To catch the thief, first catch the king!
The fastest way to break up a team is to take out their leader.
Lancelot seized the opportunity by taking advantage of Adam's underestimation of his opponent.
At this moment, the two were no more than five meters apart.
At Lancelot's speed, they were practically face to face.
"Impossible!" Adam exclaimed in utter shock, his voice almost cracking.
"Nothing is impossible, let's eliminate them!"
Lancelot remained indifferent, raising his right arm with his fingers spread wide, crackling with electricity like Thor's claw, before crashing down with a deafening roar.
"Wait..."
Adam wanted to beg for mercy; he didn't want to be eliminated. There were still seven days until the retest, and if he was eliminated at this point, his grades would be absolutely terrible.
Although Adam's Ability Energy would make entering the Infinite School a piece of cake, his Joint Entrance Examination results are an important part of his future career, so he can't afford to ignore them.
But, as far as Lancelot is concerned, what does your future have to do with me?
Bang!
The palm first tore through its outer energy shield, then mercilessly slammed into Adam's chest.
The latter crashed heavily to the ground, creating a large crater, and the percentage on the sensor dropped to 47%.
Lancelot pressed his advantage relentlessly, unleashing a barrage of punches like Gale, sending dirt and rocks flying and the cracking sound of bones breaking echoing intermittently.
A short while later, a piercing alarm sounded.
Annihilation Storm Adam, eliminated!
"The captain... has been eliminated!" A burly young man turned around and muttered to himself, his face full of disbelief.
"Wow, the infamous Annihilation Storm is dead so quickly? Who was that person?" a bystander asked.
Immediately, a class representative stepped forward to explain, "That's Iron Fist Lancelot, the preliminary champion of the Kahn Province. I didn't expect him to be able to control electricity. Could it be a second awakening?"
A commotion erupted around them, and shocked yet awe-inspiring gazes converged upon them.
"Brothers, our new boss is too awesome!" Jilong grinned, looking at the miserable Adam, and couldn't help but feel glad that he knew when to surrender.
"Jilong, although I've never liked your sycophantic ways, I have to say you've found us a really powerful backer this time," the honest man Mindoro, said, smacking his lips.
"Who are you calling a lackey?" Jilong glared angrily. "I'm telling the absolute truth, much better than you hypocrites."
"Um... I wanted to ask, is your team still short of members?" A weak voice rang out; it belonged to a girl of about sixteen or seventeen.
The reason Lancelot's fierce attack on Adam went uninterrupted was because Jilong and his group had recruited over a dozen contestants, holding off Adam's teammates.
"Oh? You want to join us? What's your ranking?" Laurent asked.
"6865th," the girl Xiluo, said shyly. She thought that Jilong and the others, who could be teammates with such a powerful person as Lancelot, must be ranked very high.
My ranking is really nothing to brag about.
To everyone's surprise, after hearing Xiluo's ranking, Laurent and the others fell into an eerie silence.
Damn, only Nilu ranks higher than Xiluo among them. Nilu is a sniper, which gives him a significant advantage in killing enemies.
Finally, the shameless Jilong coughed lightly, subtly changing the subject, and said that Xiluo could stay for the time being, but whether she could join the team would depend on Lancelot's decision.
Not only Xiluo, but after Lancelot eliminated Adam, many contestants had the idea of joining his team.
Jilong and others gathered these contestants together, about twenty in total, of varying quality, some strong and some weak.
On the other side, after Lancelot defeated Adam with incredible skill, he rushed towards the purple airdrop crate in the distance without stopping.
The water's been stirred up; it's the perfect time to catch fish!
Not only Lancelot, but several other contestants who were confident in their abilities also rushed towards the purple airdrop crate, hoping to take advantage of the chaos to snatch it.
"Oh no, Captain, Adam has been eliminated, and that person is rushing towards the airdrop crate." As Masluo's strategist, Temaduo was constantly monitoring the situation and immediately reported the change in circumstances.
"What?" Masluo was taken aback and quickly turned around, only to see figures rapidly approaching the airdrop crate with lightning speed.
Seeing this, Masluo became furious.
Roar!
