Chapter 509: Wheel Battles Are Too Dangerous, Grandmaster of Theory Decides to Play Turtle
Chapter 509: Wheel Battles Are Too Dangerous, Grandmaster of Theory Decides to Play Turtle
After the referee announced playtime, wait, the start of the match,
a thin and arrogant figure slowly stood up.
Yu Xiaogang stood with his hands behind his back, raising his head slightly and scanning the entire audience with his slightly stiff dead fish eyes.
Then, under countless gazes, he said leisurely: "The Shrek Team is forfeiting the first round of the individual defensive tournament."
Instantly, bursts of noise and discussion erupted from the spectator stands.
"What is the situation? Shrek gave up?"
"Surrendering without even fighting, is this the dark horse team that was hyped up to the heavens before?"
"Tsk tsk, I thought they had so much spine, but when they ran into Spirit Hall and the Imperial Team, their legs turned to jelly right away!"
"Shrek are spineless shrimps!"
The arena instantly filled with curses.
In the Shrek preparation area, the atmosphere dropped to freezing point within a single second.
Ma Hongjun jumped up from his chair with his face flushed red: "Grandmaster! Why?"
"Without even fighting, on what grounds are we giving up directly? My Evil Fire hasn’t even been spewed out yet!"
"Surrendering without a fight, what kind of nonsense is this?"
Dai Mubai clenched his fists until they creaked, feeling quite unwilling and humiliated.
Winning against the Star Dou Royal Team relied on Tang San, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to showcase himself properly.
Tang San said with extreme displeasure: "With my current strength, why should I fear anyone?"
Facing everyone’s doubts and dissatisfaction, Yu Xiaogang’s expression remained unchanged.
Even the corners of his eyes revealed an arrogance that seemed to say, "You are all foolish."
He raised his hand and pressed down gently, speaking in an unfathomable tone: "What are you panicking about?"
Yu Xiaogang let out a cold snort and pointed at the distant Spirit Hall team and Imperial Team.
"What do you think an individual defensive tournament is? It is an endless wheel battle!"
"Aside from Little San, what meaning is there for you to go up other than vainly consuming spirit power and suffering severe injuries that affect subsequent matches?"
"Don’t forget, the format includes a loser’s bracket team match."
A flash of calculation light flickered in Yu Xiaogang’s eyes as he conceitedly crossed his arms behind his back.
"By giving up the individual matches, we can enter the loser’s bracket directly in peak condition, and furthermore, facing the injured loser’s bracket."
"With the seven-in-one tactic tailor-made for you by me personally, securing advancement slots will be as easy as pie!"
"More importantly..."
He turned his body slightly, looking at the main ring with a gloomy gaze: "By giving up now, we can sit in the audience and, from the posture of bystanders, thoroughly see through all the trump cards, Spirit Abilities, and combat habits of everyone in the Imperial Team and the Spirit Hall team!"
"This is called avoiding their sharp edge and striking when they are exhausted!"
"This is supreme tactical planning, what do you know?"
Hearing this self-justifying "Grandmaster’s theory", Ma Hongjun opened his mouth, temporarily baffled into speechlessness.
Tang San’s eyes flickered slightly, suppressing the discomfort in his heart.
Matters having reached this point, he could only nod and coldly accept the out by saying: "Teacher’s words are extremely correct, it was us who were impulsive."
"Preserving strength and spying on the enemy’s situation is the best strategy."
...
At the Royal Fighting Team seating area.
Lin Qingmo finally snapped out of the shock that his master was Bibi Dong at this moment.
Although there were too many doubts in his heart,
but now was not the time to think about these things; he struggled to suppress the shock in his heart.
Hearing the news of Shrek’s forfeit almost choked him.
"As expected of Grandmaster."
Dugu Yan rolled her eyes: "Since Shrek forfeited, doesn’t that mean only we and Spirit Hall are left to fight to the death now?"
"Fight to the death? Not really."
Lin Qingmo’s slender fingers gently tapped on the backrest, his gaze recovering calmness and depth.
Having just learned that his elusive master turned out to be the current Supreme Pontiff Bibi Dong, this brought a considerable impact to his young heart.
But the current match must not drop the chain.
"Shrek simply wants the loser’s bracket to defeat the injured opponents with all their might."
"Since Shrek wants to act like cowards hiding their heads, we will grant their wish."
