The Theory Master Decides to Play Tortoise Because King-of-the-Hill Is Too Dangerous
After the referee announces the start of the match,
A thin, arrogant figure slowly stood up.
Yu Xiaogang stood with his hands behind his back, his head slightly tilted back, scanning the entire room with his somewhat stiff, dead-fish eyes.
Then, under the watchful eyes of countless people, he slowly and deliberately announced, "Shrek Team, forfeit the first round of the Individual King-of-the-Hill Match."
A commotion and discussion erupted in the stands in an instant.
"What's going on? Shrek has given up?"
"They surrendered without even fighting. Is this the dark horse team that was hyped up before?"
"Tsk tsk, I thought he was so tough, but he turned to mush when he ran into the Spirit Hall and the Imperial Battle!"
"Shrek the limp shrimp!"
The arena was immediately filled with shouts and curses.
Inside Shrek's training area, the atmosphere plummeted to freezing point in an instant.
Ma Hongjun jumped up from his chair, his face flushed red. "Grandmaster! Why?"
"Why should we give up before we've even fought? I haven't even unleashed my Evil Fire yet!"
"To surrender without a fight, what kind of nonsense is that?"
Dai Mubai clenched his fists so tightly they cracked, feeling deeply resentful and humiliated.
Tang San was instrumental in defeating the Star Dou Royal Team, but that doesn't mean he didn't want to perform well.
Tang San, extremely displeased, said, "With my current strength, why should I fear anyone?"
Despite the doubts and dissatisfaction of the crowd, Yu Xiaogang remained unmoved.
His eyes even revealed an arrogant air of "you are all fools".
He raised his hand and gently pressed it down, speaking in a profound and enigmatic tone, "What's the panic?"
Yu Xiaogang snorted coldly and pointed to the Spirit Hall Team and the Imperial Fighting Team in the distance.
"What do you think Individual King-of-the-Hill Match is? It's an endless series of tag teams!"
"Besides the Xiao San, what's the point of you going up there if you just waste your Soul Power, get seriously injured, and affect the rest of the competition?"
"Don't forget, the tournament format includes Loser's Bracket Team Match."
A calculating glint flashed in Yu Xiaogang's eyes as he arrogantly crossed his arms.
"By forfeiting the individual competition, we can enter the Loser's Bracket in top form, and even then, it will be the Loser's Bracket after we've been injured."
"With my personally tailored Seven-in-One Tactic, securing a spot in the next round will be a piece of cake!"
"More importantly..."
He turned slightly to the side, his eyes flashing with a sinister light as he looked towards the main arena. "If we give up now, we can sit below the stage and observe from the sidelines, thoroughly examining the trump cards, Soul Skill, and fighting habits of everyone in the Imperial Fighting Team and the Spirit Hall Team!"
"This is called avoiding their sharpest attack and striking when they are exhausted and retreating!"
"This is the ultimate tactical strategy, what do you know?"
Upon hearing this self-justifying "Grandmaster's theory," Ma Hongjun opened his mouth, but for a moment he was so fooled that he couldn't say a word.
Tang San's eyes flickered slightly, and he suppressed his discomfort somewhat.
Since things had come to this, all he could do was nod and coldly accept the situation, saying, "Teacher is absolutely right; we acted impulsively."
"Conserving strength and gathering intelligence on the enemy is the best strategy."
On the seats of the Imperial Fighting Team.
Lin Qingmo finally snapped out of his shock at discovering that his Master was Bibi Dong.
Although I had many doubts in my heart,
But now was not the time to think about these things; he tried to suppress the shock in his heart.
When I heard the news that Shrek Academy had withdrawn, I almost choked on my own.
"Truly Grandmaster."
Dugu Yan rolled her eyes. "If Shrek forfeits, doesn't that mean we're the only ones left to fight the Spirit Hall to the death?"
"A fight to the death? Not really."
Lin Qingmo gently tapped the back of the chair with his long, slender fingers, his eyes regaining their calm and profound expression.
Having just learned that his elusive Master was actually the current Pope Bibi Dong, this had a significant impact on his young mind.
But we can't afford to falter in the current competition.
"Shrek simply wants the Loser's Bracket to focus all their efforts on defeating their injured opponents."