After a ferocious tiger roar, Masluo pounced on all fours, like a raging tiger, and charged forward.
"Quick, turn around! Stop chasing those contestants and help the captain grab the airdrop!" As expected of the strategist, Temaduo's insight and judgment were top-notch. He immediately led the remaining eighteen teammates to surround the airdrop crate.
Two S-class squads, one of which lost its commander and flag, its morale collapsed, and it had no will to fight.
The other side also stopped the pursuit.
The contestants, who had scattered like birds and beasts, finally had a chance to catch their breath.
Some of the stronger ones surrounded them once again.
It's not that I still have designs on the airdrop crates, but rather that I'm thinking of eliminating a few contestants and racking up some points.
We can't just make a wasted trip, can we?
The second round of battle for the purple airdrop crate has begun.
This time, however, the most dazzling star on the field was Lancelot. Having eliminated Adam, he naturally became the focus of everyone's attention.
And, the targets of concentrated fire!
Da da da!
Bang!
Machine guns, submachine guns, sniper rifles, energy blades, energy balls, large-scale energy shockwaves...
Various attacks poured down like a waterfall, completely sealing off Lancelot from all sides, leaving no room for escape.
Under such a high density of attacks, there is no way to avoid it; one can only withstand it.
Seeing this, Lancelot, who was running wildly, suddenly became serious. Dense blue arcs of electricity leaped inside his body, his hair moved without wind, and his whole body was completely enveloped in the field formed by the electric current.
When the bullets came, they were first blocked by the electric field. The magnetic force generated by the electric current, like an omnipresent thread, held the metal bullets tightly, greatly reducing their kinetic energy. When the bullets hit Lancelot, who had activated his Body of Steel, they didn't even leave a white mark.
What's even more troublesome are the energy attacks, a significant portion of which possess control capabilities.
In addition, various mental shockwaves caused Lancelot to slow down drastically, making him resemble a giant elephant stuck in a swamp.
"Bullets aren't very effective against Iron Fist. Whoever has control abilities, use them quickly! Don't let him get the airdrop crates, or he'll be an even bigger threat!" Temaduo shouted, his voice echoing across the entire battlefield.
He was deliberately drawing everyone's attention to Lancelot, creating an opportunity for Masluo.
Originally, the latter was the last to set off, but now it's almost catching up with Lancelot, largely thanks to the distraction caused by Temaduo.
A series of attacks imbued with control abilities were unleashed upon Lancelot.
"Well done, Temaduo!" Masluo charged forward headlong, and seeing that he was about to overtake Lancelot, he was overjoyed and increasingly satisfied with his strategist.
However, at that moment, a blinding flash of lightning shone like a blazing star.
The next moment, a deep yet penetrating voice resounded in the ears of every contestant.
"Qigong Style: Primordial Qi Tyrant Body!"
Sizzle!
The electric current surged wildly, then completely contracted into the body.
The branching electrical currents on Lancelot's body surface were no longer visible.
Instead, a thin layer of blue-purple energy shield covered the surface of the body.
Fine currents of electricity flowed between the energy shield and the body, forming a near-perfect cycle.
The attack struck the energy shield, and the warhead abruptly lost all kinetic energy, falling to the ground.
The energy attack shattered abruptly, and the control abilities became completely useless.
Primordial Qi Tyrant Body, a profound secret technique of martial arts, a purely defensive technique.
Once activated, it grants immunity to all energy controls below a certain energy level, doubling its defensive capabilities.
Simply put, it's damage immunity + crowd control immunity.
The reason Lancelot was so confident in dominating the competition with his Electrified Cells was that he could only activate these long-forgotten Qigong Style arts techniques once he had energy.
Boom!!
With his Primordial Qi Tyrant Body activated, Lancelot swept through the hail of bullets and energy bombardment.
His Berserk demeanor was like that of Thor himself, incredibly powerful.
Under the stunned gazes of all the participants, including Masluo and Temaduo, Lancelot surged ahead, arriving first at the airdrop crate, hoisting it onto his shoulder and running.
