Light Spirit Epic

Chapter 2870: Cup of Shining Light 闪 Nineteen

A whistle sounded on the court. The time-out had elapsed and the game began again.

"Is this meowing?" Albert quickly drank half of the Coke and ate a long fullness indecently: "Is there really a two-minute pause? Meow? I don't even have soda After drinking-"

"It's too slow for you to drink." Hiloma said disapprovingly and waved to her teammates. The Sphinx players put down their soda bottles and assembled on the court.

"Does the injury hurt meow?" Albert asked Mut.

"It's okay." The cat-boy moved his arm. The previous muscle strain didn't seem to matter anymore, but he still wrapped a bandage on his arms. Although the special bandage has only a thin layer, it has analgesic effect. Even if Mutt needs to stretch his arm again during the game, these bandages will break in time, which will not hinder the action of the cat-boy.

"Crystal ..." But Albert saw something through the gap between the bandages, and some fine crystals from the hair of Mutter's arm emerged from the skin, faintly shining in the sun.

"Ah, don't watch!" The Catman immediately protected his arms and ran away on the pitch.

Albert's expression became solemn. Mutter was getting worse by the abyss.

The last twenty yards. Albert looked up at the scoreboard on the pitch, and the second quarter of the game was almost over. It would be nice if we could advance these twenty yards before the end of the first half. Now, with all the enthusiasm to finish what should be done, leading by 14 points, the second half of the game will be much easier.

... Although this is just idealism. Sphinx's big lead, it does not seem to put much mental pressure on those guys in South Africa. Or that the South African Saints' group of players have no emotional ups and downs, they are expressionless, as if they are puppet people.

It's boring to play against such a guy. It's even a little creepy.

"The tactics haven't changed, but let you run." As the group discussed the tactics, Hiloma said to Albert: "You can do your best. Others will cover you."

Alber nodded characteristically. The referee has whistled to urge the Sphynx team to start the game quickly. They clearly had at least forty seconds to discuss the tactics, but Hiloma simply said two words, and was urged to start the game without even explaining the specific tactics. I wonder if the referee was bought by the South African team again.

It's no use to care about this. Albert put himself in position and was ready to run.

kick off! The ball was uploaded from Gustav to Hiloma, and then passed to Albert arms in an instant. As soon as he held the ball tightly, Albert felt that the body was covered with heavy pressure, and that **** mysterious power was launched again.

"Roar!" Gusta gave a roar, providing cover for Albert. That mysterious power was immediately removed from Albert, and all fell on Gusta. The Tiger Man rushed out quickly and pushed forward by the backward running method. After repeated practice many times, Albert was able to run backwards very skillfully, and his pace has also greatly accelerated. Within five seconds, more than five yards!

Gustav's roar should have modest strength, and that roar lasted only about a second. At the same time as the roar decayed, Albert also twisted his waist and began to run forward. Before the mysterious power fell on him again, he launched [Shen Yin], and the whole movement was smooth and smooth!

During the launch of [Shen Yin], no one can see or feel him, and the mysterious power naturally cannot interfere with his actions. All he has to do is sprint to the South African team's bottom line as soon as possible! It's still 13 yards from the South African team's bottom line visually. If you can concentrate, rely on the power of the hidden **** to finish it in one breath!

Hurry up! Must hurry-

Boom! Only rushed out about five yards, and that mysterious power once again fell on Albert! When is his God hidden suddenly? strange! Did the duration of Shen Yin become shorter? Shouldn't it? !!

bad! Albert was so impressed that he couldn't move, and he almost fell. Even if you sprint forward a short distance, isn't this possible? That mysterious force is very powerful, as if 10,000 tons of gravity was pressing on Albert's whole body. This is not only able to resist by manpower, let alone Albert is not a strong man.

If you want to continue to advance, you can only become a clone behind yourself, and knock yourself off by the clone. But this action is too dangerous. Albert has used it before and still feels uneasy. He doesn't want to take this risk!

Just fall down and wait for the next offensive opportunity? Yet Mr. Gustav's vocal cords will continue to be damaged--

Wait, maybe there is another way--

"Uh ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!" Tiger young people forcibly pushed forward, using the power of milk, shouting and striding forward. He still wanted to use brute force against that mysterious force, and he didn't think he should simply give in. His knees wailed in response to the heavy pressure, and his joints were creaking!

"I won't--" He gritted his teeth and pushed forward.

"Enough, stop!" Mutter shouted, worried that Albert would be hurt.

(I won't give up!)

Constantly surpassing everything, turning the impossible into possible, is the fate of the transcenders.

