Chapter 1206 Selection in the Ring (37)

In the face of Albert's joking questioning, Bediwell was stern and silent.

The blow just now was so weird.

The blow just now, for a short moment, Albert was indeed "gone".

The tiger didn't disappear from the werewolf's vision, no. Albert's "disappearance" is more like the disappearance of breath.

It was as if his existence had been completely erased from this world!

Hidden magic?

No, it's not. Albert, an orc, couldn't use magic in the first place. What's more, the strange move of completely hiding the "storage zài" is somewhat decisive different from ordinary stealth magic.

It's not a technique to deflect light and make yourself invisible;

Nor is it a technique to block photons with a strong barrier so that their tracks cannot be detected by their opponents;

It is not an illusion to confuse the enemy by hypnosis;

It's even more unfathomable, even more eerie and indiscerning.

It was as if the tiger had distorted its own [save zài] at that moment, and eliminated the fact of its own [save zài] from reality.

Distorted the law of cause and effect?!--Impossible!!

It can't be magic, it can only be a miracle.

But what kind of miracle is that? The miracle of erasing the existence of zài itself, Bedeville has never heard of!

What the hell is that?!

"Come on, again!" Albert said with a sneer, squatting down again in preparation for the sprint.

Do you want to make that kind of move that suddenly disappears and suddenly attacks Bedeville?

Bedeville raised his sword and slashed at the ground in front of him as the tiger sprinted!

The wooden sword stirred up a wave on the snow, and suddenly the snowflakes flew, and a local wind and snow fell!

That's right! Even if Albert can use that weird move to hide his aura in an instant, he still exists in this world! It is impossible for the tiger to really disappear in this world! If it does not really disappear, even if Bediwell does not notice it, Albert's movement should be inferred from the movement of the air!!

Sure enough, the vanished Albert was like an invisible figure, knocking out a big hole in the wind and snow!

There was no Albert in the big snowy hole, and the tiger had already gone around to another place the moment it hit the big hole!

There was a rumor in the back of Bediwell's head! Albert had already slashed down with all his might!

Fortunately, Bediwell also kept a hand, and the sword stab just now was just a false slash! He retracted his sword momentum, and without even looking back, he immediately slashed behind him!

The two wooden swords collided violently, but they made an unprecedented muffled sound!

Then there was silence. In the cold and lonely wilderness of Western Siberia, there was a deathly silence accompanied by a cold wind.

Albert's wooden sword interrupted Bedeville's wooden sword and slammed it into the werewolf's head.

In that moment, Bedwell also fully understood the essence of Albert's strange moves.

That's the real concealment—the complete disappearance of one's own existence, the god-like technique of concealment.

[Shen Yin] (VanishingPoint).

That's not magic. Strictly speaking, it's hardly even a skill. It is Albert, who is a Warcraft hunter, and in the process of hunting Warcraft for seven years, he has been ambushed in the shadows countless times and slowly cultivated the "hidden" ability.

It was only for a moment, and the tiger completely wiped out his breath. Albert, who did not leak any breath at all and moved at high speed, seemed to have completely disappeared in the eyes of his opponents!

There are already people in the world who have an extremely weak sense of existence and are often ignored. After years of hard training, Albert has magnified this "ability" to the extreme, so that his sense of existence has completely disappeared from the world! Even if the opponent's eyes can see Albert, as long as he is not aware of the tiger's existence, it is equivalent to Al has never been seen!

It was just a technique to suppress the aura and make it difficult for the enemy to detect it. The principle couldn't be simpler, and it wasn't a magical feat at all. But when a skill is honed to the extreme, it will be sublimated to another realm. It was reborn and became infinitely close to the existence of God.

The knights of Great Britain also possessed a similar skill for suppressing hostility - [Heartless]. That's the product of the highly sublimated technique of "suppressing the breath", which makes it impossible for opponents to predict their own attack trajectory with their mental eyesight. This extremely high-level combat technique was originally a technique that could only be used by Heavenly Knights.

And Albert's [Shen Yin] is probably the product of the further sublimation of [Wuxin], a kind of divine skill that can only be initially used by long-term hard practice, with a state of mind as clear and transparent as a calm lake.

