Chapter 48 Battle of Zhuolu
After not knowing whether they had harmed or helped their teammates, Qi Heng and Sheng Mu still hated each other. Furious, they became angrier and angrier the more they fought.
Dodging the violent lightning and bullets, Sheng Mu jumped away nimbly, drew the bow and shot energy arrows to track his opponent.
Occasionally he would be trapped from both sides, but his ability was defensive in nature, and he became fearless after being amplified by his teammates. Besides, we have enough energy now, so these attacks are just a drop in the bucket.
However, even the strongest shield can be worn down by persistent attacks, and arrows with a paralysis debuff require more energy. Qi Heng's abilities and weapons are rather tricky, so they still need to be weakened as much as possible in the early stages.
So I shot the debuff arrows, and you fired the bullets wrapped in lightning, and the two of us were like filming an action movie, except for the fact that we could climb walls and run on rooftops.
As the saying goes: From seven steps away, the gun is fast; within seven steps, the gun is fast and accurate.
This statement is correct, but it does not include fights between people with special abilities, so Qi Heng stopped shooting and wasted bullets. Sheng Mu would be weakened anyway, so close combat is more cost-effective.
So, the two of them went from long-range combat to close combat. One was using a gun and the other was using an arrow, one was defending and the other was attacking, but they just started fighting each other with weapons, and the scene was very chaotic for a while.
The hard back of the gun was swung fiercely towards Sheng Mu's temple, and a leg attacked from below, about to kick his calf.
With a light sigh, Sheng Mu concentrated his supernatural powers on the place where he was hit and took the attack head-on, enduring a dull pain. The S-level supernatural bow in his hand was instantly raised to block the pistol, and because of its length, it successfully blocked the attack, giving it a slight advantage.
This is the disadvantage of only being able to rely on supernatural weapons to attack. When the bow and arrow can no longer shoot energy arrows and can only become a physical prop, you lose the greatest threat to the enemy.
However, the tracking arrows in the early stage were not to be trifled with. When two arrows were fired at the same time, Qi Heng's skin was inevitably pierced. The slight paralysis gradually increased with the passage of time, affecting the speed of movement.
A flaw.
Sheng Mu's eyes lit up and he seized the opportunity. He clenched his fist and punched Qi Heng's lower left abdomen with all his strength. The explosive power gathered from daily exercise was concentrated on one point, with the determination to make the opponent scream!
Sheng Mu stared at Qi Heng's face.
......
He still has that calm and indifferent expression? ! How is that possible? How could this person be so good at facial expression management? ? Or maybe he has no sense of pain at all! ! Is it true that there are people who can endure pain so well? !
When Sheng Mu found that the other party didn't even stiffen at all, his defense broke down, his face twisted slightly, and he began to doubt himself.
The coach said: As an excellent psychic, you must never show your joy on your face, so as to avoid the enemy seeing your thoughts.
So Sheng Mu quickly adjusted his distorted expression and subconsciously imitated Qi Heng's expressionless face opposite him.
You know what, it really worked. With a stern face, he methodically resisted and dodged Qi Heng's intensive and violent attacks. No one could see that his defense was broken at all.
It's just two people with similar expressions fighting each other, which looks a bit weird.
The ball of light behind him that blocks the sense of pain hides his merits and fame.
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The audience watched the four 1V1 situations, raised their colorful cheering sticks and cheered loudly, shouting "Come on, Team Superpower!" repeatedly.
After three days of shouting, the people's voices became hoarse, which could not be cured by a few Golden Throat tablets.
However, for them, the last group match has special significance. Therefore, even if there is a blade in the throat, we must cheer loudly for the psychics. This mist can just serve as a halftime break.
Therefore, when the fog dissipated a little and the figures were revealed, the audience would burst into applause and cheers, and the movement was so uniform that it frightened the top executives and made them tremble.
And when the fog once again enveloped the stage, the audience seats would instantly become quiet again, with only sparse applause proving that what they had just heard was not an illusion.
Ye Yunhe was amused by the intermittent movement.
