Chapter 1567: The Battle on the Battlefield (11)

The void light swept like a black shadow, and in an instant, the gladiator Berelde's legs were cut off!

"It's not over yet-!!!" However, the obsessed Bereld did not forget to launch a final attack before falling to the ground, and the remaining three lightsabers in his hand slashed down towards the silver wolf from three different directions!

The silver wolf was completing his goal and was about to retreat, but he didn't expect the opponent to come to this set, so he had to twist his body and retreat and hide!

The trajectory of the three lightsabers overlapped with the figure of the silver wolf, leaving several scorching marks on Bediwell's back and shoulders!

"Wooh!" the silver wolf made a difficult backward movement, and as soon as he withdrew, he rolled on the ground in embarrassment, rolling several times before stopping!

(No more!-)

(If you don't cancel it again!-)

The silver wolf who was injured and fell to the ground hurriedly lifted the transformation of the beast transformation technique, and changed from a wild wolf back to a werewolf youth!

"Ha, ha, ha, ha!" Bediwell dragged his aching body to his feet, his throat irritated by the urge to vomit. His mind was hazy, his consciousness wandering between man and beast, and he almost couldn't recover. But he forcibly bit the handle of the Black Moon God Steel Scimitar, and through the pressure of the handle fed back to his teeth, he barely managed to stay awake!

This is the personality of the beast in which Bediwell surrendered his consciousness to the beast in his body, and was still able to keep the last bit of humanity for a long time.

A beast would never bite a sword to fight, which is contrary to nature and is the blurred line that distinguishes man from beast.

By restraining his own behavior, he focused what little humanity left on the extremely simple task of controlling the clenching of the Luna Steel Scimitar, and after the transformation, Bediwell's weak consciousness as a [human] was retained, and was not completely consumed by the consciousness of being a [beast].

All of this is the special ability that Bediwell spent a whole month training in the "other world" nine hundred years later, and mastered the special ability [Beast Liberation].

The personality of the "beast" in Bediwell's body is too dangerous and terrifying, but it is still "controllable" to a certain extent. When the Bedivel beast transforms into a silver wolf, it is like being in a small control room inside his body, manipulating a wild wolf to fight.

Although the wolf was wild, and most of the time he did not listen to his commands, he could understand the orders given by Bedeville a little, and knew how to carry them out. And, even in the most critical moments, it didn't erode away what little humanity Bedydweller had left, isn't it quite "empathetic"?

And now, the beast's consciousness has completed its mission and has begun to sleep.

It took dozens of seconds for Bediwell to completely suppress the beast nature released in his body and restore his humanity. When he could think normally, Bediwell hurriedly raised his head and looked in the direction where the gladiator Bereld had fallen! Fortunately, he did so, and fortunately he regained his humanity quickly enough, because Bereld had already jumped up frantically, and at this moment, he was pressed towards Bedivel from the air! The gladiator raised two lightsabers and stabbed at the werewolf, the ferocity was simply terrifying!

How did he jump?!The first thing a startled Bediwell did was to jerk backwards! Then he could see clearly that even though the gladiator's legs had been severed, Bereld was still using his two extra arms to support himself and leap!

No, it's too late to retreat, you'll be hit! Bediwell's heart tightened, and he didn't think much about it, and took a picture of the silver bracelet on his right arm!

It is a powerful stimulant developed by Old Man Logan, although the effect is far inferior to the real [Time Acceleration Water], and it has nothing to do with time magic, but it can instantly increase the user's reaction speed!

At that moment, the whole world seemed to freeze, and time flowed at an extremely slow speed! Of course, this was just an illusion caused by the over-excitement of Bedeville's nerves, his mind was spinning rapidly, but his body did not break through the barrier of time, as if he was placed in a muddy and viscous mud, and it was difficult to move! This is not real time magic after all, thinking can become faster and the body can't keep up with the rhythm, after all, it doesn't make much sense!

Damn, I'm going to be hit!" Bediwell cursed to himself. Could it be that with victory in sight, do you have to be counter-killed by the enemy?!

(No!never!)

(Get moving!Get moving!!-)

(I still have a wish to fulfill, how can I fail in such a place!-)

As if a miracle had happened, Bediwell's paranoia twisted the will of the world, and his body was able to move slightly!

Bediwell himself knew very well that it would be absolutely impossible for him to completely dodge his opponent's attack!--However, it was possible to move his body slightly so that his opponent's attack would not hit the most vital part!!