This is exactly the unique skill that the best Warcraft hunters can use unconsciously after getting rid of a distracting thought. In order to make the Dawn region more livable, the tiger man Albert has been silently dedicating himself for the past seven years, endlessly hunting all kinds of dangerous magical beasts, and what he has done is not in vain!

Bediville, who understood a qiē, breathed a long sigh of relief: "Well done." (It's just a stupid tiger, though.) "Hey, hey, hey," Albert, who was swollen and bruised, showed a victor's smile at this time, "I finally beat you once." Then, according to the agreement, the housework for this month will be your-" "What are you talking about?" Bediwell sneered and shook his head, "Those ten chances have long since run out, before the blow you just hit me. "W-meow?!" the werewolf smirked mischievously, "Think back to yourself, did I deliberately miss a count just now?" Albert's memory went into rewind mode. He remembered something. That's right, between the "last four" and the "last three" of his defeats, Tiger was actually defeated one more time, but Bediwell deliberately didn't count.

"So treacherous. It's all misleading meow from [three times left]?!" Albert was furious: "How can you meow like this! You admit it yourself!" "What did I admit myself? I counted [I'm tired of playing with three left] instead of [I'll lose with three left], is that also a problem?" Bediwell laughed even more treacherously: "You can believe what others say, what's the difference between you and a pig?" "Whew!" Albert stomped his feet in anger and raised white mist on the snow.

"Then, I will leave the housework of a month to you~" The wolf ** swaggered back to the house, and did not forget to wave to the tiger: "Since you are not willing to wash your underwear, I will not force you." But I basically only wear a pair of pants at home, wouldn't it be cheaper for you?--I'll be going out hunting more lately, and when I come back, there will be a lot of clothes that smell of sweat and blood waiting for you to wash, so try hard, hehehehehe. And given your level of cooking, you probably can't make complicated meals, right?When I'm done skinning and deboning all the prey, you'll make it all into a barbecue—of course, you'll take care of the clean-up afterwards, please, oh, oh, hehe-" Albert continued to kick the snow irritably.

Back in time, more than a month later, in the middle of the battle between Albert and the giant Nimitz.

The tiger, who had recovered from his contemplation, just rolled and dodged the giant's fist swung by Nimitz. Thankfully, Albert was far away, and Nimitz's fist went from the moment he hit the target to the time the tiger had some time to react. With his quick reflexes, Al barely dodged the terrible punch.

Although it dodged, the giant's fist still grazed Albert's side, creating a punch that made the tiger feel a tingling sensation all over his body. He knew that the punch wasn't over yet, as the killing intent emanating from his opponent's body still hadn't dissipated.

Sure enough, the giant Nimitz saw that he couldn't hit a punch, and immediately raised his fist and swept it, slashing at the tiger next to the giant fist with a hand knife. Fortunately, Albert was prepared and pulled the triggers of the two weapons in his hand! The kinetic shock wave of the Luna Scimitar combined with the recoil of the Storm Blade Shotgun caused the tiger to fly out of the air in an instant, dodging Nimitz's hand knife.

The hand knife slashed under the tiger's feet and began to shrink. And at the same moment, Nimitz's other hand struck out coldly and struck at the unsuspecting Albert in the air!

Damn! What a quick move! The attack of the previous hand has just ended, but the other hand has already delivered a second blow! Albert couldn't dodge in the air, so he had to raise two weapons and shoot them at the front of Nimitz's fist! Scatter bombs and shockwaves exploded on Nimitz's fist, at least slowing down the power of this punch, and Albert, who retreated sharply with the help of recoil, could also minimize the damage he received when he was hit, which was originally a plan to kill two birds with one stone!

However, in the face of absolute power, these little tricks seemed so meaningless! The giant's heavy fist pressed against Albert like a huge wall, and the scattered bullets and shockwaves barely weakened its momentum! And Albert's sharp retreat with the help of recoil was so insignificant! It was too late to dodge, the tiger had to raise two weapons for a blocking position, and the giant fist smashed heavily on Albert!

Bang!--The tiger was knocked more than thirty yards away and fell to the ground!

"Uhhh He didn't even have time to breathe, and he knew he had to distance himself from his opponent as soon as possible. With Albert's current injury, if he enters Nimitz's range again, it will be over in one breath!