When the fog dissipates, she will immediately observe the position of her teammates, and cooperate with them to gradually shorten the distance between the two sides. After the blue energy light touches the other three people, it will instantly merge into them, refreshing their physical strength and mana.
With the help of the audience seats, you don’t need to pay attention to the movement of the fog yourself.
As he thought about it, he crossed his daggers over each other to block the machete that was coming down. Ye Yunhe squatted down, her wrist trembling slightly. She took a deep breath, used her supernatural power to pour fluid force, and then suddenly exerted force to knock away the opponent's weapon.
Turning around to distance herself, she glanced at the strong and smooth arm muscles of the amplified psychic opposite her, and then quickly glanced at herself.
If it weren't for the supernatural power that could refresh the state, I would have been split in half long ago... What a terrifying strength.
"Ha, how's it going? The result of my practice."
Seeing Ye Yunhe's gaze lingering on her muscles many times, the amplified mutant shook her high ponytail, raised her eyebrows and raised her left arm to show it generously.
With his other hand he held the machete and slashed it diagonally like a one-handed sword.
Ye Yunhe's wrist felt sore unconsciously, and he blocked the powerful attack again, nodding sincerely: "Very handsome, very cool, to a degree that I can't do."
"Especially your blocking speed, it's amazing..."
It affected her mana replenishment several times, and she almost became one of the psychics who assisted the opponents in the competition.
With a sigh, she calmed herself down.
Go ahead and fight, whether you can win is determined by fate.
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On the rooftop in the distance, Bai Ri was leaning against the railing, holding his chin and looking at the distant competition stage, with a thoughtful look on his face.
The officer at the side crossed his arms, not understanding why this man didn't sit in a comfortable chair and watch the high-definition battle, but had to run to a faraway place to watch the vague and blurry figure.
Could it be that the position of the senior executive is not high enough, and his desire for heights has become more serious?
"I didn't have the time to watch a game two days ago, but now I'm willing to go out and watch. Could it be that there is some unknown problem in this last group match?"
He gave up dissecting the "unknown creature" that was stamped with supernatural powers, looked towards the stage and asked curiously.
The wind didn't seem to convey the question to that person's ears, and Bai Ri, who was leaning against the railing and watching the battle quietly, said nothing.
The officer shrugged, already accustomed to the man's temper of simply ignoring him when he didn't want to answer, and changed the subject as usual.
"Well, this group battle is so intense, which team do you think will win?"
"How can you get answers from me, sir?"
This time there was a response. Bai Zhou turned his head and asked back, putting his hands on the railing to straighten himself up.
The moment they looked at each other, the officer inexplicably felt that there seemed to be a subtle change in the young man's eyes. The abnormal speed was extremely fast and uncatchable, and it had already dived to the bottom the moment it was noticed.
"How could that be? This is a normal pre-match bet."
He laughed and leaned on the railing, imitating Bai Ri's actions.
“As the initiator, let me say this first – I think the government team won.”
"You obviously didn't watch it carefully, but you decided the winner just because you are a government employee?" Bai Zhou replied boredly, turned his head and continued to watch the battle on the stage, his eyes moving slightly with the actions of the psychics on the field.
The officer also looked carefully at the mosaic-like figures in the distance and found it difficult to see them seriously.
He asked calmly, "There is no rule prohibiting this, right?"
"That's true." Bai Zhou chuckled and agreed with this statement.
"But there is still no need to make this bet."
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The battle on the field has entered the later stage, and all eight people have concerns and are unwilling to show their full strength.
The minute hand moved forward steadily, and my strength gradually faded away.
Sheng Chao wiped the sweat from his forehead and breathed softly. The fog disappeared, and he stood opposite Lin Muyu, leaning forward with a scimitar in hand.
The sun peeked through the clouds and shadows appeared at my feet.
The next moment, something like a living creature tripped over his ankle, and the opponent in front of him also attacked, with the sharp tip of the knife shining brightly.
The speed of superpowers has slowed down a lot. Sheng Chao weighed it in his mind.