In this world where time almost froze, Bediwell clearly saw the trajectory of the opponent's attack, and knew which part of his body the gladiator Bereld's two lightsabers were going to pierce him!

Then, as long as you move your body with this attack, even if it's just a little bit-

Zaza!!Two lightsabers pierced Bedeville's chest and lower abdomen!Pierced from the front and out from behind!Blood splattered!

Yet Bedeville still stands, the deadly lightsaber grazing past his heart, past his liver, but not directly through the most important organ in his body!

The werewolf youth used his last bit of strength to raise his sword and sweep, chopping off the gladiator Berelde's sword-holding hands! Berelde's severed hands instantly lost the strength of their sword, and the unheld lightsaber closed in an instant, and the blade disappeared!

The pain caused Bedeville to fall to the ground, and the gladiator with his severed arms lost his balance, somersaulting in mid-air, following inertia, flying over the werewolf youth's head!

Both fell to the ground at the same time. The pool of blood on the ground expanded rapidly. Both were so badly injured that it would normally be difficult to tell who won and who lost.

Bediwell, however, got up first. The stimulant he injected into his body also had a strong analgesic effect, so he didn't feel much pain after being hit, and while his blood was spreading and his heart was beating faster, the muscles in his chest were also abnormally inflated, and he was lucky to temporarily block the wound to avoid heavy bleeding!

And Bereld, who had broken his hands and feet, was not so lucky, and the gladiator with only two arms left could only crawl on the ground, no matter how he looked at it, he was unable to get up and continue fighting!

"But, damn it...... I definitely don't...... Bereld was still trembling and trying to get up. The last remaining lightsaber in his hand was also short-circuited due to the contamination of blood, and the lightblade part began to light and dark, and even occasionally disappeared.

"I absolutely ...... Want...... Win you!" the gladiator who should have fainted a long time ago was still supported by his crazy obsession, and he stared at the werewolf youth with his fiery eyes that burned violently like flames, and with his bloodshot and bulging eyes!

There are still such stubborn people in the world!

We must not relax! We must not act rashly! We must not underestimate the enemy! That guy has not given up yet, and he may still attack with all his might!

That last counterattack can even bite the throat of a lion!

However, the nerves in Bediwell's whole body only tensed for about a minute, and the effect of the stimulant passed! He became extremely sleepy in an instant, and it was difficult to even stand up! The wounds on his chest and shoulders were even more bloody, and he couldn't stop it! At the beginning of his mind, the only thing he could do was to hold himself and not let himself fall before his opponent!

The final duel between the two warriors, without moving a single sword or shot, is a complete contest of spirits - or rather, a contest of perseverance in victory!

(Damn bald, why don't you fall yet!)

(If you don't fall again, I'm going to fall!)

All the sights in front of the werewolf youth had vanished, leaving only darkness.

(Husky ......!)

Yet he was still awake and standing.

(Husky!)

He saw his son in a hallucination. He shouted.

(Husky !!!)

He must not show weakness in front of his own children! In the hearts of that child, Daddy is a great hero.

Hero, how can you fall so easily!

"Really...... From Bedivel's eyes, which had traveled thousands of miles away, the gladiator Bereld sensed something.

Their [enlightenment] and [pursuit] are not at the same level at all.

Bereld would rather die than lose the game;

Bediwell, on the other hand, would rather lose everything than lose his last hope.

Therefore, the werewolves, no matter what, will not fall before the gladiators!

(There are people in this world who are more persistent and more distorted than I am.) ）

(What a hateful and pitiful little furball.) ）

The final battle came to an end in less than a minute: it was the gladiator Bereld who fell first!

He was completely unconscious, but a calm smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Victory, victory and defeat have been decided!" flew past the bee golem used for filming, and the referee's verdict was announced: "The winner of the third game of the first group is the werewolf Bediwell!"

The goddess of victory smiled at the most victorious-minded warrior - it was Bedeville who won the most difficult duel!

After hearing this sentence, Bediwell fainted with relief.

"It's just against a bald man, and that wolf is really embarrassed. Knight of the Round Table, who was watching the battle from the bridge, couldn't help but scoff. This was clearly said to King Arthur, because Cador had a lot of complaints about the fact that the Knight King had been pampering Bedeville lately.

"Uh-huh. The Knight King muttered, a little absent-minded. He had heard Beddivi's name before he fainted, and it sounded familiar. However, the Bee Golem, who was in charge of recording the game, was unable to record the audio well, because the distractions in the battlefield were so great.

(Is it just a delusion?)