Why is My Second Dimension Weird?

"Hector just returned from a big battle, and you didn't even have time to drink your saliva, so you rushed up to challenge, didn't you want to sneak attack while others were weak?"

Although Xu Ming's words were a little unreasonable, but after thinking about it carefully, it did make some sense.

You want people to fight you fairly, but not let them get back to their peak form, that's not what double standards are.

Maybe Achilles didn't think that way at all, but his actions have already determined the result.

The Trojan soldiers on the city wall booed very cooperatively, and all thumbs down.

The Greek warriors behind Achilles who were cheering for him also cast strange glances at him.

Achilles, who was already in extreme anger, suddenly yelled when his brain became hot.

"Okay! How long do you think he will rest? I'll wait!"

A smile flashed in Xu Ming's eyes, he looked at the sky, pretended to calculate, and then spoke.

"I calculated it. Now Apollo's carriage is about to rise to the highest point in the sky. When the beautiful Artemis appears in the sky, I think Hector should be able to fully recover..."

Before Xu Ming finished speaking, Achilles said immediately, as if he was afraid that he would not agree:

"Okay! I'll wait here until night!"

After all, Achilles stuck his black gun in the sand beside him, took off his helmet, and then sat on the ground with his buttocks, assuming a posture of waiting until it got dark.

Seeing Achilles being bound by his mouth, Xu Ming smiled and shook his head.

What a straight guy, and it would be nice to be friends.

It's a pity that their current position is the enemy...

A sharp killing intent flashed in Xu Ming's eyes.

Only dead enemies are good enemies!

Therefore, Xu Ming ignored Achilles who was waiting outside the city, turned around and returned to the palace, and explained the situation to Hector.

Hearing that Achilles was excited by Xu Ming's words and was honestly waiting outside the city, Hector said gratefully:

"Thank you for your help, Master."

But he quickly rubbed the back of his head with a sad face.

"But... even if he recovers to his peak state, I really don't think he is still his opponent."

Hector is a very self-aware person, he is a mortal body, not as good as a demigod with noble blood like Achilles.

In terms of talent and strength, the difference between the two is a full dimension.

Hector knew very well that it was okay for him to deal with some ordinary heroes, but he had no chance of winning against a top demigod hero like Achilles.

Xu Ming smiled faintly and patted his shoulder.

"Don't worry, since I deliberately set the time for the duel at night, I have a lot of confidence."

Xu Ming's confident smile seemed to have infected Hector, and he smiled frivolously.

"That's wonderful. I thought all I could do now was leave my father and brother with my last words."

Then Hector restrained his smile, and bowed to Xu Ming solemnly.

"My life is in your hands, Master." Time passed.

Unknowingly, the sun chariot driven by Apollo has fallen from the sky, and the bright silver moonlight is falling from the sky, cold and mysterious like the agile goddess of hunting.

Achilles sat quietly on the sand, motionless as a statue.

A large number of fires have already been lit on the nearby sandy ground and the city wall, illuminating the surroundings.

The swaying firelight shone on Achilles' handsome and handsome face, forming a flickering shadow.

At this moment, Achilles opened his eyes suddenly, as if a cold light flashed from his eyes.

At the same time, the gates of Troy slowly opened.

Hector drove a chariot and led a group of cheering soldiers out of the city gate slowly.

Achilles stood up immediately, grasped the barrel of the gun and pulled it hard.

The yellow sand flew, and the black gun fell into the hands of Achilles in an instant.

He didn't say anything, and pointed the tip of the gun directly at Hector on the chariot.

Hector was also silent.

The hatred between the two has long been irreconcilable, so there is no need to say more.

Xu Ming quietly mingled among the cheering soldiers, and secretly looked at Achilles across the crowd.

Hector jumped off the chariot, picked up the cross spear and shield, and came to stand opposite Achilles.

The two of them lowered their bodies at the same time, protecting their shields in front of them, their spears resting on the shields, and assumed an attacking posture.

call!

A gust of wind blew, and the flames on the surrounding firewood piles suddenly shook violently.

As if they had received the signal, the two people in the field stepped forward at the same time, and the yellow sand under their feet was kicked up.

next second.

