122: Chapter 121 shouldn't lose.
"That's right, weren't those strange occurrences from just a moment ago very similar to Yang Hang's talent, Little Luck Technique?"
"Luck... Luck..."
"Hitting or missing, isn't that just luck and misfortune?"
"But what kind of talent could toy with a group of powerful Silver Grade survivors as if they were monkeys?"
"That's it, the Gold Tier Little Luck Technique, isn't that exactly what it can do?"
Yang Hang sat at the stern of the boat at the very back. Facing the gazes cast upon him by everyone, he didn't shy away, smiling and making a big "V" sign.
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The moment Instructor Liu Qiang was carried away, although the remaining four people on the opposite side continued to fight, they had clearly lost their previous fighting spirit.
Soon, after several rounds of that same classic "I can't hit you, you can hit me, and I can't dodge" tug-of-war combat, several more members of Instructor Liu Qiang's team had their health drop below thirty percent and were eliminated; the only remaining person chose to surrender.
The referee announced: "Captain Ye Shuang's team, victory."
The moment the voice fell —
"We won!!!"
Yang Yue leaped through the air from her Houseboat.
This time it wasn't a small hop; she used Water Control to propel a water column from the sea surface as a launch pad, drawing a beautiful parabola as she threw herself at Yang Hang and hung precisely around his neck.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms tightened, and she buried her head into his shoulder, looking like a koala hanging on a tree.
"Brother, you are just too strong!!!"
"Didn't that Instructor Liu Qiang say we weren't good enough? Didn't he say we'd know after the fight? Do you know now? Do you know now?!"
She lifted her head from Yang Hang's shoulder and shouted loudly toward the direction where Instructor Liu Qiang had been carried away.
"Instructor Liu—! Please, next time before you look down on others—practice your long jump first! You couldn't even jump seven or eight meters! You were off by a few millimeters! A few millimeters! My brother stood there without even raising a hand—!"
Yang Hang reached out to support her waist, preventing her from falling into the sea due to over-excitement.
"Alright, stop shouting, the person is already asleep and can't hear you."
"Even if he can't hear me, I'm still going to shout! Someone will pass it on when he wakes up! All of Yanhuang Civilization is watching the live stream!"
After Yang Yue finished speaking, she changed angles and continued her output.
"And that Han Feng! The odds were one to seven! He told me to go place a bet in the live stream room! Should I thank him for reminding me? It's a pity I didn't buy—if I had known, I would have bet two hundred karma points on us to win. One to seven would have been one thousand four hundred! A huge loss!"
Chen Yong stood to the side, still not having recovered from the shock of just a moment ago.
He looked at Yang Yue hanging on Yang Hang, then looked at his own fists, which had activated the Steel Bone talent but hadn't been used at all throughout the fight, his mouth opening and closing.
Finally, he squeezed out a sentence.
"Brother... your talent is indeed... truly Gold Tier."
Fang Rui walked over silently and picked up the crossbow that had fallen on the deck. She glanced at Yang Hang and whispered three words.
"Thanks to you."
Then she turned and left.
The tips of her ears were red.
Captain Ye Shuang was the last to walk over.
The thirty-three-year-old woman had just endured forty-seven missed punches in front of Instructor Liu Qiang; at this moment, her legs were still trembling slightly, and the expression on her face still held the lingering aftermath of fear.
Although she knew she wouldn't die, getting hit by such big fists would still be super painful, right?
She walked up to Yang Hang and took a deep breath.
Then she reached out both hands and very seriously cupped the hand Yang Hang was leaving free.
"Little Brother Yang."
Her voice still carried a hint of breathiness, but her tone was unprecedentedly determined.
"From now on—it seems our team will be relying on you."
Yang Hang looked at these hands and smiled.
"Captain Ye Shuang, the victory was achieved by all of us together. There is no relying on me; let's just all work hard together."
Captain Ye Shuang laughed out loud.
Yang Yue was still hanging on Yang Hang and hadn't come down; she tilted her head watching this scene and snorted.
"Captain Ye, can you please let go of my brother's hand first? I'm still hanging here, my center of gravity is unstable."
Captain Ye Shuang: "..."
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Time waits for no one.
The Faction Sequence Battle officially begins at twelve noon, and the top 1,000 selection tournament must decide the winners before then. Each round of the competition has a fifteen-minute cap, with two hundred teams fighting simultaneously. After the end, the Revival Society provides three-colored life spring to restore state, seamlessly connecting to the next round.
Second round.
Captain Ye Shuang's team's opponent was a mid-tier team with the Silver Grade [Surging Impact] as their core.
Three minutes into the start, the opponent's Surging Impact lunged toward Captain Ye Shuang's boat three times—all three missed their direction, with the farthest one making a ninety-degree turn and smashing into the stern of their own teammate's boat.
Fang Rui's explosive arrows fired five shots in succession during the chaos, with four hitting the target.
Captain Ye Shuang's Poison Fog filled the decks of the opponent's two boats with the wind.
The battle ended in six minutes.
The veteran survivor audience in the live stream room understood; it was this kind of winning method again.
New survivor viewers watched with confused expressions.
