Morgan, Something is Wrong with You!

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Bedivere had almost rested.

He's about to start his next fight.

At this time, the referee came over and was about to announce his next opponent.

"Knight Bedivere's next opponent is..."

Said half.

At this time, the knight Tristan came over.

"There is a temporary change. The opponent of Knight Bedivere is me."

He said to the referee and Bedivere at the same time.

Of course the referee dared not raise any objections.

On the other side,

Seeing that Tristan was going to be his opponent.

Bedivere's complexion changed slightly.

Looking at Bedivere, Tristan said: "Come on, fight with me, show your strength, please give me more advice."

In Tristan's heart, Queen Morgan would not let people do things indiscriminately. There must be a purpose for her to let herself do this. Although she looked at Bedivere very pleasing to the eye, since he had an order, he had no choice but to attack Bedivere.

"Well, I will."

Bedivere nodded slightly.

The long sword in his hand was raised.

He waited for Tristan to pick up his sword.

Waited for a while.

All he saw was Tristan picking up his harp.

Ok?

what's the situation?

Before the battle, do you still have to play a song?

Bedivere thought to himself.

Okay, I'll wait for you.

The two stood like this for a long while.

No one made a move first.

You said it would be all right if one of the two had a quick temper.

But these two people are still the kind of extremely patient existence.

They are all waiting quietly.

Half an hour passed.

None of them moved.

Lott, who watched the movements of these two people, rubbed his chin and commented: "These two people are fighting with their minds, aren't they? Isn't this a Huaxia exclusive skill? But, they stand still like this , I really can't think of any other explanation."

Morgan glanced at Lott.

What is this Huaxia? It even has this ability.

The referee couldn't wait any longer.

"Knight Tristan, Knight Bedivere, why don't you two do it?"

He spoke to the two men.

"I'm waiting for him to attack me."

"I'm waiting for him to have a weapon."

The two spoke at the same time.

Then,

Tristan and Bedivere looked at each other, and the scene fell into embarrassment.

"You're waiting for me!?"

The two spoke at the same time.

"Aren't you going to get the sword?" Bedivere asked Tristan in a strange tone.

"This is my weapon."

Tristan gestured to the bow he was talking about.

"You use this weapon?"

Bedivere asked with a frown.

"Yeah, come and attack!"

Tristan nodded.

"Ok."

Tristan held the long sword and attacked Tristan.

Tristan, on the other hand, held the longbow and started to fight back.

swing the sword.

Bedivere tried his best to test out Tristan's strength clearly.

However, Tristan easily dodged all these sword attacks coming over.

Even if he didn't dodge it, he still used his longbow to resist it.

Tristan's strength, even in a one-on-one battle with Lancelot, even if he loses, it will take a long time to fight.

And Bedivere, who held a long sword in his hand, was much weaker in strength.

Several of his attacks were easily dispelled.

Bedivere also wanted to deal with Tristan by deliberately setting traps.

But it was obvious that the enemies Tristan and Bedivere had encountered before were completely different.

His attack, which deliberately sells the opening,

Not only did Tristan not get hooked.

On the contrary, Tristan will take advantage of this intentional sell-off to take the opportunity to launch a counterattack against Bedivere.

It's like thinking that if you give up the child, you can get a wolf, and if you give up your wife, you can get a rogue. In the end, the wolf knows to take the child away and pack it, and the rogue is that kind of handsome yellow hair.

Bedivere was soon in a panic.

Push the longbow.

Every time it hits the most important part.

After all, Bedivere only had one hand.

His strength to hold the long sword is not strong.

So, after fighting Tristan for a little while, he was at a disadvantage.

"You admit defeat."

The two fought again, and Bedivere was knocked back a few meters by Tristan's blow.

Bedivere was already out of breath.

Seeing this, Tristan spoke to Bedivere.

"I haven't reached my limit yet!"

Bedivere gritted his teeth and said to Tristan.

"Really? I hope you can continue."

Tristan wanted a quick fight.

He gripped his longbow, or harp, tightly.

Prepare to launch a more violent attack.

Want to defeat Bedivere directly.

attack.

The attack on Bedivere started again.

Even if you know that you can't resist it.

Bedivere was still ready to swing his sword to meet him.

But when he charged,

He suddenly heard a sound in his ear.

"Get it for me!"

said loudly.

Then a black object flew towards him.

Bedivere let go of the long sword subconsciously, and then took the object.

It is a long gun.

After taking over the spear, he felt a surge of strength spontaneously.

At this time, Tristan's spear arrived as scheduled.

Bedivere swung his gun with one hand to block it.

The huge impact passed along the spear to Bedivere's hand.

Then,

I saw Bedivere swung his spear,

Just unload this force.

One-handed swords can only be head-to-head, but spears can have more choices.

"what!?"

When Tristan saw this, his eyes widened involuntarily.

how can that be?

My all-out attack was actually blocked by Bedivere.

While in a daze,

Bedivere subconsciously swung his spear and launched a counterattack at Tristan.

...

"That's right, as I expected, the most powerful thing about Bedivere is not his swordsmanship."

Morgan looked at Bedivere's performance and showed a satisfied expression.

Overhearing Lott's thoughts, Morgan almost guessed what Bedivere was about.

His heart is full of sensuality and indecision, and he may be steadfast in big things. But in some small things, he can easily fall into a situation where he doesn't know what to do.

The same goes for the weapons in your hands.

The spear thrust just now has already proved that Bedivere's spear skills are very good.

But even if his spear skills are so good, he still uses a long sword when fighting people.

The knights used long swords when they competed.