Chapter 602 13 Inches (Modified, Sincere Thanks to Silver Alliance Leader Ai Ai)
Allen, who had already caught up with the red-haired wizard, did not take the opportunity to attack the warthog bladder tied to his body. Instead, he punched Gryffindor directly in the eye socket, causing one of his eyes to open for a short time. It won't open.
Gryffindor, who had just barely regained his broomstick, lost control again, and the two of them continued to fly downward again.
Before he had time to throw a second punch, the moment he approached the grass, Allen yanked the broom and changed the direction instantly. His expression was a little distorted because of this sudden change of direction - he felt that his tight The pants have been torn.
But Allen was the first to successfully start returning to Skyrim.
Gryffindor, on the other hand, was forced to put his feet on the ground and slide for a short distance. Veins appeared on his forehead due to the exertion. Finally, he yelled: "♂ah♂!" and then kicked the ground hard once. Jumping up, he reluctantly returned to the air with a broomstick that looked even more ragged. His leather boots without soles had already opened, and his legs were splashed with mud from the slide just now, which also made him look like he was at a disadvantage.
The two people flew back into the sky at a much slower speed than they had just fallen. Even though they were bloody, they could not ignore the tingling sensation in the indescribable parts caused by the big ups and downs. They bared their teeth and had ferocious faces, but as they approached each other, they used their bodies to block each other's blows, while trying their best to puncture each other's warthog bladders. The duel became more intense and more brutal.
"Boy, you performed a good move!" Gryffindor held the broom and gasped. The previous violent movement caused the wound on his head to open again, and blood flowed to his swollen eye. , making it completely unable to open.
"Middle-aged bearded man, your thighs are starting to tremble. You don't feel well there." Allen changed his hand to hold the broom. The hand that just held the broom was numb, and it was broken due to the movement just now. The skin bleeds.
"Oh, it was so thrilling. But that's not okay!" the host said after he recovered. Listening to his tone, he obviously felt frightened. "As a man, I feel the same way."
Ravenclaw off the field also looked at the situation under the hem of Allen's tight leather jacket from below, and knew that the other party did not use the cushion spell as she designed - this also made her a little angry with Allen, thinking that he It was because of Godric Gryffindor's influence that he acted stupidly.
Allen and Gryffindor were actually not seriously injured at this time, but they were fighting each other more fiercely. The two men faced each other head-on again, their bodies collided with each other, and each other flew backwards. Their brooms shook even more. Gryffindor's face turned pale, but instead of taking a step back, he gritted his teeth and rushed forward again with red eyes.
Allen's arm was also numb from the huge force just now, but under his exquisite control, the broom that was about to collapse still deftly made a sharp turn to avoid Gryffindor's pursuit again. Because Gryffindor refused to admit defeat and continued to forcefully follow Allen to stop and change direction, he felt that he was about to break. The burning pain from the inside out made him have to hunch up and lie on the broom. Only when I tremble slightly can I feel some relief.
"Boy, don't you feel any pain?" Just after asking, Gryffindor blocked Allen's attack with his body again, and his side was bleeding under the tip of Allen's broomstick.
"My own wand is different from your wooden wand. It's made of mithril, and it's thirteen inches, and longer than yours..." Allen endured the pain, raised the corner of his mouth and mocked - he flies after all. He has better skills and is not as strong as Gryffindor, so he actually takes much less damage than his opponent.
Godric Gryffindor was stunned for a moment, but instantly understood the meaning of the other party's words, roared angrily, and rushed over again. Allen did not dodge anymore, but rushed towards Gryffindor, and the two became entangled again...
"Rowner, didn't you say that Godric would definitely lose?" Hufflepuff in the audience clenched his fists nervously and said with worry on his face.
Ravenclaw's slender fingers crossed together: "He's useless."
After the two separated again, neither one of them immediately turned around and chased the other. Instead, they invariably went back to back and in opposite directions to distance themselves from each other - it was time to decide the outcome.
Allen knew that although his damaged broom could last longer than Gryffindor's, he had no intention of taking advantage of this. Despite this collision, Gryffindor was stronger and had the advantage, but Allen Lun still decided to fight head-on. He grabbed the broom and turned it around, staring at the Gryffindor opposite who made the same move as him.
This time, they bowed and nodded to each other on their broomsticks - and then flew straight towards each other at full speed.
The tail branches of Gryffindor's broom were scattered even more violently, and blood splashed in the air behind him. The texture of the broom in his hand is no longer smooth, and the entire broom has cracks. Gryffindor knows that if he bumps into it like this, the broom will inevitably break, but with such a respectable opponent and For the honor of the warrior, he must not retreat.
The red-haired wizard focused his attention on the boy, and the muscles on his face tensed up - the two people looking at each other invariably accelerated their flight speed, and neither of them had any intention of avoiding it.
"If I'm not wrong, this wonderful but painful duel will decide the winner. Just like this, even a strong Godric Gryffindor might not be able to withstand it. Maybe there will be There are casualties." The host said with some concern.
In the audience, Hufflepuff clenched his wand and stood up. Ravenclaw narrowed her eyes and stood up with her with a stern expression.
"It's very brave, but I have never seen a duel with flying broomsticks reach such a ferocious and fierce level. For victory and honor, these two people act as if they don't care about their own lives!" The host! The voice amplified by magic echoed in the arena, "Both of them were injured, blood was flowing everywhere... So who won the victory?!"
All the audience's attention was focused on the two people flying relative to each other in the sky. Everyone understood the consequences of such a violent collision. Everyone held their breath and stared at the two warriors, quietly waiting for that moment to arrive.
At this time, Alan Harris and Godric Gryffindor approached quickly, and finally collided heavily with each other. The bang could be heard throughout the stadium, and there was a roar from the audience. Exclaims and lamentations.