Seeing Richard raising his eyebrows, his opponent Hei Man, holding a giant sword weighing dozens of kilograms, spoke out: "Boy, don't think that I am like those idiots. I am very wary of you. I saw your fight yesterday. Yes, in less than half of the games, the moment the handkerchief fell to the ground, you took action and relied on sneak attacks to restrain the opponent and win."
"That shouldn't be considered a sneak attack, right?" Richard said loudly, "When the handkerchief falls to the ground, it means the game has begun. Of course I can take action, but the speed of the action is a bit fast."
"Hmph!" Heiman, who was holding a giant sword, snorted coldly. "Don't make excuses. It was obviously a sneak attack! And now, what I want to tell you is that the same method will not work on me. Boy, don't think about it. Use some small means to defeat me. Either you use your true strength to defeat me, or let me use the sword in my hand to blow you to pieces!
Boy, show your strength and have a real fight with me! Let me see what you are capable of, ranking higher than me! "
Richard was silent and looked at each other, feeling that the conversation between the two people was meaningless because they were not on the same conversational level at all. After a while, Richard looked at the other party and said, "In that case... well, you can take action."
"Okay!" The other party nodded, then shouted, "Watch the move!"
The next moment, the opponent's veins popped out, and the muscles on his arms bulged like iron. He held a giant sword, strode towards him, and swung it hard at Richard.
Richard blinked and had no intention of taking the attack. He quickly dodged to the side to avoid the blow.
"boom!"
The opponent's giant sword hit the ground, causing the whole ground to shake slightly, mud flying and dust rising.
After a while, the other party raised his head, glanced at Richard who was hiding aside, and frowned a little unhappily: "Boy, why are you hiding?" Obviously, in the other party's mind, Richard should be confronting him head-on. That's right, it's shameful to dodge.
However, Richard was not prepared to say anything more. He just said softly: "You... continue."
"Damn boy, I'm going to kill you." The other party roared, a little angry, and swung his sword to attack Richard again.
Richard quickly dodged to the side again.
"boom!"
The opponent's giant sword slashed through the air again, creating a huge depression in the open space, but it did not hurt Richard at all.
The opponent was furious, quickly raised his sword, and chased Richard with continuous attacks.
"Boom boom boom!"
After a while.
The entire venue was filled with dust. The audience sitting in the lower level of the auditorium covered their mouths and noses and kept coughing. The host on the high platform also frowned. The open space was even more pitted, and there were sword marks everywhere made by giant swords.
Heiman, holding a giant sword, gasped in the dust. Looking at Richard, his eyes were a little red, and he shouted with extreme dissatisfaction: "Boy, why do you keep hiding from me?"
"Guess." Richard said.
"Huh?" Heiman was stunned. The next moment, the blood vessels on his temples protruded, and with a "wow" sound, he attacked Richard again with his giant sword.
Richard dodges, dodges, keeps dodging...
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One minute, two minutes, three minutes...
Five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen minutes...
In the blink of an eye, fifteen minutes passed in the middle of dodging attacks, and the dust was still filling the stadium. The spectators who were sitting in the lower seats and wanted to watch the game more clearly moved to the upper seats one after another. The audience in the high-rise seats were already drowsy and found this battle extremely boring. If he hadn't run out of energy from scolding just now, he would have continued scolding by this time.
What the hell! This is not the kind of game I want to watch! It’s about watching a head-to-head, bloody game! What's so exciting about a hide-and-seek game? Get your money back!
The host on the high platform cannot move his position like the audience, nor can he shout or curse. Amid the rising dust, the host could only shake the dust off his clothes. Once, twice, three times... Finally, the host gave up the struggle, sat on the high platform, and let the dust keep blowing into his face, turning him into a "native".
"Ah-sneeze!"
The host sneezed, took out a white handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped it, then looked at the field with a pair of boring eyes that could see through life, looking at Richard who was still dodging and dragging a giant sword. Chasing the attacking Heiman.
"A pig, a monkey." The host said in his heart.
At this time, Heiman, who was a pig on the field, had to stop and take a deep breath after a series of unsuccessful attacks.
Staring at Richard, his face was unconvinced: "Boy... Huhu... If you have the ability, don't run away. Boy... Huhu... If you have the ability, fight me head-on."
Richard stood not far from Heiman, glanced at Heiman, and suddenly said: "Okay!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he swung his slender sword and stabbed Heiman without any warning.
Heiman was stunned. He didn't expect that there was such a big contrast between Richard's front and back. Just now he wouldn't attack no matter what he said, but now he attacks whenever he says to attack.
Damn it!
Heiman panicked and waved his giant sword to try to block it.
Who knew that when Richard saw him blocking him, he quickly backed away, then stood a few meters away, looked at him expressionlessly, and waved gently.
Um
Heiman was stunned for a moment, a little confused, and then became angry: Is this provoking him? Well, this must be provoking him!
Damn boy!
There seemed to be flames burning in the black eyes, and strength surged out of his tired body again, attacking Richard.
Richard continued to dodge.
The previous process was repeated.
During the dodge process, Richard blinked. At this moment, instead of winning, Richard was collecting some data - the "accelerated recovery" magic pattern in the No. 1 ring, data in actual combat.
In the previous preliminary round, because the opponents were mixed, Richard was unable to conduct this kind of test. But now facing a somewhat irritable opponent with outstanding strength and a heavy giant sword is an extremely rare test opportunity.
In a sense, during the battle, the side that dodges consumes more energy than the side that attacks because it is passive. But now because the attacker's Heiman is holding a heavy giant sword, this gap can be smoothed out to a certain extent.
In this case, on the basis of using "accelerated recovery" with all one's strength, how long will it take for this battle to drag on and drag the opponent to exhaustion
The answer was soon revealed.
Half an hour passed in the constant dodging and provocation.
Heiman was so tired that he sat down on the ground, panting heavily, looking half-dead. A lot of sweat flowed out, soaking the whole body, and his eyes were blurred.
Richard slowly approached the other party. The other party glanced at Richard sideways. He didn't move at all and couldn't move - the heavy giant sword could no longer be lifted at this time. The whole body seemed as heavy as lead. He just sat down. He kept panting on the spot, and a sound like a broken bellows came from deep in his throat.
Richard continued to approach, walked in front of the other party, and then pushed the other party's body. Heiman's eyes widened, and he fell heavily to the ground while gasping for breath, and with a "you're cruel" look in his eyes, like a mountain collapsing, raising a lot of dust, and then did not stand up again.
On the high platform, the host who was about to fall asleep yawned, shook his head and stood up. He vigorously shook off a lot of dust on his body, regained his energy slightly, and then announced with relief: "The game is over, Richard wins!"
"Huh", everyone in the audience took a long breath, and it was finally over.
Richard walked back to the entrance with long boos, and saw Macbeth and Nancy with strange faces. Neither of them expected that Richard would eventually resolve the battle in this way.
Macbeth said: "By the way... your game has been delayed for too long, hasn't it?"
"Isn't it 'Don't be too anxious, be prudent first'?" Richard looked at Macbeth with flashing eyes and shrugged, "Lord Macbeth, is this what you said?"
"Well..." Macbeth touched his nose and turned around, "Well... let's go eat. There is a competition in the afternoon. Let's go."
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