402: Chapter 402 The Raid of 141 People

The clanging of metal echoed throughout the rest area.

In less than half a minute, one hundred and forty contestants spontaneously formed four neat phalanxes in the clearing.

A murderous aura began to spread.

Xu Biao smiled with satisfaction.

He took a heavy two-handed warhammer from his storage device and slammed it onto the ground.

The dull "thud" made everyone's hearts skip a beat.

Zhao Lei took a deep breath and raised his right hand.

He held up three fingers toward the crowd.

On the screen, the knight legion's charge had reached its final stage.

Lin Yao stood on the other side of the rift, her back to the edge of the arena where A-Kun was, all her attention focused on Yan Pojun.

Zhao Lei's second finger slowly curled down.

Just as his last finger was about to close.

Boom—

That silver torrent of death accurately struck the tiny figure in the center of the ruins.

There was no violent explosion.

Only a dull, heavy thud of an impact.

Yan Pojun's body was sent flying backward by the peerless force of the impact.

Like a broken doll, he traced a parabola through the air and crashed into the center of the ruins three meters away.

Then, he made no further move to get up.

At that very same moment.

Near the massive upturned alloy plate at the edge of the half-field where Lin Yao's true body was located, the air began to warp without warning.

A ripple of visible blue energy appeared out of thin air.

The ripple expanded rapidly, like a stone thrown into a calm lake.

A low humming sound rang out.

The center of the ripple tore open, forming a circular spatial tunnel with a five-meter radius.

A deep blue glow emanated from the depths of the tunnel, casting an eerie light on the scorched ground nearby.

A figure rolled out from the shadow of the alloy plate in a disheveled state; it was A-Kun.

He yanked off the nearly transparent invisibility cloak he was wearing and scrambled back to the edge of the tunnel, terrified of being caught in the unstable spatial energy.

A second later.

Heavy footsteps echoed from within the tunnel.

Xu Biao was the first to charge out, the warhammer in his hand shimmering with a heavy, earthy yellow light.

Following him were the one hundred and forty fully armed contestants.

Like floodwaters from an opened gate, they swarmed out of the spatial tunnel, landing directly thirty meters behind Lin Yao's true body.

The entire process took no more than three seconds.

In the stands.

The world-shaking chants came to a sudden halt.

The fanaticism and excitement on the faces of tens of thousands of spectators froze into a mask of shock and confusion.

The ocean of flickering light boards slowed down, eventually coming to a complete standstill.

At the commentary booth, the commentator who had been shouting hoarsely instinctively shoved the microphone in front of him forward.

He pressed his hands firmly against the desk, leaning forward with his mouth slightly open, yet unable to make a sound.

What was happening?

Hadn't these people already left the field?

On the field.

Xu Biao did not hesitate for a second.

He pointed his warhammer to the left.

“Fifty people, flank from the left!”

He swung it to the right.

“Fifty people, push from the right!”

The orders were clear and concise.

The two teams immediately broke away from the main force, moving in unison from both sides toward Lin Yao's position, forming a massive semi-circular encirclement.

The remaining forty contestants turned on the spot.

They didn't even spare Lin Yao a glance; instead, they pointed their weapons in unison at Yan Pojun in the center of the distant ruins.

Cold blades and shimmering staves formed a defensive line of death.

Yan Pojun remained lying on the ground, motionless.

Only the faint rise and fall of his chest proved he was still alive.

His fingers dug deep into the scorching, blackened earth, seemingly trying to push himself up, but his body was completely unable to stand.

God Yan, oh God Yan, even at this stage, are you still unwilling to show your true strength?

Were you bullied into this? Or were you bought off with money?

Are even you starting to throw matches?

In any case, Xu Biao's judgment was proven correct.

Yan Pojun didn't dare to act!

He no longer had any misgivings; his legs suddenly exerted force, and he sprinted toward Lin Yao like a cannonball launched from a barrel.

His heavy combat boots thudded against the ruined ground.

He quickly closed the distance, forcing his body between Lin Yao and the legion of knight clones ahead.

“Little girl!”

Xu Biao's voice, amplified by his power as a Professional, echoed throughout the deathly silent stadium.

“This is as far as you go!”

“Today, we will end you and put a stop to this atrocious hype by the Organization!”

He raised his warhammer high.

A gale swept outward from him, fluttering the hem of Lin Yao's white dress.

In the VIP room.

Zhong Huai stood up abruptly from his seat and dashed to the floor-to-ceiling window.

His palm slapped heavily against the cold glass.

He instinctively glanced at Lin Yu beside him out of the corner of his eye.

Lin Yu only let out a very soft, cold snort.

Under Zhong Huai's tense gaze, he unhurriedly flipped over an unknown card on the table, then reached out and picked up the kettle that had been kept warm nearby.

In the arena.

Xu Biao's warhammer, carrying a wind that tore through the air, swung down fiercely toward the back of Lin Yao's head.

The wind from the hammer lifted the girl's white skirt and hair.

Yet she didn't even turn her head.

The right hand she had just lowered was raised once more, held perpendicular to her side.

No snapping of fingers.

Not even a single extra movement.

Under the gaze of hundreds of thousands in the stadium, the silver torrent of death about to swallow Yan Pojun whole—the tens of thousands of diving knight clones—came to a screeching halt less than half a meter from the ground.

It was as if time had been paused.

Tens of thousands of knights and tens of thousands of spears hung abruptly in mid-air.

The entire charging formation maintained its peerless diving posture, yet defied all laws of physics, frozen a second before destruction.

This eerie scene made the entire audience's breath hitch.

In the VIP room, Zhong Huai, who had just rushed to the window, saw his pupils shrink to pinpoints in an instant.

On the field, Xu Biao, warhammer raised high, saw this, and the ferocity on his face turned into a grin of ecstatic malice.

He knew it!

“Do you see that!”

He roared at his companions behind him with all his might, his voice turning shrill with excitement.

“It's all fake! It's all a smokescreen!”

“She can't hold on anymore! It's just light and shadow special effects!”

He was more convinced of his judgment than ever. This match had been a meticulously choreographed script from start to finish. And they were the heroes who had broken into the script to expose everything.

“Charge!!”

Xu Biao gave the command, infusing his warhammer with power once more as he swung it down fiercely toward the back of Lin Yao's head.

He wanted to personally crush this fake genius and shatter the conspiracy of the Organization.

However, at the very same moment he gave the command.

The frozen silver torrent moved.

They didn't continue downward to pounce on the defenseless Yan Pojun.

Instead, in an incomprehensible manner, they collectively turned in mid-air.

Tens of thousands of knight clones turned their spearheads in unison. The entire formation traced a smooth, cold arc in the sky, their tips pointing directly at the 141-strong "army of justice" that had just charged out of the portal.

“Haha! Come on!”

Xu Biao looked at the silver light and shadow changing direction, and instead of being alarmed, he laughed.

“Stop playing tricks! Shatter for me!”