The heavy pressure quickly increased in his stubbornness, increasing to approach and infinity, and he wanted to suppress the stubborn Tiger man to the ground! However, he did not lose, and he did not fall, and tried his best to resist.

auzw.com Don't care if it hurts, instinct and instinct drive Albert to do it. It seems that as long as he persists, he can succeed.

——The pressure is close to the tipping point! Even the grass on the ground was pressed to the ground like a piece of paper! The blind can see that the space around Albert's body is very unusual!

If he continues to pressurize, he may be squashed and turned into flesh! The situation has become too dangerous, but Albert has no intention of giving up!

Snapped! Something taut enough, broken! The moment he broke through the critical point, the 10,000 tons of heavy pressure on him suddenly disappeared. Followed by is extremely easy!

Albert almost thought he had been squashed, crushed into a meat sauce and died instantly, then felt no pain.

Not so. He is running. Even though he stumbled into thinking at that instant, his body knew what to do, and he was running with the ball.

He didn't even know what was going on. The mysterious force did not press him to the ground, nor continued to catch up with him, entangled him, but let Albert run.

The finish line is right in front of him. He flew forward subconsciously, fell to the ground, let the ball touch the ground, and successfully landed!

"Uh?" The referees were stunned and didn't seem to understand the situation at hand. But he did see Albert holding the ball to the bottom line of the South African Saints' position. It was an undeniable successful touchdown, so the referee blew his whistle: "Touchdown! 13: 0. Lead! "

The audience outside the field shouted at this time and thunderous applause. In the past, the moment the Albert touched the spot, it would be the attention of the audience, and the whole world was cheering. But this time the cheer came about a second late, and that one second delay was confusing.

"What happened?" Albert stood up and asked quickly.

"You ... there are two of you. One stayed in place, the other turned into a phantom and rushed out, disappeared for a few seconds, and then touched." Moot explained: "Sorry, I don't know what I saw What. Is this a new move? "

"I don't know ..." Albert looked at where he was intercepted by that mysterious force. Mutter was right, there was indeed another Albert left there, and now he has not completely disappeared, but fell to the ground into a faint afterimage, and finally faded and disappeared completely.

That should be Albert's avatar, but he didn't have the impression of avatar himself. And avatars weren't used this way. What had happened, even Albert himself was confused.

They are still confused, and the reward link after the touchdown is complete. The kicker Musa Hill scored smoothly and scored another point for the Sphinx. The score was 14: 0, and the Sphinx team led by two rounds with two touchdowns and reward points.

At this time the first half of the game was over and it was time to enter the intermission. The audience with shouting throats cheering off the court began to sip soft drinks.

"The moves have evolved," quarterback Hilomar said as Albert walked outside.

"evolution?"

"The move just now was obviously not [Sand Storm Demon], nor was it [Separation]. It was [something else]." Hiloma instructed: "Remember the feeling of the moment just now. Maybe we finally Seize the key to victory in this game. "

"Quick!" He turned to Ridledge: "Can the video of the match just be transferred back? Only that moment is good, let him watch it once. Maybe I can find some clue."

"It's already happening." The Jackal was talking to off-site staff using a small walkie-talkie.

At the same time, in a VIP box in the gym.

"Where are you? Come back soon, we are losing." The President of South Africa is communicating with someone through a communicator.

"In * shashasha * in my institute. I'm looking for my spare holographic projection device." The voice of the werewolf Seth came from the other end of the walkie-talkie. The communication was unstable and covered by various electronic noise and delays. Occasionally, there was a clamshell-like crash: "Here * rustle * has been completely destroyed. They actually * rustle * know this place. It's incredible."

"How is that possible! Are there no guards at your institute?"

"Today's trip * rustling * transferred most of the manpower. The remaining * rustling * were killed by their people. This time there was a premeditated * rustling * attack. I'm attentive."

"So our great Sete will have miscalculations," the president hummed. "No matter what. So when will you come back? I hate to admit it, but this game requires you, without you in us I'm going to lose. "

"I'm * rustling * rebuilding a projection device with the materials on my hand. It will probably take * rustling * ... 30 minutes. Immediately * rustling * can get back."

"Half an hour? Just kidding!" The president was a bit anxious: "The first half is over! Even if you include the intermission time, the remaining time is only about forty minutes! You have to be in the final ten minutes of the game! Are minutes playing? The Sphynx team is 14 points ahead of us! With only ten minutes left, what can you do ?! "

"Don't worry." Seth is working on an orderly repair of the projection device: "Ten minutes are enough to deal with the rats."

The South African president hung up the communication. He frowned and looked worriedly at the scoreboard off the field. Maybe it's too worried, it's a psychological effect-the timer on the scoreboard is beating fast, and the flow of time is abnormally fast.

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