117: Chapter 116 The Great Fate Master is Doing Something Petty...

Yang Yue bit her lip, clenched her fists, and walked over.

"Hello! Captain Ye Shuang!"

Her voice was so clear and crisp it could be heard across half the platform.

Captain Ye Shuang turned her head to see a young girl with a high ponytail walking quickly toward her, a Silver Grade halberd on her back glinting with a silvery-white light under the twin suns.

"My name is Yang Yue! I'm eighteen! I have Silver Grade Water Control! I'm ranked 132nd on that strength display leaderboard for the God-Seeing Society!"

It is worth mentioning that the selection list released by the Revival Society afterward had no specific ranking order.

Captain Ye Shuang paused slightly, taken aback.

Yang Yue stopped two steps away from her, took a deep breath, and continued with the enthusiasm of an insurance salesperson.

"I want to join your team! I can fight and control; my Water-type talent is highly adaptable to the Magic Sea combat environment! Water Control can not only manipulate water tornadoes for large-scale suppression but can also use seawater to create barriers to block opponents' attack routes!"

She paused and pointed behind her.

Yang Hang stood three steps away, his hands in his jacket pockets, and gave Captain Ye Shuang a polite nod.

"This is my brother, Yang Hang, twenty-four years old, with the Gold Tier talent, Little Luck Technique. He's a support type. Although he can't output direct damage, but—"

"Gold Tier?"

Captain Ye Shuang's gaze fell on Yang Hang, a glint flashing in her eyes.

Yang Yue was startled.

She had prepared a long pitch to sell her brother, things like "Although he can't fight, he can provide battlefield buffs" or "The hidden value of support-type talents in team battles is severely underestimated."

As it turned out, Captain Ye Shuang only heard the words "Gold Tier" and immediately looked up.

"Little Luck Technique?" Captain Ye Shuang looked at Yang Hang, her tone tinged with curiosity, "A Gold Tier support talent?"

Yang Hang nodded. "Yes."

"You two actually haven't been picked up by anyone?"

The corners of Captain Ye Shuang's mouth curled up.

This question, combined with her smile, left Yang Yue completely stunned.

It wasn't the shrewd, sharp, or aloof demeanor she had imagined. It was the kind of smile unique to an older sister—gentle, with a hint of indulgence. It was like a warm cup of milk held in the palms on a winter day.

"Then welcome." Captain Ye Shuang said.

Yang Yue: "...Huh?"

"I said welcome. You are both welcome."

Yang Yue opened her mouth. The eighteen pitches she had prepared were all stuck in her throat; she hadn't used a single word.

"Don't... don't you need to consider it?" Yang Yue panicked instead. "Our team should be lacking powerful attackers, right? My brother and I don't specialize in pure offense; what if we aren't a good fit..."

Captain Ye Shuang shook her head.

She turned and pointed to the two companions behind her. "This is Chen Yong, talent [Steel Bones], Silver Grade, pure defense. This is Fang Rui, talent [Explosive Arrows], Silver Grade, main attack and finisher."

Yang Yue looked over. One was built like a tower, the other lean but with sharp eyes.

"We have attack and defense." Captain Ye Shuang withdrew her hand, her gaze landing back on Yang Yue, "What I'm missing is exactly a teammate who can control the field, cooperate, and is related to water."

Her expression became serious. "My Poison Mist Spread has a fatal flaw—it's not 100% guaranteed that the opponent will inhale it. Wind direction, humidity, and the opponent's movement speed all affect the diffusion efficiency of the poison mist. If the opponents have Wind-type talents or are high-speed movement types, my poison might not even touch them."

She looked at Yang Yue.

"But your Water Control is different. If you can manipulate water vapor, you can manipulate the carrier of the poison mist. If you use a water tornado to wrap around my poison mist and push it over, the opponents won't have anywhere to hide."

Yang Yue's eyes lit up.

"And—" Captain Ye Shuang's gaze turned to Yang Hang, her eyes bright, "Regardless of combat power, it is my honor to team up with a holder of the Little Luck Technique, a talent of the same level as our president's."

She paused for a beat.

"I am the deputy director of the Development Department of the Little Life Society. I have seen with my own eyes how strong President Shen Qing's Gold Tier Minor Life Technique is. Being the same Gold Tier, and with such a similar name, I don't believe the Little Luck Technique will be weak."

She leaned in slightly, her tone sincere.

"My Silver Grade skill is Poison Mist Spread; even if it just brings a wind of good luck, allowing my poison mist to have a higher chance of entering the opponent's nasal cavity, and causing the toxins to erupt with higher damage inside their bodies, that alone could tip the scales of the battle."

Yang Hang looked into those sincere eyes and nodded with a smile, without a moment's hesitation.

"It should."

Captain Ye Shuang's smile blossomed.

"That's enough." She said softly, then turned to Chen Yong and Fang Rui, "You two, join me in welcoming our new teammates."

The burly Chen Yong grinned and reached out his hand, "Welcome, brother!"

The lean Fang Rui also nodded; although his gaze still held scrutiny, the corners of his mouth had relaxed.

