that Bediwell has been cultivating in that world nine hundred years later for another month, and his fighting style has become very different from "last night".

As long as the gladiator Bereld was not aware of this fact, the fight was advantageous for Bediwell. However, Berelde's damn mind eye is still very difficult to deal with, and as long as Bediwell starts to attack, he will be seen through. And the more he fights, the worse it will be for Bediwell, because his attack routines will gradually become familiar to his opponents.

Therefore, at this time, you can only fight quickly, and use a quick attack that Bereld can't even react to, and the gladiators are caught off guard.

Bediwell took some pine powder from his belt bag and quickly smeared his Black Moon Steel Scimitar while his opponent was still on guard from him. This time, there are three types of pine resin powder that Segrad prepared for Bediwell, including thunder, flame and frozen, and Bedivel has not actually tested the effect of these pine resin powders, so to be honest, he did not expect much from them. However, a single smear of powder can increase the attack power of the weapon, and it is definitely not a loss to do so.

And he was very witty, and as soon as he came up, he smeared the scimitar with thunderbolt pine resin. The slightly sticky powder of pine resin was absorbed by the blade like a magnet chip, exploded under the impact, and began to exert its effect, bursting with dazzling golden thunder.

"Oh?" Bereld snorted as he looked at the light of the thunderbolt, "Interesting little trick." ＂

"It's going to be even more fun when this actually knocks on you, dead bald. Bediwell snorted coldly.

Then he rushed forward without thinking about it, raising his scimitar and slashing at his opponent's shield.

However, the shield was excellent, not only heavy, but also deeply enchanted, and it was able to withstand the slash of Bediwell's Luna Steel Scimitar, leaving only a shallow opening!

You must know that the luna steel scimitar is actually compressed from a huge mass of magnesium aluminum alloy blocks, this blade looks very light, but the actual volume is dozens of times the original, you can imagine it as a giant stick thicker than a human waist. After such a strong impact, the ordinary shield would definitely collapse in an instant! The big shield in Berelde's hand was only slightly damaged, and the arm of its holder had not been numb, which showed that the big shield was also a rare gem!

However, there is a second variation in Bediwell's attack.

The power of Thunderbolt Pine Resin is already extraordinary, and the black "coating" on the surface of this Black Moon God Steel Scimitar is actually [Dragon Enka], a special paint made from a mixture of dragon's brain and dragon saliva, which can store the energy of Thunderbolt Pine Resin. In addition, Segrade has also deliberately adjusted the dragon fragrance coating to make it store energy in a different way - after the pine resin is applied, it does not continuously release energy for a period of time, but only releases energy at the moment of hit.

Therefore, the Black Moon God Steel Scimitar that struck on the big shield instantly burst out with a strong thunderbolt, slashing down on Berelde's big shield like a furious heavenly thunder, creating a powerful explosion!

The impact was so great that Bereld began to lose his shield, his body leaned back, and his shield arm was also shaken open because of the impact, revealing a flaw!

The tungsten tongue whip on Bediwell's left arm instantly pierced out like a spear, straight to his opponent's right chest!

The tungsten tortoise tongue whip, which had been coiled around the werewolf youth's arm to accumulate power, burst out like a spring that broke through the walls of rock, easily pierced the human body, and created a huge hole in the human body. If this blow hits, it will be killed in an instant, and Bereld has already lost his balance and fallen backwards due to the collapse of his defense, no matter how powerful he is in this case, it is estimated that there is no way to dodge Bediwell's attack, right?!

However, the werewolf youth was still too naïve. Bereld, who was falling backwards, sneered, and suddenly waved his left hand holding the shield backwards, and stabbed his right hand with the sword forward!

As a result, Berevel's tungsten tortoise-tongue whip grazed under the armpit of Bereld's right arm, leaving only a bloody mark, while Berelde's bayonet sword stabbed Bedivel's face like a stabbing one, almost piercing Bediwell's left eye! If the werewolf hadn't let go at the last second, it is estimated that half of his face would have been destroyed by the photon stabbing sword!