There is not much time left. If we exceed the time taken by other teams to win, then even if we win we will still be ranked behind and the points gap will be widened.
Although the opponent team did not have a healing ability user, the endurance provided by Ye Yunhe, as an auxiliary, was far stronger than theirs, and his physical strength was always refreshed when he was exhausted. If you keep wasting time like this, you will be the one who can't bear it anymore.
If we find a good time to attack and force one of them to leave the field, we might be able to reverse the situation. Your teammates should be able to release one last short-term mist and try to get out of the 1V1 situation and attack the same person together.
As for Sheng Mu... he prepared according to the original plan, blocking the three opponents from approaching and increasing the tolerance time. Most importantly, keep yourself safe.
Thinking of this, Sheng Chao glanced at his younger brother not far away and found that since the other party met Qi Heng in the fog, he had been tightly entangled by the other party according to the strategy. The airtight cover made it impossible for him to raise his bow and shoot high-energy buff arrows.
One thought it was a waste of bullets, and the other thought the debuff would be refreshed, so the two are still fighting passionately with weapons.
Listening to the faint and persistent "bang bang" sound, Sheng Chao began to worry about the hardness of the bow and arrow and the cost of maintenance.
and the mental health of his brother.
The bow and arrow that was worried about was not a big deal.
After all, it is an S-level supernatural weapon, so it should not be unable to withstand such a small difficulty.
But Sheng Mu does need to worry.
Just as his brother said, ever since he and Qi Heng bumped into each other with their backs facing each other in the fog for the first time, that indifferent face has always been in front of his eyes.
There were several times when the opponent was finally paralyzed by the debuff, and before he could be happy, a blue light flew in from nowhere, avoiding many obstacles and reversing Qi Heng's time, almost making Sheng Mu think that he had entered some terrible cycle.
So why does there exist such extraordinary supernatural powers? !
He shouted, unwilling and aggrieved.
And why did I feel like I was being severely mocked even though this person clearly had no expression? !
He looked ferocious, angry and aggrieved.
This game made Sheng Mu's emotions so intense and complicated for the second time.
It must be the unique connection between twins. He suddenly looked at his brother and caught the message conveyed in Sheng Chao's eyes.
Pursing his lips unconsciously, he blinked to indicate his understanding.
......
The fog spread again.
It enveloped the entire arena at a gentle speed, confusing people's vision.
The few people who were entangled separately got rid of the protagonist group at the cost of injuries. The three members of the Dawn Guild surrounded Si and An, who were closest to them, from different directions based on the faint signals sent by the mist mutant.
The fog lasts for a shorter time than before, so we need to deal with it as soon as possible.
"!"
Sensing the fierce attack coming towards him, Si Yu'an's pupils shrank. The sword was wrapped in the mist, and the sudden tightening feeling made it impossible for him to pull it out. He could only abandon his weapon and resist with his bare hands, but he knew in his heart that he was probably in great danger.
The scimitar cut his arm, blood gushed out instantly, and a tearing pain came. To make sure he got nothing out of it, he rolled over to avoid the deadly machete, squeezed the wound, and smeared the blood on the calf of someone nearby.
The blood immediately corroded the fabric and eroded the flesh. Unexpected cries of pain filled the air and were located by the others who were desperately searching.
The scimitar came from above, piercing the flesh above Si and An's hearts.
The protective shield surrounding the stage vibrated with a "buzzing" sound, and golden light instantly gathered at the fatal wound, pressing against the tip of the knife, and then quickly spread to the entire body.
When Lin Muyu and Ye Yunhe rushed over, Si and An had already been teleported out. He only had time to throw the weapon in his hand at one of the exhausted men.
The fog then dissipated, revealing the entire scene.
Sheng Chao frowned and looked at it, feeling doubtful.
Although it was successful, these two people came too quickly. Didn’t Sheng Mu stop them?
At the same time, a blood-purple arrow formed by a large amount of energy broke through the air and shot quickly from the corner in the unexpected eyes of others.
Reflected in its dilated pupils, it attacked the target it was tracking without realizing it.
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