hero?it must be me

Different from Gawain's opening and closing, Tristan's elegance and stability, Lancelot's integrity, and Mordred's fighting style, if you want to describe it, it can only be described as unrestrained. to describe.

To put it bluntly...

It is the style of "as long as you can win, don't say punching, kicking and kicking the head to blow the sand, even if you bite with your teeth".

It was a tactical system born only for survival and killing, and it was a [heretical way] that left all etiquette and chivalry behind.

But Mordred, who is so reckless, has never seen anyone use such a posture to punch in a battle.

No.

Is this really a punching stance?

This looks more like throwing something.

Do not!

more importantly--

"It's not good for you to turn your back on me!"

With a sneer, Mordred raised the holy sword in his hand without hesitation, facing Zheng Qi's back majesticly placed in front of him.

The ominous red thunder wrapped around the silver holy sword, rendering this supposedly brilliant and flawless holy sword into a howling evil blade.

Mordred knew that in terms of pure arm strength, he couldn't compare to Gawain who was blessed by the saint.

Although Mordred felt that his holy sword was definitely stronger than Gawain's in terms of sword strength, but the first sword had already shown that relying solely on the sharpness of the holy sword could not cut through Zheng Qi's muscles.

Therefore, there was only one way Mordred could think of to cut off Zheng Qi's body.

Magic is released.

Relying on the release of high-level magic power, combined with the power endowed by [Blessing], it is enough for Mordred's slash to gain a power comparable to—even surpassing—Gao Wen's slash in an instant!

She didn't know what Zheng Qi thought to adopt this stance in the battle, and she had no interest in studying it, but she knew that with this sword strike, Zheng Qi would have to pay the price for his stupidity and arrogance!

"laugh!"

The thunder light condensed by the magic power is like thousands of birds chirping, but even so, the noise seems to be unable to cover up the terrifying sound of the big sword piercing into the flesh and blood.

It went in.

It went in!

Mordred really wanted to see what kind of expression Zheng Qi had when the holy sword entered his body at this moment.

But she is not a person who will keep her hand in a deathmatch. Even if she wants to watch, she has to look at Zheng Qi who has been divided into two—

She wanted to slash Zheng Qi twice, and then mock Zheng Qi's arrogance in front of Zheng Qi who would not die for a while!

Thinking of this, Mordred, who was already doing his best, wanted to squeeze himself again, and swiped the blade with more force——

"—?"

Can't move.

The front end of the sword slightly pierced Zheng Qi's waist, no matter how hard Mordred exerted it, it still remained motionless.

At this moment, Mordred felt as if several daytime Gawains were pulling the blade of the sword in her hand at the same time.

It can't be cut down, and it can't be pulled out!

What happened--

"Bang!!"

There was a deafening crash.

A whirling fuzzy shadow flew out backwards, crashed into the mountain wall, and smashed a series of fine cracks on the bare mountain wall five or six meters high.

"The holy sword that inherits the throne."

Pulling out the holy sword on his waist, Zheng Qi looked back and forth.

"The sword is not bad."

He raised his head, and among the knights who dared not act rashly, he looked into the depths of the smoke and dust covering the mountain wall.

"People can't."

Chapter 363 Chapter 63: The next one is you

Mordred couldn't hear Zheng Qi's words clearly.

She also couldn't see what Zheng Qi looked like at the moment.

There are chaotic voices in my ears.

Before him was a distorted scene.

Thankfully, the physical presence can still be felt.

Intuition made Mordred make a final struggle at a critical moment.

The intuition that had helped Mordred through countless life-and-death confrontations also played its due role this time.

At the moment when he was about to be hit by the giant fist, Mordred's body responded to the imminent threat that was only a short distance away.

She didn't choose to retreat or dodge, not only did she not retreat or dodge, Mordred's intuition even made her choose to move forward.

That's right, she chose to meet the giant punch with a head hammer.

But this is not looking for death, on the contrary, this is undoubtedly seeking to survive in the face of danger.

In unarmed boxing, the head hammer is an ancient and effective defensive counterattack technique.

The principle is simple.

First of all, generally speaking, the phalanges that people have become complex and flexible for using tools are not as hard as the frontal bones.

Secondly, we have to talk about the nature of the strike technique.

Strike technique, as the name suggests, is a technique to [strike] the opponent with sufficient force, and this also leads to the need to give the limbs a sufficient distance and space to exert force in order to exert real full force.

This is why in the practice of striking techniques, the control of distance is often the main point of training.

