Seeing Richard raise his eyebrows, his opponent Hei Man spoke up with a giant sword weighing dozens of pounds: "Boy, don't think I'm like those fools, I'm very wary of you." I've seen your battle yesterday, and a small half of the games were won by the moment the handkerchief landed, and you made a move to restrain the opponent by sneak attack. ”

"That shouldn't be a sneak attack, right?" Richard said, "The handkerchief lands, it means that the game starts, and I can naturally shoot, but the speed of the shot is a little fast." ”

"Hmph!" Heiman, who was holding the giant sword, snorted coldly, "Don't quibble, that's obviously a sneak attack!" And now, I want to tell you that the same way doesn't work for me. Boy, don't try to beat me with some small means. Either you show your real strength to defeat me, or let me use the sword in my hand to blast you to the ground!

Boy, take out your strength and fight me for real! Let me see what you are capable of, higher than my ranking!"

Richard was silent, looking at each other, feeling that the conversation between the two men did not make any sense at all, because they were not in the same conversation at all. Half-ringing, Richard looked at the other party and said, "In that case...... Well, you shoot. ”

"Good!" the other man nodded, then roared, "Look at the move!"

The next moment, the opponent's muscles burst out, the muscles on his arms bulged like iron blocks, and he held a giant sword in his hand, strode forward, and swung it at Richard fiercely.

Richard's eyes blinked, and he had no intention of taking the move at all, and his body quickly dodged to the side, dodging the blow.

"Boom!"

The opponent's giant sword smashed on the ground, and the entire ground shook slightly, and the dirt flew and the dust rose.

After half a ring, the other party raised his head and glanced at Richard who was hiding to the side, with a little unhappiness, and frowned: "Boy, what are you hiding?" Obviously, in the other party's thoughts, Richard should be a hard confrontation with him, and it is shameful to dodge.

Richard didn't want to say anything, but said softly, "You...... Go on. ”

"Damn boy, I'm going to kill you. The other party roared, a little angry, and swung his sword at Richard to attack again.

Richard dodged quickly again.

"Boom!"

The opponent's greatsword slashed through the air again, creating a huge depression in the clearing, but it didn't hurt Richard at all.

The other party was furious, quickly raised his sword, and chased Richard for continuous attacks.

"Boom, boom!"

After half ringing.

The whole venue was filled with dust, and the audience sitting on the lower floor of the auditorium was coughing constantly, covering their mouths and noses, and the host on the high platform was also frowning. The clearing was even more pitted, and there were sword marks cut by the giant sword everywhere.

Heiman, who was holding a giant sword, gasped for breath in the dust. Looking at Richard, his eyes were a little red, and he shouted with extreme dissatisfaction: "Boy, why do you keep hiding for me?"

"Guess. Richard said.

"Huh?" Heiman was stunned for a moment, and the next moment the blood vessels on his temples bulged, and with a "wow" sound, he attacked Richard again with a giant sword.

Richard dodge, dodge, dodge......

......

One minute, two minutes, three minutes......

Five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen minutes......

In the blink of an eye, fifteen minutes passed in the attack dodge, and the dust in the field was still filled, and the spectators who were originally sitting in the lower seats and wanted to watch the game more clearly moved to the upper seats. And the audience in the high-rise seats were already drowsy and found this battle extremely boring. If it weren't for the lack of strength that I had already scolded just now, I would have continued to scold at this time.

What the hell! What I want to see is not this kind of game! I want to see a hard-hitting, bloody game! What is there to see about the game of hiding around, return the money!

The host on the high platform cannot change his position like the audience, nor can he scold. In the dust that is constantly rising, the host can only take the trouble to shake the dust on his clothes. Once, twice, three times...... Finally, the host gave up the struggle, sat on the high platform, and let the dust continue to blow in his face, turning him into a "native man".

"Ahh

The host sneezed, took a white handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped it, and then looked into the middle of the field with a pair of boring, life-seeing, dead fish eyes, looking at Richard, who was still dodging, and Heman, who was dragging his giant sword to chase after the attack.

"A pig, a monkey. The host said in his heart.

At this time, Heiman, who was a pig in the field, had to choose to stop and gasp after a series of unsuccessful attacks.

Stared at Richard, his face full of unconvinced: "Boy...... Whew...... If you have the ability, you don't run. Brat...... Whew...... If you have the ability, you can fight me head-on. ”

Richard stood not far from Heiman, glanced at Heiman, and suddenly said, "Okay!"

As the words fell, he swung his slender long sword and stabbed towards Heiman without warning.

Heiman was stunned, he didn't expect that the contrast between Richard and before and after was so big, no matter what he said just now, he wouldn't attack, but now he said that he would attack.

Damn it!

Heiman waved his greatsword in a panic to try to block it.

Who knew that as soon as Richard saw him blocking, he quickly retreated, and then stood a few meters away, looked at him expressionlessly, and beckoned gently.

Well?

Heiman was stunned for a moment, a little puzzled, and then a little angry: Is this provoking him? Well, this must be provoking him!

Damn boy!

There seemed to be a flame burning in Heimang's eyes, and his tired body once again poured out his strength and attacked Richard.

Richard continued to dodge.

The previous process was repeated.

During the dodge, Richard's eyes blinked. At this moment, Richard is more collecting some data than winning—the "Accelerated Recovery" magic pattern in the No. 1 ring, the data in actual combat.

In the previous preliminary round, Richard was unable to conduct this kind of test because of the mixed opponents. And now facing an opponent who is a little irritable, with outstanding strength, and wielding a heavy greatsword, is an extremely rare opportunity to test.

In a sense, during the battle, the dodging side consumes more stamina than the attacking side because it is passive. However, now that the attacker's Black Man is holding a heavy giant sword, this gap can be smoothed out to a certain extent.

In this case, how much time will it take for this battle to drag on and drag the opponent into prostration, on the basis of exerting all the "accelerated recovery"?

The answer was soon revealed.

In the constant dodging and provocation, half an hour passed.

Heiman was so tired that he sat down on the ground, gasping for breath and looking half-dead. A lot of sweat flowed out, soaking the whole body, and the eyes were foggy.

Richard slowly approached the other party, and the other party glanced at Richard with slanted eyes, but he didn't move at all, and he couldn't move - the heavy greatsword was completely unable to lift at this time, and his whole body was as heavy as if it had been filled with lead, just sitting in place and gasping for breath, and a bellows-like sound came from the depths of his throat.

Richard continued to approach, walked in front of the other man, and then pushed the other person's body. Heiman's eyes widened, and in the gasp, in the eyes of "count you ruthless", he fell to the ground heavily, like a mountain collapsing, raising a large amount of dust, and then did not get up again.

On the high platform, the host, who was about to fall asleep, yawned, shook his head and stood up. Shaking off a large amount of dust on his body, his spirit lifted slightly, and then he announced in a voice of relief: "The game is over, Richard wins!"

"Whew", everyone in the audience let out a long breath, and it was finally over.

Richard walked back to the entrance with a long boo and saw Macbeth and Nancy with strange faces, neither of whom expected Richard to end up settling the fight in this way.

Macbeth spoke up: "Say...... You've dragged on for too long, haven't you?"

"Isn't it 'don't rush too much, be steady first?'" Richard looked at Macbeth with twinkles in his eyes and shrugged, "Mistress Macbeth, that's what you said, right?"

"This ......" Macbeth touched his nose and turned, "that ...... Let's eat, there is a competition in the afternoon, let's go. ”

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