Chapter 47 Battle of Zhuolu
The morning of the third day of the Battle of Zhuolu.
The protagonists lived up to expectations and successfully advanced to the advanced group, preparing for the third game.
Eight promoted teams will compete against each other in pairs, and eventually four teams will win. The ranking is based on the time taken, and the first place can get the highest points.
Waking up full of energy, Si Yuan held a toothbrush in his mouth and took out his phone to send a message:
"Die, Black Mist: Captain! I forgot to ask you yesterday, which team are we fighting a high-level battle with? (Crayon Puppy raises his hand.jpg)"
"I saw it: it's the Dawnbreaker Guild."
“Die, Kurogiri: Ah…”
"Don't disturb me when I'm sleeping: I guessed this result the moment I realized their appearance rate was quite high :("
"Eye-to-eye: Keep calm. When I watched their group match last time, I could see that they were worried."
"Qi: Yes, and the medical staff are on call at all times, so even if you get hurt in a friendly match, you can still be saved."
"Do not disturb when sleeping: Please do not say scary words in a calm tone (wool cat falls to the ground.jpg)"
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At eight o'clock, the competition started on time.
The foursome leaned back in their seats, sipped soy milk and squinted at the light-polluted battle on the stage.
In the first match, there were two people with particularly eye-catching powers. Their energy light was so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at it, so when they attacked each other, it formed a spectacular scene.
In this situation, a pair of sunglasses is urgently needed.
"It's so bright, I can't see clearly at all."
Si Yu'an held a straw in his mouth and glanced at the audience who were quietly covering their eyes: "Even the cheering and encouragement are gone. I'm not used to it."
"I don't want to look anymore. I feel like I'm going blind." Ye Yunhe closed his eyes and stopped looking for the figure in the white light.
When the protagonists closed their eyes peacefully and gave up watching the battle, there was a sudden knock on the door and someone poked his head inside. When she saw the four people looking at her, she smiled and waved the thing in her hand.
It was a pretty girl, holding a bag in her hand...what was that? sunglasses?
"What can I do for you?"
Lin Muyu asked in a gentle voice.
After getting permission, the girl walked into the room and handed the bag to Qi Heng who was holding out his hand: "Hello, I'm here to give you this, you should need it."
Qi Heng took a quick look and saw four pairs of sunglasses of the same style.
Seeing him accept it, the girl was a little excited: "There is a psychic in our team whose ability is to copy. After seeing the situation on the field, he simply copied a lot and gave it to others."
"It's not a valuable thing anyway, and it doesn't consume much energy. You can use it. The sun is bright today and it's blinding."
"Thank you." Qi Heng nodded in thanks. Si Yu'an, who was standing beside him, had already taken one and put it on. He was looking at the stage in the distance with satisfaction and commenting confidently.
Leaning my head out for a quick look, I saw that most of the team were also wearing the same pair of sunglasses. Sitting in rows with their arms folded, they looked a bit like gangsters. The higher-ups and spectators who noticed this scene gave them puzzled looks.
Seeing this, Ye Yunhe also picked up one and held it in front of his eyes, looking away through the black lenses.
The girl held a large bag in her other hand and put it on her back, which was also full of sunglasses. She smiled at the four of them and waved her hand casually:
"Then I'm leaving. I have other teams to see off!"
After saying that, he turned around and jumped away, walking briskly towards another room.
Qi Heng watched her back, glanced at the two teammates next to him who were wearing sunglasses and crossing their arms to look cool, and looked at Lin Muyu.
"Wear it?"
he asked, picking one up.
Soon, there were two more players on the field who were not afraid of light pollution.
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Under the unscrupulous gaze of the crowd, the third high-level group battle ended.
In the current ranking, the Dawn Guild is at the top of the list, having surpassed the second place by a small margin. Speaking of this, after agreeing to Calint’s invitation to cooperate last night, I always felt that the tone of the other party’s reply changed again and again.
