The entire Wheelchair Cup had displayed utterly outrageous tactical choices, along with some truly astonishing tactics.
But raw strength was still raw strength.
Though it was rare for them to make it into the Wheelchair Cup, the Angelite sisters' raw strength—yes, Angelite was in this Wheelchair Cup—was still strong enough.
In fact, they were ridiculously strong. Basically, no one posed any real threat to her.
After all, it was the Wheelchair Cup. Everyone had made it in...
Any Witch who could normally blow Angelite apart wouldn't have ended up here.
Although Angelite had gotten in, she was here because she'd spent her recent twenty-game losing streak pulling stunts and had her legs broken alive by it. If they fought normally, even Blind Treasure and A Lin might not be able to blow her apart now—unless Angelite kept pulling stunts.
But judging by how hard she was playing in the Wheelchair Cup, she was obviously mad, sisters.
Someone was getting anxious.
—And anxious Angelite no longer giggled and messed around with the other Witches. She directly spent twenty or thirty consecutive matches switching between zoo compositions and tactics, using the newest, most rank-grinding, most late-patch set of tactics to massacre the wheelchair sisters of the Wheelchair Cup.
"Nice one, Angelite."
Du Lingxuan softly rubbed her eyes and yawned. "Sisters, I'm heading out. Today's stream is over. We still have to attend the Eileen Cup opening ceremony tomorrow, and there's the draw too. Tch, it's time to draw our group-stage opponents again, sisters."
Xuan Bao had never really liked draws.
No one knew why, hehe. No one knew why, but Xuan Bao's luck with draws was always terrible, and she often ended up grouped with her sisters.
If she made it out of the group stage, she would beat up her sisters.