Chapter 218: Chapter 217: Corpse Mountain Blood Sea: You Forced My Hand! Chapter 218: Chapter 217: Corpse Mountain Blood Sea: You Forced My Hand! Patience? When it came to a battle of patience between Tuo Tie and Richard, who would lose their cool first? The answer was—the audience.
Richard and Tuo Tie ceased fighting, and after just a few seconds, the crowd in the stands went from stunned to exploding with all kinds of curses shouted unreservedly.
What was this? In the morning, there was at least chasing and dodging, but now they were motionless; were they here to watch statues?
If they really wanted to watch statues, did they need to come to this Duel Arena? Just buy two tortoises, and they would get the same effect—provided they were well cared for, one could watch them from youth until death.
At the entrance and exit, Macbeth was speechless while Nancy had a strange expression on her face.
“Lord Macbeth, you don’t think that Richard will really just stand there, do you?” Nancy asked out loud.
“Don’t ask me.” Macbeth replied. “I have no idea what’s going through their heads. If I knew what they were thinking, I would have made Richard forfeit before even entering the arena. After all, having just you in the final would have been enough; it would spare us this boredom of watching.”
Nancy: “…” She couldn’t help but want to say, so, Lord Macbeth… you really are on the other side, aren’t you?
One second, two seconds, three seconds…
The seconds shifted, tens of them passing by.
Richard looked at Tuo Tie for a while, ensuring the latter was doing as he said, then let out a light breath and began to move, holding his sword as he approached his opponent.
“Hey, kid, you really couldn’t hold out, could you?” Tuo Tie revealed a mocking expression.
“You can think that.” Richard said expressionlessly.
“So, your patience is still lacking; you should learn from me.”
“Perhaps.” Richard said. “However, just now, I thought of something—aspects for testing can include not just dodging, but also attacking. One only needs to establish a new data analysis model.”
“Huh? What are you talking about?” Tuo Tie was obviously confused by Richard’s words.
Richard had no intention of explaining further, his expression hardened, and he declared, “You only need to know that you’re going to have to work hard on your defense from now on.”
“Me work hard on defense?” Tuo Tie sneered. “And what about you?”
“I’ll be on the attack, of course.” Richard said, and as soon as he finished speaking, he rushed forward towards Tuo Tie, thrusting his longsword directly at Tuo Tie’s chest.
Tuo Tie’s reaction wasn’t slow; he powered up and swung his longsword at Richard. Richard sidestepped, avoiding Tuo Tie’s attack, and found himself beside Tuo Tie’s body, where he then swung his sword towards Tuo Tie’s ribs.
Tuo Tie was slightly startled but did not panic, quickly defending with his broadsword.
A clashing sound, like metal striking stone, rang out as Richard’s sword struck the spine of the broadsword, sparking flecks of Mars.
Tuo Tie’s expression became determined, ready to counterattack, but Richard flashed to Tuo Tie’s back and thrust his sword towards his heart.
Tuo Tie’s eyebrows shot up like knife blades as he swiftly turned around, swinging his broadsword in a wide arc, forcing Richard back more than a meter away. Before he could adjust, Richard, spry as if his feet were on springs, closed in quickly again, this time aiming for Tuo Tie’s eyes.
Tuo Tie ducked in haste, swinging his sword.
Richard shifted positions, now aiming for Tuo Tie’s throat.
Tuo Tie hastily shifted his position and swung his sword.
Richard changed location, thrusting towards Tuo Tie’s chest.
The sweat had already started to seep out of Tuo Tie’s face. As the defender, just a few brief exchanges had drained a huge amount of his energy and physical strength. At this moment, he felt his spirit tense, and his body was beginning to weigh heavily.
He didn’t understand how the situation had suddenly turned to this, nor did he understand why he was being suppressed by Richard. But in order not to be killed, he could only try hard to defend and then attempt to counterattack.
However, his attempts were obviously failing. Richard’s movements were extremely fast, and exceedingly agile, and Tuo Tie simply couldn’t land a hit. The relentless attacks from unpredictable angles targeting his vitals, left him exhausted from responding.
“Huff, huff, huff,” Tuo Tie, gripping his broadsword, gasped heavily. His body felt as if it were weighed down by several mountains.
While he was catching his breath, Tuo Tie stared at Richard, several meters away, with a sinking heart and a solemn expression: looking at the current situation, it was not going to be easy for him to win. His opponent was stronger than he had imagined. In that case…
In the spectator stands, the audience was silent as the grave, eyes wide open, watching intently, waiting for the next intense battle to begin.
Although, before this, both the dodging and confrontations between Richard and Tuo Tie appeared very “foolish,” the last fight had been incredibly spectacular and thrilling. It made them feel that the price of admission had been worth it!
At the entrance, Macbeth’s eyes flashed as he spoke as if to himself, “This is getting interesting. Taking the offensive, huh? But there were several moments that could have caused fatal injuries, why not strike?
Could it be… Don’t tell me he’s really doing this to deplete the opponent’s physical strength more quickly, to tire him out before beating him.
That… That’s crazy, right? If this goes on, I might lose my patience and intervene, to cure this kind of insanity.”
Nancy looked at Macbeth, not saying a word, but thinking to herself: “Lord Macbeth, your identity as part of the enemy has been undoubtedly exposed…”
Richard swung his sword and launched another attack, and Tuo Tie defended with difficulty, dragging his exhausted body.
Five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen minutes…
After fifteen minutes, Tuo Tie was just like Hei Man before him, sitting motionless on the ground, drenched in sweat as if he’d been pulled right out of the water, making wheezing sounds from his throat while gasping for breath as if on the brink of death.
While panting, Tuo Tie looked at Richard, his face showing a mix of four parts anger, three parts confusion, two parts wariness, and an indescribable emotion.
Richard stepped forward.
One step, two steps, three steps.
As he approached Tuo Tie, Richard reached out his hand, ready to push Tuo Tie to the ground just like Hei Man, to confirm that his opponent had indeed exhausted all his physical strength, ensuring that the data collection from this fight was accurate.
Suddenly, at this moment, Tuo Tie’s arm tensed, his muscles bulging. It could have been an illusion, but Tuo Tie’s body seemed to swell in size at that very moment, his eyes turning a blood-red. The blood vessels on the surface of his skin stood out, pulsating violently as if infused with a special energy.
With a furious bellow, Tuo Tie stood up, wielding his broadsword and slashing viciously towards Richard.
At that moment, the indescribable emotion hidden in Tuo Tie’s eyes exploded forth, revealing a resolute determination to win at all costs.
A Corpse Mountain Blood Sea-like aura surged out from within Tuo Tie, enveloping an area of several meters, making Tuo Tie seem like a god descending from the heavens. With his sword strike, a startling whoosh resounded, as if it had shattered the air and cut through space.