Viewers who had previously watched the live stream of the battle between Captain Ye Shuang's team and Instructor Liu Qiang's team posted comments saying it was "expected."
They had to mention again that Little Luck Technique was worthy of being Gold Tier, which finally made the rest of the people in the live stream room gradually realize what was going on.
However, everyone discussing Yang Hang was still just simply discussing Yang Hang with the Little Luck Technique.
Third round.
Opponent: Seed Number Seven—Shadow Blade.
Core: Qin Lie, Silver Grade Shadow Assassin.
Entire team is a high-mobility assassin style.
Once the results of this draw came out, the popularity of the live stream room tripled instantly.
"Shadow Blade versus Captain Ye Shuang's team! This draw is interesting!"
"Qin Lie's Shadow Assassin is an underwater stealth assassination type, invisible the whole time, one-hit kill. Captain Ye Shuang relied on the opponents missing in the last two games, but Qin Lie doesn't attack from the front at all—how do you dodge when he sneaks over from underwater?"
"That's right! Shadow Assassin is different from frontal attacks; no matter how good your luck is, if someone drills up from the bottom of the boat and stabs you, how do you dodge?"
"Captain Ye Shuang's team is going to crash this round."
"Finally, I see someone who can deal with this bugged team."
"Hard to say, the effect of the Gold Tier Little Luck Technique in the last two games was too weird; I don't dare make a judgment anymore."
"I dare. Betting on Qin Lie to win, one hundred karma points."
"I'll match. Two hundred."
The match begins.
The referee raises the flag.
"Start!"
Qin Lie did not appear on any of the boats.
The moment the match started, his figure merged beneath the sea surface. His Shadow Assassin talent operated at full power, and he transformed into a barely perceptible shadow in the seawater, silently sneaking toward Captain Ye Shuang's fleet.
His four teammates simultaneously deployed their formation—Liu Hanyan released Fog Concealment, a layer of grayish-white mist shrouding their own fleet; Zhou Zijin activated sonar positioning, continuously scanning the positions of the five members of Captain Ye Shuang's team.
Standard assassin-style tactics.
Create visual interference from the front, core assassin infiltrates underwater, one-hit kill.
Qin Lie's speed underwater was extremely fast. Like a real shark, he silently cut through the seawater, bypassed the frontal defense line of Captain Ye Shuang's fleet, and crept toward the boat where Yang Yue was located from the side rear.
He chose Yang Yue as his first target. Eighteen years old, Water Control, long-range type. Take her out, and Captain Ye Shuang's team's area control and maritime mobility would be directly crippled by half.
He held a Silver Grade Armor-Piercing Blade in his hand, the blade surface non-reflective—this was something he had specially coated with sea beast grease, making it almost completely invisible underwater.
He was two meters away from the bottom of Yang Yue's boat.
He made his move.
Shadow Assassin: Underwater Pierce.
A full-force strike.
The blade tip pointed precisely at the weakest position on the bottom of the boat, intending to penetrate the hull and strike directly at the feet of the people above or destroy the Houseboat.
The next moment, the blade tip struck a rivet.
A rivet.
The entire bottom of the boat was made of several pieces of spliced alloy with a textured luster, with over a dozen gaps, and his knife happened to stab exactly into the center of the only reinforcing rivet.
The Silver Grade Armor-Piercing Blade was actually deflected, his hand numbing—what a joke!
Qin Lie's pupils contracted, but he did not pause.
The second stab followed closely, the angle offset by two inches, avoiding the rivet—the blade tip grazed the surface of the hull, sliding along the alloy grain. The moment it was about to penetrate, an undercurrent surged from the bottom of the boat, pushing his body sideways by half a meter.
The second stab missed.
Qin Lie stabilized his figure, third stab, fourth stab, fifth stab—
All missed.
It wasn't that they were off by an outrageous amount. Each time it was just by a little bit.
A rivet, an undercurrent, a piece of driftwood, a slight sway of the hull, or even a sharp-toothed fish that happened to swim by in the water and bumped his elbow.
Each time it was a different reason, and one that, under normal circumstances, would not have been able to affect him in the slightest even if encountered.
But each time, it influenced his attack in a strange angle and way, just at the right moment.
He switched targets. He crept toward Captain Ye Shuang's boat, toward Chen Yong's boat, toward Fang Rui's boat.
Ten minutes.
Five targets, each attacked at least three times.
Fifteen stabs.
Not one strike hit.
There were dedicated Revival Society personnel responsible for the underwater live stream footage.
The density of the comments in the live stream room reached its peak at the seventh miss, and then, at the tenth, it became quiet instead.
It wasn't that no one was typing.
It was that the hands typing were shaking.
"This is impossible."
"Shadow Assassin... an almost invisible underwater Shadow Assassin... fifteen times..."
"I can understand Instructor Liu Qiang not hitting from the front; his movements were large, and it makes sense for luck to affect the trajectory. But Qin Lie is an underwater stealth assassin? Underwater! Assassination! Put those two words together, and it's the most difficult attack method to defend against in the Magic Sea, bar none!"
"And then he got blocked by a rivet, a fish, and a few bubbles."
"Is this what luck is?"