Alien Reincarnation

Chapter 622 Duel Hole Card (1)

At the same time when Wardy and Nabrahan started their duel, a few light years away, on a disc-shaped leisure spaceship, Ling Han, Aurelius, and Savi who was invited to be a witness Qi and Lascelles were all watching the holographic projection of the light curtain in front of them, and by the way, necessary to monitor the fairness of the duel process.

To transmit holographic data directional to a certain star field several light-years away, a huge amount of monitoring resources needs to be used.

But in front of the veteran saints, all this is not a problem at all. The saint Aurelius obtained the highest authority of several nearby space monitoring bases with a message, and replaced it with the veteran saints who are not so closely related to the Federation. , although it can also obtain sufficient authority, but a series of approval procedures, at least a few hours.

At this moment, the two dueling parties on the light curtain have already had several intense short-term confrontations. No matter in terms of the process or the result, Nabrahan has an absolute advantage. Being able to deal with it easily and at the same time make a sharp counterattack.

If Wodi wasn't a rare mutant warrior, if he was replaced by another peak semi-holy powerhouse, he might have already died due to serious injuries.

Even so, it was obvious that Woddy couldn't hold on at this time. The healing speed of the hundreds of wounds on his body was getting slower and slower, and the ensuing sluggishness made Nabrahan seize the opportunity. Outburst of knight combat skills, cut off a small part of the tail with an alloy long knife.

The constant injury and blood loss made the aura on Wo Di's body weaker and weaker.

After all, no matter how powerful the cell regeneration ability is, it needs to rely on energy consumption for tissue healing, and there must be a healing limit, and it is impossible to recover infinitely out of thin air.

On the other hand, Nabrahan, who has the upper hand, has almost no change in state except for a few minor scratches and some damage to his battle armor.

However, what surprised the three saints was that the ancestors remained calm and unmoved when their subordinates encountered such an unfavorable situation.Could it be that Woody still has some powerful cards that can turn the tide of the battle?
"Are you about to reach the limit? I didn't expect that the gap between me and Nabonahan would be so huge! My lord ancestor is right, I'm close to death in this duel! However, Lina, and Bicknell, I will no longer evade and give in, no matter what today, I will seize the only chance to win, kill Nabrahan, and avenge everyone!"

A large amount of blood loss caused a serious loss of physical strength. Although his mental strength was still strong, Woody's consciousness had begun to blur, and his perception showed some signs of instability.

The wound was very painful, very painful, but the pain of hundreds of wounds added up did not add up to the pain of genetic backlash.

For Woody, who has experienced the pain of genetic backlash, these wound pains not only did not distract him, but kept his spirit in a special state of being slightly tranced but highly concentrated.

Nabrahan on the opposite side was like a spider cautiously treating its prey, carefully adding wounds to the prey, but before the prey fell completely, it always kept a certain distance and would not get too close.

Obviously, the other party was worried that he would blew himself up and died together.

With enough mobility and distance, he could escape to a safe enough area the moment he blew himself up.

There was a cold on his shoulders, blood spattered, and the arc slash was retracted instantly, and he turned sideways and kicked with power, only two centimeters away, and he could hit Nabrahan.

However, it was the distance of two centimeters that caused Wardy's plan to exchange injuries for injuries, and once again declared a failure.

The mental power brought out by kicking, just blasted a few cracks in the opponent's alloy armor, but it was completely powerless.

"Opportunity! There must be a chance!"

Wodie shouted loudly in his heart, a hideous look flashed across his face, one chance, one chance, all it takes.

"Hey, you're quite energetic, but it's a pity that you can hurt me by just a little bit. You are an ugly mutant monster, you are as thick as those bugs from the Extraterrestrial Alliance, but you bleed so much Do you start to feel a little heavy in your body and unable to move as you wish?"

Nabrahan is also a little depressed about the constant language provocation and stimulation, but no response from Wo Di.

An opponent who can only bury his head and desperately will undoubtedly reduce the pleasure of killing a lot...

I really don't understand why the teacher is so cautious and has done so much planning and preparation. Now it seems that, apart from his thicker skin and stronger resilience, other aspects of strength are not worth seeing at all. Even if he doesn't follow the teacher's instructions, It may take a little more work to pack it up, but it's not too difficult.

Moreover, until now, Woody's movements have indeed slowed down a bit.

The S-level alloy saber flashed again, cutting an eight-centimeter-deep wound on Woddy's lower abdomen. This time, the attack was a little deeper than before. The wound that could only cut five centimeters had become three centimeters deeper. .

Easily dodging the frenzied counterattack of Woddy's claws, Nabrahan once again dodged back to a certain distance.

Although he has some complaints about the teacher's excessive caution, he doesn't dislike the prolonged and slowed fighting rhythm, which allows him to swing the alloy long knife more happily, cutting more and more wounds on Woddy's body.

"Haha, speaking of it, the ancestor is really ridiculous. I don't have the vision to take care of you waste, Waldie! It's still so fast for a waste like you to be promoted to the peak semi-saint. The ancestor must have spent a lot of resources? It's a pity, It won't be long before the ancestor will deeply regret his ridiculous eyesight!"

Noticing that Woody's mood fluctuated when the name of the ancestor was mentioned, Nabrahan suddenly became excited.

For a long time, Waldie was like a rotten piece of wood, no matter how much the blade cut on his body, he didn't make a sound, which really made people lack a sense of accomplishment.

"Haha, once you die in a duel, these resources will be in vain. The ancestors will also make jokes among the saints! Oh? Woody, your eyes have become fierce, and it hurts to be said! Angry Isn’t it? Let you, a waste who has just advanced to the peak semi-holy, fight a veteran peak saint like me, without fighting, the result should be very clear.”

"Ah! Got it, finally got it! Ancestor is the title of the Extraterrestrial Alliance. He knows the name of the First Ancestor, and he has never been close to women... Hehe, it turns out that the Ancestor is interested in mutant monsters like you, and his hobbies are special enough. It’s really heavy taste! But I will let you come to a duel to die, and see if you are out of favor, Woody!”

"Let me see, Woody, why have you fallen out of favor? Have you been serving lately lately..."

"Shut up for me, don't slander the ancestor!"

Nabrahan's venomous tongue suddenly stopped, and the red-eyed and roaring Woddy, like a mutated creature that was completely desperate, erupted with a wild and wild aura, his mental power surged crazily, and a pair of mutated arms protruded thickly. With thick scales and waving ferocious mutated claws, without any defense at all, it rushed over.

(End of this chapter)