Lin Qingmo’s gaze swept over the eager young women beside him, and he said with a smile: "Today’s show, we of the Imperial Team will play the lead role."
At this moment, a cold shout came from the center of the ring.
A robust figure swooped onto the ring like a roc spreading its wings, landing steadily on the floor built of fine steel.
That was a young man wearing the platinum uniform of Spirit Hall, with a gloomy gaze and intense spirit power fluctuations surging around him.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple!
Four dazzling spirit rings rose alternately beneath his feet, and violent air waves pushed outward in all directions.
A level forty-six Battle Spirit Ancestor from Spirit Hall Academy!
The young man’s hands turned into sharp eagle talons, his gaze scraping toward the direction of the Royal Fighting Team like knives, and he sternly said: "Royal Fighting Team, who dares to come up and fight?"
A level forty-six Battle Spirit Ancestor!
Furthermore, he was a high-tier Spirit Ancestor carefully cultivated by Spirit Hall, and as soon as he appeared, he carried a fierce murderous aura.
Gasps instantly erupted from the spectator stands.
"As expected of Spirit Hall, anyone sent out to lead the charge is casually a level forty-six Battle Spirit Ancestor!"
"The Royal Fighting Team is in a difficult spot now. This is a wheel battle after all, and the first one to go up will definitely be consumable fodder."
At the Shrek Team seating area, Yu Xiaogang revealed a sneer of "just as expected".
"Did you see that? My decision is the wisest."
However, the atmosphere on the Royal Fighting Team’s side was bizarrely relaxed.
Xiao Wu rubbed her fists, eager to try: "A-Qing, do you want me to go kick this arrogant guy away?"
Dugu Yan’s fingertips flickered with emerald toxic light: "I’ll make him kneel and call for his mom in three seconds."
Zhu Zhuqing didn’t speak, but a wisp of netherworld cold air was already drifting out from under her feet.
Ning Rongrong and Ye Lingling, these two of the support system, were quite self-aware, sitting in the back peacefully drinking tea and watching the show.
Lin Qingmo’s gaze swept over several people, finally stopping on Bai Chenxiang, who was leaning against the very edge and standing quietly all along.
The young girl was wearing a tight combat suit, her slender legs tensing out a perfect arc, and in those clear, bright eyes, hard-to-suppress excitement and anticipation were flashing.
"Chenxiang," Lin Qingmo called out with a smile.
"Here!" Bai Chenxiang’s dainty body trembled, and she immediately straightened her back.
"Go, give the entire continent a little agility-attack system shock."
"Remember, there’s no need to hide any strength, go all out, however flashy you want to be, do it!"
Hearing that there was no need to hide her strength, the light in Bai Chenxiang’s eyes suddenly brightened to the extreme.
"Okay!"
She nodded heavily.
Without even taking the stairs, her petite body like a wisp of weightless wind carved a graceful arc in the air, landing lightly in the center of the ring.
"Royal Fighting Team, Bai Chenxiang."
The young girl’s voice was crisp and tender, yet it exuded an incomparably fierce sharpness.
The Spirit Hall member on the stage froze for a moment, then couldn’t help scoffing out loud.
"Is the Royal Fighting Team out of people? Sending a little brat up here to throw away her life?"
"Little sister, I advise you to go down by yourself, lest you hurt your face in a moment."
"Hurt my face? Just based on you, a level forty-six little Spirit Ancestor?"
Bai Chenxiang sneered as she released her Spirit and spirit rings.
The smile of the arrogant fellow opposite her completely froze on his face in an instant, and his figure retreated repeatedly.
Only because one brilliant and dazzling spirit ring after another rose from beneath Bai Chenxiang’s feet.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black!
A full five spirit rings intertwined into a stunning halo matrix.
Gale winds roared, and the black ring was dazzling!
She was actually a five-ring Spirit King!
An unknown young girl in the Royal Fighting Team was actually already a Battle Spirit King possessing a ten-thousand-year fifth ring?
On the ring.
Bai Chenxiang flew high into the sky, overlooking the pale-faced Spirit Hall member from above.
A wisp of wind blade surrounded her body, and the wind blew orderly as she smiled brightly and dangerously.
"Hey, that level forty-six uncle."
"Whose face did you say you were going to hurt just now?"
(End of Chapter)
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