I only heard clang!With a loud noise, the two shields collided fiercely.

The two fighters looked at each other, and their pupils reflected flying sparks and a strong fighting spirit!

The two exerted force at the same time, and the huge force separated them.

They quickly adjusted their posture, lowering their bodies like a preying cheetah, with their legs accumulating strength and their muscles tensed.

In the next second, the legs exerted strength, and the two shot at each other at the same time.

Clang~!

The long spear and the cross spear exchanged continuous blows under the dim light of the flames. Due to the speed of the two, the continuous sound of metal clashes formed a series of sounds, as if there was only an infinitely prolonged drag sound left. Dozens of people appeared in midair The shadow of a gun, like dozens of poisonous snakes flying and biting in mid-air.

Dazzling sparks burst forth, and sparks fell like raindrops.

After an initial trial, the two mighty warriors began the real attack.

It didn't take long to see the difference.

Hector's stature is not burly, and his talent is not top-notch. His combat skills have been tempered through various wars.

It is concise and efficient, and mostly focuses on defensive counterattacks. Once it catches the enemy's flaws, it immediately shoots out like a poisonous snake, launching a fatal blow.

This is a very typical battlefield fighting technique.

Achilles is completely different. His combat skills are wide open and closed, like a gust of wind sweeping fallen leaves, full of mania and violence, and he has brought his talent to the extreme.

Although the two carry similar weapons and equipment, they are both spears and shields.

But the style is very different, Hector is more like a seasoned gun and shield warrior, while Achilles is a berserker.

Achilles didn't seem to care about other people's attacks on him at all. His attacks left no room for damage, and he devoted all his strength to the attack in order to destroy and crush the enemy as soon as possible.

However, such a crazy way of fighting is very suitable for him.

When Achilles was young, his mother grabbed his ankles and immersed his body in the river Styx, making Achilles invulnerable since he was a child.

Mortal weapons cannot harm his body.

So Achilles doesn't need to think about defense at all.

There is a huge gap between the two in terms of strength, speed, etc., plus Achilles' attack method that only attacks and does not need to defend.

Hector quickly fell into the disadvantage of being passively beaten.

Occasional counterattacks either failed to break through the armor on Achilles' body, or were lucky enough to hit a gap in the armor but still could not hurt a single hair of Achilles.

On the other hand, when Achilles hit the shield with a shot, Hector's arm was numb and he almost couldn't even hold the shield.

After barely resisting a few times, Hector's arm even completely lost consciousness.

How could such an enemy have won?

A deep sense of powerlessness gradually came to Hector's heart.

The enemy's fighting spirit weakened, and a combat genius like Achilles naturally felt it immediately.

"Die!"

He held the black spear in his hand, and the cyan magic power turned into a storm and wrapped his body. Then he threw away the armor directly, held the gun in both hands, and attacked Hector with a burst.

The black spear wrapped in the storm lashed towards Hector like a whip.

Qiang Qiang ~!

Hector had to raise the shield above his head, desperately resisting.

Huge force bombarded the shield fiercely, and then spread along his arms to his whole body.

Hector suddenly felt as if his whole body was being pricked by countless thin needles.

The tingling and itching kept coming up, if it wasn't for his strong will beyond ordinary people, he might have yelled out a long time ago.

He gritted his teeth and resisted desperately, the continuous huge force injured his internal organs, and blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth.

Qiang Qiang ~!

Under the non-stop attack of Achilles, Hector was pushed back again and again by the huge force.

Achilles had a bloodthirsty and ferocious expression on his face, as if he saw the scene where his enemy was brutally tortured and died in humiliation.

The excited Achilles didn't realize that the two of them were getting closer to the Trojan cheering team.

When the two were less than five meters away from the cheering team, Achilles hit the side of the shield with a single shot.

Hector, who had already lost consciousness in his arm, couldn't help but groaned, and the shield flew out of his hand.

Achilles' eyes flickered with blood.

"Go to hell, Hector!"

He retracted the spear as fast as he could, and then thrust forward forcefully.

The long spear immediately shot towards Hector's throat like a black lightning bolt!

Finished!