Their shouts attracted the attention of many spectators, some of whom even stood up.

Song Yu raised a hand to make a shushing gesture. The passengers who had stood up as if they wanted to talk to him immediately sat back down, but they couldn't hide the excitement on their faces.

Compared to them, the four cloaked figures were clearly more excited. They never expected that Mr. Song, whom they had been discussing just a moment ago, would actually appear beside them the next! What an honor it was to be watching the same match as Mr. Song!

"Mr. Song... what brings you here?"

Song Yu said, "Let me take a look."

"Oh, okay, then you see, if you need anything, just let us know, and we'll do our best to arrange it for you."

Seeing Song Yu nod, the cloaked figures were so excited they wanted to shout three times, but they remembered that there were still many people sitting here, including many people of extremely high status who had deliberately hidden themselves. So they held back and said calmly, "Mr. Song, then we'll continue watching the match."

"Um."

The cloaked figures only felt a blur before their eyes, and when they could see clearly again, Song Yu was no longer there. Although they were somewhat disappointed, they were already very satisfied to have watched the game with Mr. Song for a few minutes.

"Sigh, no matter who the successor is chosen this time, I have no regrets. Why do you think Mr. Song is here?"

"I don't know. Mr. Song has never been interested in competitions before."

"Yes, I remember during the third competition, Mr. Song's arch-rival chose a pretty good successor. At that time, Mr. Song was provoked, and everyone thought that Mr. Song would show up, but he just didn't."

After saying this, the four cloaked figures fell silent, then nearly cried at their own stupidity. How could they have forgotten that Mr. Song had also chosen a successor this time! And Mr. Song's chosen successor was currently in the competition. They had just asked Mr. Song why he was here; wasn't the answer obvious?

Mr. Song is here to watch his successor's match, of course!

"...Ahem, Mr. Song has come in person, which shows that Mo Shuwan still has some potential."

After saying that, the cloaked man couldn't help but put his hand to his forehead, feeling that he had said something pointless again. Now everyone knows the sensation that Mo Shuwan caused in the fortress. Even though her physical condition is still a bit lacking, she has unlimited potential and will definitely be a super help in the future fight against the invaders from outside the region.

During the match, because Wen Zuo marked the entire map, the map could no longer accurately show the positions of other teams, so for them, the map was now essentially useless.

They could only rely on the traces around them to determine if there were any people nearby.

However, seeing other passengers is also a benefit to them. As long as they don't encounter an extremely strong team and get eliminated, they won't actively eliminate others.

Throughout the match, they searched the arena for any possible fruits or similar items. However, it wasn't that they were unlucky, or perhaps there simply weren't any such things in the arena. They spent a full half hour in the border area without finding anything that looked particularly special that they could take with them.

"I guess there were already few of them to begin with, and they've already been picked by other teams."

Mo Shuwan also sighed, "It depends on luck. There's no map now, and we don't know how many teams are left—someone's coming."

Yun Chen paused in his chewing, looking at Mo Shuwan with a surprised expression. Cheng Hua next to him had a similar expression, because just a second before Mo Shuwan spoke, they had also noticed someone approaching.

"The progress is too great."

"What did you say?"

Chenghua shook his head.

Unable to find what they were looking for, the group wanted to stretch their muscles and bones. After forbidding Chenghua and Yunchen from making a move, they hid and silently waited for the opposing team to approach.

When they came into view, everyone looked surprised. It turned out to be composed of four teams, and they seemed to have gotten along very well before.

"I wonder which bastard destroyed the map. If I find him, the first thing I'll do is beat him to a pulp!"

Mo Shuwan, who was slowly drawing the bowstring, paused, turned her head to look at Wen Zuo squatting beside her, and couldn't help but laugh silently, "I'm calling you a bastard and saying I'm going to beat you into a pig's head."

"Let's beat them into pig heads first."

The two communicated silently, word by word. After Mo Shuwan understood, she almost burst out laughing. "Okay, beat them into pig heads."

Once Mo Shuwan was sure Wen Zuo understood what she meant, she released her grip, and the icy blue arrow shot out from the grass. The sound it made alerted the four teams in the distance, and they quickly huddled together, seemingly intending to face the unknown danger together.

It's quite interesting to see such a harmonious team in this kind of competition.

The icy blue arrow quickly came into their view. The initially alert group felt their tension subside somewhat after seeing the arrow slowly approaching. Although they knew they couldn't let their guard down, the slow pace of the approaching arrow made them think it probably wasn't too dangerous.

"Who wants to give it a try?" someone asked in a deep voice, looking at the arrow that was still at least thirty meters away.

"I'll handle it. I need to practice recently, but you guys should also pay close attention to your surroundings. It looks like someone is lying in ambush on us, but we don't know how many teams are involved."

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