It's too far to hit.

Close, not hard.

No, not right.

To be precise, if the distance is misjudged at the moment of the move, causing the distance to the target to be too close, it is often no longer a [strike].

It was [push].

To give a simple example, it is also a round-headed wooden stick. You push a person against his abdomen and push him outward, or stab him effectively in the abdomen. Which kind of attack will cause more damage? Will it be bigger?

The answer is obvious.

The technique of head-hammer attack is to rely on the hardness of the frontal bone to be superior to that of the phalanx. Before the opponent's fist reaches the end point of force, it is the first to intercept the opponent at the node where the opponent's strength is not yet penetrated, and use offense instead of defense. Properly used, it can even cripple an opponent's fist with only red and swollen skin.

Of course, Mordred didn't think that he could destroy Zheng Qi's fist with this head hammer.

Her intuition made her adopt this coping method simply because her intuition had already realized that at that moment, no matter whether she retreated or dodged, it was meaningless.

Only by moving forward, or even using magic power to accelerate the body, and changing Zheng Qi's punch from [strike] to [push] as much as possible, can it be possible to minimize the impact of this punch. self-inflicted trauma.

As it turns out, her intuition was right.

If she chooses to retreat or dodge, even if she also uses the magic power to release, she will only be caught up by the end point of Zheng Qi's continued extended blow.

Missing the best time to abandon his sword and escape, Mordred was doomed to only choose this way of coping in the end.

She was not triple Gao Wen under the sun. If she was really hit in the face by such a punch, her head might explode immediately, and her body would not even have a chance to fly backwards.

Being able to be like this now, to feel the pain from all over her body, and to touch half of her bloody face, is already the result of her intuition saving her life.

(This kind of strange power... No wonder that gorilla in Gawain has a bitter face...)

With empty hands, Mordred moved his fingers.

She was thinking about what to do next.

In terms of the [Blessings] I have, if I have the sword in my hand, I still have a chance to see if I can die together.

But now...

"Well?!"

With a sudden turn, Mordred dodged a poisoned dagger that was coming towards her throat.

Immediately afterwards, she rolled up, twisted her feet wearing heavy armor with all her strength, and kicked towards her side suddenly!

"cough--"

"I'm really underestimated!"

Sensing the touch of his feet kicking the target, and seeing the afterimage that lifted the dust and flew away, Mordred opened his bloody mouth and roared angrily.

"A guy like you wants my Mordred's head too?!"

The afterimage hit another rock.

That's all there is to it.

In other words, it is one of the hundred appearances.

The thin body that was almost kicked in half coughed twice, then turned into a shadow and disappeared tremblingly.

Obviously, this is Baimao's temptation. If Mordred is really deprived of his ability to move by one blow, then the temptation will immediately turn into an attack and kill.

Now that the trial has yielded results, Baimao naturally hibernates again.

Unable to continue thinking about countermeasures in the curtain of smoke and dust, Mordred had to get up.

She was not good at thinking about miscellaneous tactics, let alone fighting alone, when leading the army to fight, she mostly acted according to her intuition.

But now, the only role that intuition can play seems to be to keep her from being defeated so quickly.

"Boom!"

Two afterimages smashed into the sides of Mordred who had just stood up.

Those were two headless corpses. Judging from the starlight that was about to dissipate from the corpses, they were those half-heroic and solemn knights.

"All right."

Standing in the messy trails at the foot of the mountain, the lonely Zheng Qi stretched out his hand and pointed to Mordred who was looking over.

"Next, it's you."

"..."

Considering that he was fighting in the complex mountainous terrain, even Mordred, who didn't like to think about tactics, simply brought only the elite in his own territory.

This is an elite force of 50 people in total, all composed of solemn knights.

however……

How long has it been since Mordred was sent flying to the time she was attacked by Baimao and had to get up?

eight seconds?

ten seconds?

15 seconds at most.

And this short time of less than 15 seconds is the countdown to the annihilation of this group of elite troops.

Mordred looked around.

The narrow mountain path that was once crowded, now there are only two standing people.

One is her, and the other is Zheng Qi in front of her.

Mordred glanced at the headless bodies lying on the ground.

Those are the solemn knights who haven't had time to dissipate.

Zheng Qi killed so quickly that some of the solemn knights who fell at the end could still remain before Mordred's eyes.

Judging from the condition of the corpse, Zheng Qi kept his promise, indeed, he smashed his head and killed him with one punch.

"You guy..."