Chapter 1205 Selection in the Ring (36)

Once again, the two entered into a fierce offensive and defensive battle, and of course, Albert was still defeated by the onslaught of the werewolves, and could only blindly defend.

Beatyville's sword moves became faster and faster, and the tiger was negligent and unguarded, and was sent flying again!

"Seven times. Bediwell repeated the countdown as if urging him. Albert didn't have many opportunities left.

The tiger got back to his feet, meeting it with all his heart, and carefully watched Bediwell's attack pattern as he continued to defend.

It's weird. No matter how flexible and unpredictable Bediwell's sword moves were, there seemed to be something in common in some of the decisive moves that werewolves used to defeat the tigers.

Something indescribable, but it does exist, can be sensed.

As Albert was distracted, another blow slammed into the tiger's forehead. It was a thud that Bediwell could smash his skull with all his might, and replaced it with a normal weapon—even the lightest and most fragile twig would have shattered Albert's skull to death. Luckily, they're using a training wooden sword that breaks when they hit their opponent!

"Six times. Bediwell counted down mercilessly: "It's cheap." That blow would have been enough to kill you ten times. "Uh!" the tiger clutched his head, his eyes shining, and he was in pain. But he gradually understood something.

It's momentum.

All other attacks are feints, feints made to distract the opponent. The sword moves that Bediwell really used to defeat his opponent were often different in momentum at the moment of attack, and they were full of killing intent.

Is that what it means to abandon the rules and keep the truth?

If you can easily distinguish which moves are false moves and which attacks are real kills, then this battle has a slight chance of winning.

Albert breathed a sigh of relief and focused on the battle again. This time, he carefully observed his opponent's attack, using his whole body to sense the subtle changes in the momentum of Bediwell's attack, trying to distinguish between the virtual and the real.

"Hah

But what's wrong! There was no killing intent in this blow?

However, if you don't dodge, it's still not good!

Albert flinched, raising his sword to block and jumping backwards as he could!

Whoosh! As if to see the tiger retreating, the werewolf's heavy blow came to an abrupt halt after falling halfway. He took a forward step and chased after the tiger that had fallen backwards and lost its balance!

The half-dropped wooden sword changed its trajectory and turned into a sweep, a sweep full of murderous intent!!

"Woohhhhh

"Five times. It's really not a long memory. Bediwell looked at the tiger coldly and mocked.

It hurts. Albert reached out and touched it, and there was a bruise on his abdomen, which would induce a sharp throbbing pain at the slightest touch.

"It's not too late to give up, if you admit defeat now, you will be punished for doing a week's chores at most, at least not for a full month. "Bediwell seduced the tiger with sweet words.

"Who will admit defeat!" said the tiger unconvinced.

"Then I'll give you another good fight. The werewolf rushed forward with his sword raised.

Whoosh! Another murderous attack!

But it looks like a powerless sweep and no one is going to make a killing move as soon as it comes up, right?!

No matter, block first--the tiger just wanted to block Bediwell's attack with the wooden sword, but the werewolf's sword instantly twisted and moved to the bottom of Albert's arm!

The wooden sword slammed into the back of the tiger's hand, and Albert only felt a tingle in his hand! The next second, his wooden sword had already flown out of his hand!

Beverwell rushed over, slammed Albert with a shoulder dash, and stabbed the tiger as it flew into the air!

Immediately afterward, Albert's heart-rending screams echoed across the snowfield. He was poked in the vital part this time, and it can be said that it really hurts his heart!

"Whoa, whoa, bastard!" the tiger covered his ass and got up, a hot pain underneath. Bediwell's tactics are becoming more and more vicious and dirty.

However, the tiger cannot blame anyone, and the real fight is often like this - as long as the opponent can be defeated, any despicable means can be used. Chivalry or something, it's just a stupid excuse made up by the fools of high society who don't know anything about combat, and only laymen who don't know the truth will abide by it.

You can use any technique, not even obsessed with a sword or the same weapon, and when it matters, you can even use your body to knock your opponent away and create a flaw.

That's probably what it means to abandon the rules.

"Four times. The werewolf said contemptuously, "Was that blow cool?" The tiger had a bruise on his forehead, "Damn bastard, I'm going to beat you!!" he rushed up and continued to grapple with the werewolf, trying to catch the moment when Bedeville was killing. The werewolf shook his sword several times, and suddenly exuded murderous intent all over his body, raising his sword and stabbing at the tiger! Albert learned to be obedient this time, and dodged the fatal blow with a quick dodge! -- but he guessed wrong! Bediwell's sword stab was still a false move, and the real killing move came only after the tiger dodged, and a sweep hit Albert's throat!

