Central Continent Team: Three-Body People Fighting Primitive Humans

The Demon Squad descended upon a pile of ruins, the air thick with the stench of gunpowder and blood. The Cloned Chu Xuan adjusted his glasses, the lenses reflecting a cold light. He scanned the information on his wristwatch, his voice calm yet subtly tinged with emotion:

"It seems these weak teams are not united and have already started fighting."

"The Central Continent Team was determined to be the strongest, and arrived the latest. Interesting."

His tone carried a rare hint of anthropomorphic "excitement," though this excitement was merely a simulated emotion based on his logical analysis.

The Clone Zheng Zha sneered, his eyes flashing with a savage light. "Finally, I've met my original self. I'll see just how far this piece of trash has grown."

Fu Ming was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, "This is the third time I've encountered the Central Continent Team. That guy always manages to bring 'surprises'."

Chu Xuan continued, "According to the existing intelligence, Fang Yu, the captain of the Central Continent Team, was not copied by the Demon Team. Fu Ming has never seen him in the Demon Team when he encountered the Central Continent Team many times. Combined with the Parasite Beast breeder that Fu Ming encountered in the Alien World, it can be inferred that Fang Yu was initially in a breeding state, thus avoiding the Main God's copying mechanism."

A cold glint flashed in Chu Xuan's glasses. "From being raised as a pet, to rising step by step to where he is today, even surpassing the conventional judgment of the Main God. This growth trajectory is illogical." He looked up at the Xiang Tian, his tone calm but meaningful. "My preliminary analysis is that he may come from a higher plane."

Zhang Jie's clone frowned. "A higher dimension? What do you mean?"

Chu Xuan's voice was completely calm, yet it seemed to be stating a revolutionary truth. "If my guess is correct, then perhaps it proves that we are all characters in the work."

Zheng Zha's clone scoffed, "Ridiculous! Are you saying we're just characters created by someone else?"

Chu Xuan said calmly, "Logically, this can explain many anomalies, such as Fang Yu's growth rate, the Main God's special judgment on him, and even the reason why we cannot replicate him—because his 'setting' exceeds the Main God's authority."

Fu Ming gripped his sword tightly, his eyes filled with complex emotions. "If that's really the case, then what's the point of our existence?"

Chu Xuan pushed up his glasses. "The significance is that even fictional characters, as long as they have self-awareness, can break the 'script'." He looked into the distance, his tone unusually cold and expectant. "And Fang Yu, perhaps, is that variable."

Chu Xuan's analysis stunned the Demon Team members for a moment before being interrupted by Zhao Zhuikong.

Zhao Zhuikong toyed with a bloodstained dagger between his fingers, a faint smile playing on his lips. "It doesn't matter. My purpose in life is to make my little apple suffer."

Ming Yanwei nodded in agreement, "I only 'care' about that guy; I must end his life myself."

A young girl looked at Chu Xuan with adoration, "Then, then, what is my character's role in the script?"

Zhang Jie joked, "Zhang Xiaoxue exists solely to follow Chu Xuan."

Zhang Xiaoxue blushed and remained silent.

The East Blue Team and the North Ice Continent Team stood back to back in a circle on an open field, their nerves on edge.

A tense atmosphere filled the air, as if even breathing became a cautious act.

The captain of the East Blue Team Miyata Kuraki, gripped his katana tightly. His eyes, sharp as a hawk's, scanned the shadows around him. "If it weren't for my Mind's Eye detecting that guy's presence," he said through gritted teeth, his voice filled with suppressed rage, "Ao-chan would definitely have been assassinated!"

Isora, standing to the side, was pale, with cold sweat still clinging to her forehead. She gripped the Talismans tightly in her hand, her knuckles trembling slightly, clearly still reeling from the terrifying ordeal.

North Ice Continent Team captain Gunnar spat angrily, his eyes burning with rage. "That guy from the East America Team is a madman!" he growled in a low voice, his voice filled with disdain and anger. "The Demon Team is about to scan this place, and we weak teams should be joining forces, but he's ambushing us instead! What an idiot!"

The druid adjusted his glasses, his fingertips tracing a line in the air, and calmly analyzed, "His behavior is indeed illogical. In this situation, infighting will only hasten our demise."

Gunnar snorted coldly, his teeth grinding together, a ruthless glint in his eyes. "I'll wait until the Demon Team and the Heavenly God Team arrive," he grinned, gripping the weapon at his waist. "This guy's going to have a hard time! We'll see if he's still so arrogant then!"

Eric Ya nervously glanced around, his fingers gripping the Ice Spear tightly, the tip moving with his gaze. "What do we do now?" he asked in a low voice, a barely perceptible tremor in his voice.

Miyata Kuraki took a deep breath, slowly drew the short sword from his waist, the blade reflecting a cold light, forcing himself to calm down.

"Stay vigilant," he said in a deep voice, his gaze sweeping over the tense faces of his players. "That madman from East America Team might still be nearby. We can't give him a second chance."

Isora nodded, her hands quickly Hand Seal, and the Talismans in her palms gradually emitted a faint blue light. "I will strengthen the Sensing Barrier," she said softly, her fingertips gently brushing across the surface of the Talismans. "Hopefully, I can find his trail in advance."

Gunnar clenched his fist. "Once this crisis is over," he said coldly, his voice filled with suppressed rage, "I will personally teach that arrogant bastard a lesson!"

Just then, a strange red light flashed across the distant Sky Manipulation, the light like congealed blood, particularly dazzling against the gray sky.

Everyone's attention was involuntarily drawn to it, and their already tense nerves instantly jumped to their throats!

The Demon Team's scan has begun.

The ten-day countdown has finally reached zero.

A flash of light, and the Central Continent Team appeared on the streets of Times Square.

Fang Yu opened his eyes, looked at the noisy crowd around him, and complained, "In the eyes of the Main God, human lives are like tap water. He left us here, and when the Grim Reaper starts reaping, I don't know how many thousands will die. I'd guess it's a plane crash."

Li Yingqi was the second to wake up. The first thing she did was draw a barrier, and then she analyzed, "There are two newcomers. Our arrival time is the latest. It seems that the Main God has his eye on you again."

Zheng Zha waved his hand, "With Laojun protecting the Captain Fang, in my opinion, this team battle might be the Main God's way of killing the Captain Fang. If the Main God takes the initiative, Laojun Jun's phantom might appear again. The Main God probably doesn't want to face Laojun directly."

Fang Yu tilted his head and looked at Zheng Zha, "So good at analysis?" He stepped forward and grabbed Zheng Zha by the collar, "Chu Xuan! Get out of the Great Ape's body!"

At this moment, Zhan Lan interrupted the two's banter, "From the northwest direction, there are members of Samsara rapidly advancing towards us!"

Fang Yu suppressed a laugh, "Looks like some people aren't convinced by the timing of my Central Continent's arrival. Let them see."

"What the hell are you yelling about?"

"The Trisolarans are fighting the primitives!"