It turns out that mature psychics also snatch each other’s cell phones?
Finally, we came to the last game, the showdown between the protagonist group and the Dawn Guild, which was also the final match of the group battle.
In addition to the twins, the other two opponents are auxiliary types who use fog to hide their whereabouts and increase the attack power of the entire team. There is no one with healing abilities. It seems that the other party has given up on the war of attrition and plans to resolve the issue as quickly as possible.
They walked onto the stage at the same time, stood face to face, and shook hands amid the cheers of the audience. The two captains smiled at each other in a friendly manner and exchanged a few polite words.
The person Qi Heng shook hands with happened to be Sheng Mu. They were of similar age and their eye contact was at level.
As the younger twin brother, he was obviously more lively than his elder brother who was the captain. After meeting the boy's eyes, he smiled generously, and his bright golden hair was a little dazzling in the sun.
The handshake lasted only a few moments. Qi Heng nodded in response to his smile, then followed the actions of the others and withdrew his hand.
Didn't pull it out.
Being grabbed tightly by a seemingly friendly handshake partner, and feeling numb due to the excessive force, must be quite painful.
"......"
This situation attracted everyone's attention.
The cheers gradually died down as the audience was confused.
Yo.
Qi Heng, the person involved, raised his eyebrows. He looked up at Sheng Mu who was making unclear movements. He was a little surprised and also interested.
So the person who cast his gaze that day was indeed Sheng Mu? Is he treating someone of the same age as his rival?
Maybe it was because she saw that his face was expressionless and he showed no reaction. Sheng Mu narrowed his eyes and increased his strength in dissatisfaction.
"Sheng Mu."
Sheng Chao frowned and spoke sternly.
The protagonists on the side watched this scene quietly without saying a word. They glanced at their seemingly good-tempered teammates and watched the show in silence.
“…”
Sheng Mu curled his lips in boredom after being scolded by his brother, and decided to quit while he was ahead. He retracted his strength and loosened his hand.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to--hiss!"
He apologized perfunctorily, but before he finished speaking, he gasped in shock at the sharp pain in his hand.
He withdrew his hand suddenly and looked down at his red skin, feeling a little bit unbelievable, ashamed and angry for his reaction.
He gritted his teeth and raised his head, looking at the calm boy in front of him who seemed to have done nothing. The other party actually looked at him with confusion.
Qi Heng tilted his head slightly, as if thinking. Soon, he came to his senses, lowered his eyes to look at the back of Sheng Mu's hand, a trace of apology appeared on his face.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to do that."
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The group battle began in a strange atmosphere.
Feeling extremely ashamed, Sheng Mu clenched the bow and arrow in his hand tightly. The red on his hand spread to his face after he heard others' laughter and stayed there for a long time.
He bit his lower lip, turned his head away and ignored his brother's helpless gaze, thinking that this game was off to a great start.
Damn it! Never believe the nonsense on the Internet again!
Sheng Mu shouted in grief and anger in his heart.
Fortunately, the mist of his teammates had spread over the stage, shielding him and the people he didn’t want to see at the moment.
"Calm down. Don't you want to be the first?" Sheng Chao tightly gripped the scimitar in his hand and quickly said to his worrying brother.
The fog grew thicker, and he quietly gathered his energy under his feet, ready to go.
The twin vines are one for attack and one for defense. Sheng Mu has defensive capabilities, while Sheng Chao naturally has offensive attributes.
But on this stage, the twin vines' most unique resurrection ability will be curbed, after all, a relevant protective shield has been set up. If someone is fatally injured, they will directly defend themselves and move the person out of the shield for healing.
Of course, a team that loses a teammate will usually be suppressed and become the loser.
Sheng Mu took a deep breath and nodded heavily.
Yes, we want to be number one.
He closed his eyes, felt the flow of air carefully, and raised the bow and arrow in his hand in preparation.
In fact, when he first came to the competition, Sheng Mu only intended to practice, after all, the Dawn Guild was not short of good things.