"Ahem, ahem, ahem!" The tiger that fell to the ground coughed incessantly, almost suffocating.

"Do you think that if you catch the murderous aura of my attack, you can win the game? It's naïve, and the murderous aura can be hidden. Bedivel smirked. The previous attacks full of murderous intent were all bait, a play to trick the tiger into falling for it. The real killing intent, how could it be detected by the opponent casually!

Albert was completely toyed with applause. The same thing seems to have happened once before - when facing a certain heavenly knight.

If the opponent is an experienced Heavenly Knight, there is nothing to say if the tiger loses. But the opponent in front of him is nothing more than a stupid wolf! a competitor who is about the same age as Albert (in fact, Bediwell is four years younger than Albert) and should have started at the same starting point!

Losing at the hands of this guy again and again, where does Albert's face go?!

The enraged tiger slashed with his sword, forcing the werewolf to retreat and defend for the first time. Yes! Bediwell has so much more combat experience than Albert that his attacks are impossible to predict! Since a prediction is ineffective, then there is only one way left to attack! Attack is the best defense, as long as you use a storm of slams to beat Bediwell to the point where there is no room for counterattack!

Smack! Success!!Albert's lucky success breaks Bedwell's wooden sword!

"Got it!" the tiger sprinted with a sword, thinking it would take out Bedeville!

Unexpectedly, the werewolf shook lightly, and at the same time stretched out a hand to catch the half-cut wooden sword that was broken and flew away, and was still in a circle in mid-air! Before the wooden sword could disappear, the werewolf instantly circled around Albert's side, aimed at the tiger's lower abdomen, and poked it with a half-cut short sword!

"Poof-" Albert spat out a mouthful of blood, and his abdomen was poked in pain!

"Three times. Bediwell kicked the tiger who was on his knees panting and said sternly, "Don't delay, get up." The tiger swung his sword diagonally upwards and swept it towards Bedeville's jaw!

It didn't work, the werewolf had no flaws at all, and with a backward lean, he avoided the tiger's sneak attack, and at the same time kicked Albert in the jaw, kicking the tiger away!

The tiger in mid-air didn't even have a chance to keep his balance, and Bediwell's wooden sword obeyed, stabbing the tiger in the shoulder with the werewolf's hard thrust!

"The last two chances. Hey, hey, hey, hey. Bediwell laughed heartily, full of malice.

Albert was constantly defeated, and he was simply defeated, and he didn't even have a chance to win half a time. The tiger got up from the ground, panting and covered in wounds, and seemed powerless to fight again, and it was impossible to turn defeat into victory.

And yet—Albert got up from the ground, and instead of his previous rage, he became calm.

Werewolves have far more combat experience than tigers, and no matter how hard Albert tries, he will definitely not be able to defeat this opponent.

Since you know that you will never win, there is no need to dwell on winning or losing. Albert, who thought of this, was suddenly relieved.

But even once, even if it's just once, to surprise this arrogant stupid wolf.

Bediwell, however, suddenly sensed that something was wrong. The tiger in front of him suddenly seemed to be a different person, and the aura emanating from his body was different.

No, it's not different, it's faded!?

Albert suddenly fell to his knees.

Kick--whoosh! The big cat's crouching, followed by a sharp dash towards the werewolf!

It was supposed to be a blow full of killing intent, and Bediwell should have chosen the right time to dodge based on this murderous aura, but the werewolf unexpectedly discovered that Albert was gone!

He's gone!?

Whoosh! The werewolf heard the sound of the sword and hurriedly jumped back to dodge! Fortunately, his hearing and reflexes were excellent, and the wooden sword slashed through his chest, but it never touched Bedeville's body!

In the midst of that rapid world, Beddell was completely unable to locate Albert, but he retraced his opponent's attack and learned Albert's general direction. Therefore, the moment of dodging the sword blow is also the moment when Bedeville counterattacks. His wooden sword slammed upwards and sent Albert flying!

"Ha, ha, ha! one last chance!" Bedivel gasped. The amount of exercise just now was not large, but the instant dodge and counterattack just now gave the werewolf great psychological pressure, so that Bediwell could only rely on panting to relieve it at the moment.

Albert was sent flying and hit the ground again. Such a fiasco, but the tiger didn't care, and got up with a wicked smile:

"Scared you?"