"You're not really planning to wait until tomorrow morning, are you?"
Ye Zi shrugged and said:
"Why not? If I win this time, I doubt anyone will organize this competition again."
Since this is the final battle, I naturally want to have some fun. I just don't know how much effort you guys can force me to exert.
Steve stared at Ye Zi with a complicated expression. After a while, he got up, returned to his camp, and announced that the final battle would begin the next morning.
That's what they say, but Steve doesn't completely trust Ye Zi. No one seems to be disarming or taking a proper rest.
Moreover, several ninjas and assassins kept a close eye on Ye Zi, fearing that she might suddenly launch an attack.
Ye Zi relaxed, and the two began to rest when they were about 200 meters apart.
At this distance, no matter who makes a move, the other party can detect it immediately and have ample time to prepare.
Moreover, Ye Zi instructed the system to keep a close eye on that group of people, and he would unleash a thunderous strike as soon as they showed any signs of aggression.
Throughout the afternoon, Steve's allies split into several groups, with someone always keeping an eye on Leaf.
During dinner, Ye Zi openly took out food and drinks. After dinner, feeling playful, she put her double maces into the mace pouch at her back and strode towards the location of Steve and the others.
The moment the leaves moved, Steve noticed, and the group of people started preparing for battle in a chaotic frenzy.
Ye Zi walked a short distance away and called out:
"Steve, come out and let's talk."
Steve stepped out of the group, shield and spiked club in hand, and asked in confusion:
Are you planning to start a war now?
"Bullshit, I said I'd wait until you guys were rested before we started fighting tomorrow morning, but looking at your condition now, you clearly don't look like you're ready to rest."
So I came here to ask, what are you really thinking? Are you planning to waste the last years of your lives?
“F***k!” Steve cursed out, then roared:
"Don't think you've got us figured out. Putting aside our numerical advantage, everyone here is a master. We're not pushovers."
"Why are you all so nervous? If you're not prepared to die, why are you all fully armed while eating?"
If you're going to waste this time, you might as well start the fight now, give your final dance, and end this match.
After Ye Zi finished speaking, she gripped the mace handle with both hands, looking ready to fight.
Just as Steve was about to say something, Ye Zi released the mace handle and said with a disdainful look:
"Forget it, look at their worried and scared faces. You should hurry up and give them some psychological counseling to prepare for the final battle tomorrow morning. I have no interest in pushovers."
Don't waste my efforts. After all, it's the last match, and it wouldn't be interesting if I had to put on an act for you guys.
After Ye Zi finished speaking, she turned and left. As she turned, a mischievous smile appeared on her lips.
After hearing Ye Zi's words, Steve turned to look at his men, wanting to know who had chickened out.
But when he turned around, he realized it was almost dark. He could only make out the expressions of a few people nearby, and their formation was quite dense. It would be a miracle if he could even see the expressions of the people behind him.
He turned to Ye Zi's departing back and swore at her again, but it was always the same few sentences over and over.
After venting his anger, Steve turned to look at his so-called allies. They looked tired, tense, and a little worried, but most of them were filled with anger.
Steve knew that Ye Zi's purpose in coming was to mess with his mind.
As he suspected, Ye Zi came to mess with his mentality.
That's how morale works: it rises with the first burst of energy, then declines, and finally collapses.
Steve and the others were in high spirits, which peaked when Ye Zi chased them to the open space, but that was also when they were most exhausted.
Encirclement and annihilation of Ye Zi cannot rely solely on morale; it also requires ample physical strength.
You could say these were two poisons: one for morale, the other for stamina. Steve chose stamina.
This tension lasted all afternoon before gradually waning. Ye Zi is now coming over to provoke him. No matter what decision Steve makes, as long as he's interrupted before he speaks, a fight won't break out.
This morale, after being depleted overnight, will be at its lowest point tomorrow morning.
Even if their physical strength recovers by then, their morale will still plummet. Without the confidence to win and the preparation to die, how can they possibly win?
Besides, will they really get a peaceful night's rest? Aren't they afraid of Ye Zi's sudden attack?
The answer is no. Even if someone is specifically watching over Ye Zi, the others will not be able to rest in peace. To be precise, they dare not rest in peace.
Because they were afraid—afraid of a sudden attack from the leaves, afraid of dying in their sleep.
They all knew about Ye Zi's ranged attack methods. The two-person team was 200 meters apart. Although this distance was not within the range of an arrow, it was within Ye Zi's attack range.
Steve had no other choice but to reassure everyone to rest, and only when he lay down to rest did he let out a mournful cry in his heart.
He knew very well that after the commotion just now, his team's morale had been completely depleted. Without morale, their fighting strength would be greatly reduced, and the battle tomorrow morning would probably be very difficult.
But no matter what, he's already come this far, it wouldn't be right not to give it his all, especially since it concerns his life and fortune.
After returning to her place, Ye Zi began to rest leisurely.
In the middle of the night, Ye Zi suddenly got up. His movement caused another commotion on Steve's side. In the end, Ye Zi had just gotten up to pee.
Of course, this was intentional; he specifically instructed the system to wake him up once in the middle of the night.
Steve was also awakened. He watched as Ye Zi calmly lay down to rest after relieving herself of the water, his eyes filled with rage. Several radical people around him roared and demanded that war break out.
But Steve glanced at the others, and most of them didn't seem to have any intention of starting a war.
The few who had been shouting the loudest earlier followed Steve's gaze to their allies and could only helplessly shut up. They were determined and their strength was among the top in the group of allies, but they did not want to be cannon fodder.
They're just hot-tempered, not stupid. In a one-on-one fight, even Steve wouldn't be a match for Ye Zi. With just a few of them, rushing in would be like sending them to their deaths.
As Yezi lay back down to rest, Steve could only wave to his men to relax, and then continue to rest.
At the same time, the people watching Ye Zi should be on high alert. Unless Ye Zi charges at them, there is no need to worry about Ye Zi launching a surprise attack.
Nothing happened that night. After dawn, Ye Zi was woken up by the system again. She washed her face, brushed her teeth, and ate breakfast with a smile on her face.
I couldn't help but laugh. Apart from the black people, who didn't seem to have dark circles under their eyes, everyone else looked like a panda, with panda eyes on their faces. Steve was no exception.
Steve was worried about the lack of morale. The final battle would be difficult. A few people were angry, but most were worried about Ye Zi's surprise attack or even dying here after the battle started.
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