But he changed his mind after the government announced the prize for the first prize.
A dagger that can cut through space, a prop that can save lives at critical moments, is what all psychics desire.
If he could get it, a situation as tragic and frightening as last time would not happen again, right?
The war is about to break out.
I don't know who made the first move, but the sharp sound of knife tips colliding suddenly rang out. At once, arrows and spears were fired, and lightning leaped in all directions, leaving scorch marks on the ground after being hurriedly dodged.
In the thick fog, even if you are almost face to face with each other, you cannot see the face of the person opposite you. As the passive party, they cannot obtain the opponent's position in the fog, their eyes are useless, and only their ears can detect any movement.
There was a whistling sound behind me.
Lin Muyu immediately turned around and held the knife to his chest, narrowly blocking the attacking sharp scimitar. The noise produced by the blade's resistance was a natural signal, but no one dared to attack directly.
After all, you can't be sure whether the attack will hit the opponent or the teammate, and even Qi Heng would not bet on this 50-50 chance.
The first attack failed, and Sheng Chao decisively withdrew and disappeared into the fog.
Lin Muyu retreated to the corner of the stage according to his memory, recalling the strategy he and his teammates had discussed before the game.
Based on the last battle I watched, I know that the fog won't stay for too long. The biggest disadvantage is that you will be surrounded and attacked by opponents who know your movements. Therefore, in order to avoid this situation, the best solution is for each of you to find an opponent and fight to the end, not giving them the opportunity to launch a sneak attack or siege.
The audience today was particularly relaxed. There were four games in total, and they only had to cheer for two of them. For the remaining two, either the light pollution was blinding or the fog was so thick that people could not be seen clearly.
Fortunately, there is a time limit. They waved their cheering sticks, listened to the noise of swords clashing, lightning and thunder, and silently waited for the fog to disperse.
So they saw a very martial 1V1 situation.
Si and An Zheng fought back and forth with the mist-based mutant, and the two of them mainly used softness to overcome hardness. The sword was swung down fiercely, but was gently wrapped by the condensed mist, removing its strength. It was helpless and impenetrable.
The mist-powered user also tried to use the mist to block Si and An's vision, or to restrain their hands and feet, but to no avail. The enemy was extremely agile, and the power he currently controlled could not keep up with that speed. We can only continue the game of you swing and I block.
After so many rounds of discussion, both sides felt that it was a waste of time. How come such a passionate high-level battle was turned into a childish game by them?
Just as they were doubting their lives, a familiar bolt of lightning and a familiar flying arrow shot towards them in their peripheral vision, heading straight for their faces.
Although they were clearly strangers meeting for the first time, Si, An and the mist ability user developed the same tacit understanding. They dodged in fear, kicked their legs and jumped in the opposite direction, narrowly avoiding the two attacks.
Haha, I didn’t dodge it.
The lightning and arrows twisted their bodies, made a flexible turn in the air and continued to shoot towards their faces, as if mocking their ignorance.
“?!”
“?!”
There was another simultaneous breath choking.
Si Yu'an looked at the arrow so close to him with his eyes wide open, as if he could feel the chill of the sharp arrowhead that was about to pierce his forehead and send him to death.
He raised his eyebrows, and tried his best to turn his head while activating his special power to strengthen his body. His defense suddenly increased, and he was able to barely regain a glimmer of life.
In a flash, a swift bolt of lightning shot out again, just in time for the best rescue. It knocked the arrow off balance, and ultimately only left a shallow blood mark on Si and An's cheeks.
He just stood firm, breathed a sigh of relief, and subconsciously looked at his fellow sufferer.
I was very relieved. There was also a burnt mark on the side of the other person's face that I was looking at silently. It was blurry and reassuring.
It seems that the mist user also remembered that he was a wizard in the emergency, and used the mist to block most of the attacks.
After all, energy arrows can't deflect lightning.
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