Captain Ye Shuang looked back at Yang Yue and Yang Hang.

"However—" Her tone suddenly took on a hint of self-deprecation, "On the contrary, I should give you a warning. The two of you, one ranked 132nd in Water Control, one with a Gold Tier support talent—your strength and value are clear. Joining my team might actually bury your potential."

She spread her hands.

"This sister's ranking is in the 50s; I'm not a core seed for this Top 1000 Tournament, and my hard strength is quite mediocre. My original two members chose to form their own teams. If we don't get a good ranking in the end, don't blame this sister for holding you back."

Yang Yue immediately shook her head, waving her hands so vigorously it looked like she was directing traffic.

"Captain Ye, you are being too modest! Poison Mist Spread is a nightmare-level talent in team battles! Who can withstand large-scale continuous damage like that?!"

Captain Ye Shuang shook her head, "I am naturally confident in the large-scale damage of my poison, but unfortunately, this 5v5 battle is not a war of attrition. With such short time limits, extreme individual combat power advantages are more important. I assume this is the reason you two haven't formed a team, and it's also the reason my two teammates chose to leave. As a core, my strength is too mediocre..."

"Ah~, no way? Sister Shuang, don't belittle yourself!"

Yang Yue immediately refuted and added.

Seemingly echoing his sister to comfort Captain Ye Shuang, Yang Hang also said with a smile, his voice very casual, without any other specific emotion.

"Captain Ye Shuang, Little Yue is right; there is a chance."

Captain Ye Shuang watched the brother and sister harmonizing with each other and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Alright. Then let's—"

She extended her right hand.

"Officially team up."

Five hands stacked on top of each other.

——

After the half-hour provided by Zheng Yuanshan passed, most people's teams were already confirmed. A few remaining solo players were quickly allocated into teams under Zheng Yuanshan's personal supervision, and then they were taken by Zheng Yuanshan to a specific open sea area to conduct this internal 5v5 battle among the Yanhuang Survivors.

The rules were very simple: two hundred teams would draw lots to select opponents for the elimination rounds, and based on the draw, they would head to the corresponding combat area.

Because time was limited, the battles were held simultaneously in this sea area. Each battle was limited to fifteen minutes, and at the end of the fifteen minutes, the winner would be determined by health points.

During this time, the use of recovery items and potions was prohibited.

The winner of each match would advance to the next round to continue drawing lots and battling until the final winner was determined.

The method of battle was also very simple. Since the Revival Society used the assembly order to summon everyone this time, to save on slots, they did not summon everyone's Houseboat along with them.

Everyone was uniformly provided with temporary Houseboats of corresponding Ranks by the Revival Society to serve as personal landing spots and combat vehicles, with any damage covered by the Revival Society.

Each battle would have an observer from the Revival Society, and the ten people battling were required to enable their Personal Information Panel and show their health bars to the observer referee.

This operation was actually very simple; the Personal Information Panel of the magic sea compass already had a viewing function. By opening the permissions, everyone could see it by spending a few karma points.

If the health bar dropped below 40%, a warning would be issued, and reaching or falling below 30% would result in direct elimination.

Almost no one raised objections to these battle rules because they knew this was for the sake of their safety.

Although karma points and enhancement rewards were tempting, they were not more important than life.

Moreover, these were rewards provided free of charge by the Revival Society, and they even actively took care of the logistics for the battles. It could be said to be a risk-free deal, so what right did they have to question it?

Zheng Yuanshan being able to discuss this selection battle within the Yanhuang Civilization with the senior management of the Revival Society was also based on the premise of having the Numerical Panel.

Otherwise, they really wouldn't have been able to organize such a large-scale assessment and selection tournament.

After all, without the Personal Information Panel, battles between survivors would truly result in injuries or even death if one were not careful.

It would be a foolish act that consumes the civilization's strength.

But now everything seemed so reasonable and appropriate.

Zheng Yuanshan and the senior management of the Revival Society could only sigh at the time: could all of this have been foreseen by the mysterious Fate Master in advance?

They couldn't help but feel their awe for the Fate Master increase invisibly by another level.

As for the views of the other survivors on this selection tournament, more or less, some people had similar thoughts and became a few points more in awe of the Fate Master.

This also made them involuntarily ponder in their hearts again the possibility of the Fate Master, Yang Hang, participating in this Yanhuang Top 1000 Conference.

Could he already be mixed in among them at this moment, in some unknown corner, about to become their opponent or teammate, silently observing them?

Then should they... hold back their attacks?

No!

They must display their own strength and style.

If by any chance they caught the Fate Master's eye and had the opportunity to receive the favor of Lord Fate Master, wouldn't they become a person above others in no time?

Little did they know, even the Gold Treasure Chests, of which only a few have appeared in the entire Magic Sea to date, could be mass-produced by the Fate Master through an enhancement System.

How terrifying is that.

And Yang Hang, who was being frantically speculated about in everyone's minds at this moment, was not silently observing them as they thought.

Instead, he was doing something that seemed quite inconsistent with the image of the great and lofty Fate Master revered by the world... a petty thing.