"Since Shrek wants to be a coward, then so be it."
Lin Qingmo glanced at the several girls beside him who were eager to try, and said with a smile, "Today, Huang Dou will be the main character in this show."
At that moment, a cold shout came from the center of the arena.
A burly figure soared onto the arena like a roc spreading its wings, landing steadily on the steel floor.
It was a young man wearing the Spirit Hall's platinum team uniform, with a sinister look in his eyes and intense fluctuations of Soul Power surging around him.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple!
Four dazzling Spirit Ring rose alternately beneath his feet, and a Berserk shockwave pushed outwards.
A level 46 Battle Soul Ancestor from the Spirit Hall Academy!
The young man's hands transformed into sharp eagle claws, his eyes slicing like knives as he swept towards the Imperial Fighting Team, and he shouted sharply, "Imperial Fighting Team, who dares to come up and fight?"
Level 46 Battle Soul Ancestor!
Moreover, he was a high-level Soul Ancestor carefully cultivated by the Spirit Hall, and his appearance exuded a sharp and murderous aura.
A gasp of surprise erupted from the stands.
"As expected of the Spirit Hall, even the vanguard they send out is a level 46 Battle Soul Ancestor!"
"The Imperial Fighting Team is in a difficult situation now. This is a war of attrition, and the first one to go up will definitely be a expendable resource."
On the Shrek Team's seat, Yu Xiaogang revealed a cold smile that said, "As expected."
"See? My decision was the wisest one."
However, the atmosphere on the Imperial Fighting Team's side was strangely relaxed.
Xiao Wu rubbed her fists, eager to try. "A-Qing, should I go kick this arrogant guy away?"
Dugu Yan's fingertips gleamed with a poisonous emerald light. "I'll make him kneel down and beg for his mother in three seconds."
Although Zhu Zhuqing didn't speak, a wisp of eerie, cold air emanated from beneath her feet.
Ning Rongrong and Ye Lingling, the two Support-type, were quite self-aware, sitting in the back and peacefully drinking tea and watching the show.
Lin Qingmo's gaze swept over the group, finally settling on Bai Chenxiang, who was standing quietly at the very edge.
The girl wore a tight-fitting battle suit, her long legs forming a perfect arc, and her bright eyes sparkled with barely suppressed excitement and anticipation.
"Agarwood," Lin Qingmo called out with a smile.
"Yes!" Bai Chenxiang's delicate body trembled, and she immediately straightened her back.
"Go, and give the entire continent a little shock to Agility-attack-type."
"Remember, there's no need to hold back any of your strength. Go all out and make a grand entrance!"
Upon hearing that there was no need to hide their strength, Bai Chenxiang's eyes suddenly shone brightly.
"Good!"
She nodded emphatically.
Without even using the ladder, her petite body moved like a weightless breeze, tracing a graceful arc in the air before landing lightly in the center of the ring.
"Imperial Fighting Team, Bai Chenxiang."
The girl's voice was delicate and sweet, yet it carried an incomparably sharp edge.
The members of the Spirit Hall on the stage were stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but sneer.
"Is the Imperial Fighting Team out of people? Sending some little girl up to die?"
"Little sister, I advise you to go down by yourself, so you don't hurt your face later."
"You dare to injure my face? With your mere level 46 Soul Ancestor?"
Bai Chenxiang released her Martial Soul and Spirit Ring with a cold laugh.
The arrogant man opposite him froze on his face in an instant, and he staggered backward.
This was because one dazzling Spirit Ring after another rose from beneath Bai Chenxiang's feet.
Yellow, purple, black!
Five Spirit Ring intertwined to form a stunning array of light.
A fierce wind howled, and the black ring dazzled!
She's actually Five-Ring Soul King!
A previously unknown girl in the Imperial Fighting Team is actually Battle Soul King with a fifth ring that has lasted for ten thousand years?
On the ring.
Bai Chenxiang flew into the sky, looking down at the pale-faced members of the Spirit Hall.
A wisp of wind blade swirled around her, the wind blowing rhythmically, and her smile was both radiant and dangerous.
"Hey, you level 46 guy."
"Whose face did you just say you were going to hurt?"