81: This is the sword against the Hidden Fox Wind Swordsman!
The blue team's mid-lane contestant felt the most relaxed.
He came to the front line and smiled at Liu Ren, “Kid, you’re finished!”
Nine sections of Battle Qi, two sections lower than his own, plus the jungler was about to come help ambush him—wouldn’t it be easy to win the first point?
Liu Ren dismissed him, raising a finger, “Come on over!”
The blue mid-lane contestant laughed in anger, striding forward, gripping the short sword in his hand, “A mere nobody, and you dare provoke me! You’re asking for a beating!”
Instead of playing safe and farming, you’re so arrogant.
Today, I’ll let you see what a power gap is!
As soon as the blue mid-lane contestant crossed the front line by two steps, he heard a gust of wind from behind.
Before he could turn around, just as he thought of rolling on the ground, he saw a short sword pierce through his chest.
The world before his eyes turned black, and he returned to floating in the spring, waiting to revive.
“Red team’s Hidden Fox General has killed the blue team’s mid-lane contestant!”
The blue mid-lane contestant cursed loudly, opening the chat channel in the spring and directly typing, “Jungler difference!”
Blue Jungler—Alive!
Blue Jungler—Alive!
Blue Jungler—Alive!
Damn it! Look at them, they came to gank mid-lane right at the start!
You, this Miracle Walker, are still farming in the jungle!
The blue jungler didn’t make a sound; the chat channel was quiet, very speechless.
No one expected the opponent to be so sinister.
This was clearly a fair confrontation, yet they were so skilled at such underhanded tricks.
After the blue mid-lane revived, he bought a shield and ran angrily towards the front line.
As soon as he ran out of the high ground, he again heard a gust of wind from behind, and the world before his eyes immediately turned black and white, his vision already back in the familiar spring.
The blue mid-lane opened the chat channel for everyone and couldn’t help but curse, “Are you living in the mid-lane?!”
Seriously, it’s frustrating.
I admit if I can’t beat them.
But being ambushed like this from behind, my mentality is going to explode.
The blue mid-lane frantically clicked on his own jungler’s avatar, “Are you dead?! Don’t you know to come help?!”
The blue jungler had only just finished half of the jungle at this moment, so he helplessly returned to the spring to buy equipment, planning to go to the front line with the mid-lane.
“The opponent is too shameless, using that noob Liu Ren as bait.”
With the jungler as company, the blue mid-lane’s temper improved a lot, and they left the spring together, heading for the front line.
This time, they walked a bit further before Tang Gao’s hidden sword attack stabbed them to death.
Two black and white Souls floated in the spring, silent.
They weren’t afraid of a strong opponent, only afraid of a strong and shameless opponent.
The battlefield most abhors enemies who are not only strong but also full of insidious and damaging tricks.
Soon after, good news came from the top lane; a Guardian Tower had already been smashed.
Xu Ling’er’s bounty had become very worthless; she kept smashing the defensive tower, doing whatever she wanted by controlling her corpse to fight after dying.
The bottom lane was very stable, having been bullied into staying behind the front line, not daring to move, fearing they would be smashed to death if they went out.
The entire match was incredibly smooth; after the red team got the first kill, they directly gathered in the top lane for a furious push, forcing the blue team’s contestants to fight, and then they were smashed.
Throughout the match, Xu Ling’er didn’t hit a single person, focusing on smashing the defensive tower without wavering, shouting “Eighty! Eighty! Eighty!”
In less than twelve minutes, the blue team’s base exploded.
When Tang Gao finished the match and opened his eyes from the bed, he was full of doubt, “This easy?”
Are the contestants this year even good?
Xu Ling’er grimaced as she climbed out of the bed beside her, feeling sore all over, “I took all the damage alone, of course you guys were relaxed.”
Liu Ren looked at the results, grinning from ear to ear, “Sister Xu, you’re so strong! Hahahahaha!”
The two most outstanding people in this match were Brother Tang, who kept killing throughout, and Xu Ling’er, who focused on destroying the enemy’s positions; he, the lazy one, was practically flying.
Xu Ling’er, receiving praise, smiled, her eyes curving into crescent moons, “You’re not bad either, Little Ren!”
Liu Yi smiled without speaking, standing with the stoic Li Yuan.
After one match, everyone’s relationship became much more harmonious.
Tang Gao looked at the rookies still fiercely fighting around him, stretched his wrist, “Let’s go to the lounge first, I need to rest a bit, then we’ll collect the award.”
The most troublesome part of attending an event isn’t the event itself, but collecting the award.
Liu Ren quickly pulled out his phone and tapped it, gasping, “Brother Tang! The first-place prize this year is a Profound Rank pet egg!”
Tang Gao gasped, “Holy cow!”
A Profound Rank pet egg!
It really is you, General Liu!
You’re really willing to spend a fortune!
A commotion erupted on the organizer’s stage, followed by a commotion in the audience.
Hearing the commotion, Tang Gao immediately got up and rushed towards the lounge, “I’m out of here first!”
Tang Gao didn’t like noise; he only liked quiet.
Seeing this, since their captain had run off, the others also rushed along.
Xu Ling’er ran the fastest, closely following behind Tang Gao, shouting, “Tang Gao! Am I strong or not?! You should praise me!”
…
On the organizer’s stage, the host looked at the lightning-fast match, dumbfounded, “This is the fastest match I’ve ever seen.”
The Illusion Secret Realm was originally meant to let contestants experience the cruelty and hardship of war, and with the revival mechanism, sometimes it wasn’t strange for a match to last a day and a night; it was rare for a battle to end within twelve minutes.
If this were on a battlefield, it would be called a blitzkrieg.
General Liu looked at the report, speechless, “Xu Ling’er’s Celestial Spirit Saint Body is simply too abnormal, taking advantage of this revival mechanism.”
It was already abnormal enough to have one Tang Gao, but Xu Ling’er’s addition made this battle end extremely quickly.
With the first and second place working together, these few excellent seeds who were matched against them were already very strong to last twelve minutes.
If it were a different group of weaker ones, the battle might have ended in eight minutes.
The host hesitated, “General, then who should be crowned first place?”
Both of their results were excellent and difficult to compare; it wouldn’t be easy to convince everyone by choosing just one.
It was clear that Xu Ling’er had put in her utmost effort to catch up in score, forcefully pulling her results to a tie.
General Liu said faintly, “Let them be co-first place.”
“Understood, General.”
A series of hurried footsteps came, and General Liu turned his head to see his adjutant rushing over, quickly placing an urgent report in front of General Liu.
General Liu frowned slightly, picking up the urgent report and reading it, “Something happened at the Northern Defense Line?”
“Yes, General, a group of Yao Race members are suspected to have infiltrated through the defense line.
Our people are pursuing them, but we haven’t found any traces of them converging yet.”
General Liu quickly scanned the report, his expression turning serious, “Xu Family Village? There’s still a village here?”
“…Yes, over a hundred households, it’s an affiliated small village.”
General Liu’s face darkened, “You supervise the competition; I’ll personally go suppress this group of Yao Race members.”
“Understood, General.”