Lightning-type Ability Energy already greatly enhance speed, and Lancelot had activated Absolute Focus, achieving Cellular-Level Control. Like a race car with nitrous oxide, he sped away in the blink of an eye.
"Damn, how can this guy run so fast?" One of the contestants, lagging behind and getting covered in dust, was speechless. He's good at both fighting and running—what can you do?
"I'm desperate too. I can't beat them in a fight, and I can't catch up with them. We're all scattered, and then another dark horse emerges in the re-examination. They really don't give us ordinary people any way out."
"Let's go, let's go. It's pointless, a waste of time!"
The contestants gradually dispersed, leaving only Masluo with a gloomy face and bloodshot eyes the size of copper bells.
None of the teammates dared to utter a sound, except for Temaduo, who cautiously stepped forward and said, "Captain, the purple airdrop crate is gone, but there's still a blue one. If we go and grab it now, we should still have time."
"Phew~"
Masluo clearly took Temaduo's words to heart. Since things had come to this point, there was no point in getting angry. He took one last deep look in the direction Lancelot had left, waved his hand, and led his men away.
News of the battle for the purple airdrop crate spread quickly.
The public chat channel buzzed with discussion about Lancelot.
Swordmaster: "Another formidable opponent? Let's offer a moment of silence for the Adam brothers!"
Enjiani: "Me too."
Apple Orange: "Edward, boss, are you confident you can beat Iron Fist?"
Edward: "╮( •́ω•̀ )╭, Honey, what gave you the illusion that hitting him is as easy as having hands?"
Jiesitan: "I thought my bragging skills were already unparalleled, but I didn't expect you to reach an even higher level. No wonder you're number one on the leaderboard, you're amazing!"
Annie: "Jiesitan, you little bitch, come out here! You dare steal my points? We're locked in a fight to the death!!"
Jiesitan: "Oh dear, I'm so scared! Flat-chested girl, you're going to fight me to the death? You're like a toad yawning, you have such a big mouth!"
Annie: "Aaaaah... you just wait!"
Tanduo: "Let's watch the big shots tear each other apart!"
Laimi: "+1!"
Saiyi: "Speaking of which, Lancelot's second awakening granted him the power of lightning. Isn't it a bit inappropriate to still call him Iron Fist?"
Luolunsi: "That makes sense. I think, how about calling him Thor?"
Maliya: "What Thor? I was right there in the middle of the battle! This guy fights like a madman, a real freak! Calling him Thunder Demon would be more accurate!"
Tamu: "Then let's call him Thunder Demon, it suits him well!"
Thus, without Lancelot's knowledge, his new nickname was born.
In the Transcendent world, no matter how catchy your self-chosen code name is, it's only good for your own amusement.
The truly valuable and prestigious nicknames are always bestowed upon them by their rivals.
And now, Lancelot has also received this honor!
The name of the Thunder Demon spread rapidly.
"So? Do you still have any objections now?" Mona crossed her arms, her beautiful eyes curving into crescents as she spoke with a smile.
On the projection screen, Zyra scoffed, "So what if it's a second awakening? And you kept it a secret from me. I knew it; someone's forgotten their old flame for a new one. Sigh, it was all for nothing!"
"..."
Mona was speechless. "Of all your things, your mouth is the most stubborn, isn't it?"
Zyra didn't answer, but instead looked directly into Mona's eyes and asked with concern, "Judging by the time, isn't a new wave of Blood Thought coming soon? Are you ready?"
Mona tilted her head slightly, a complex expression flashing across her face, and nodded gently without saying a word.
"Come back after the Joint Entrance Examination is over. I just got a piece of Sacred Flying Feather, which will be very helpful for your Blood Thought transmigration," Zyra said.
"Okay, I understand. Thank you, Zyra!"
"Why are you being so polite with me? Don't be so formal!" Zyra her eyes and hung up the call.
Bang!
The coffee table shattered, and glass shards flew everywhere.
Haerxi's face turned ashen, and he spat out two words in a fit of rage, "Useless!"
Adam was eliminated on the eighth day of the competition, something Haerxi could never have imagined.
What surprised him even more was that Adam was actually eliminated by Lancelot, whom he had mocked before the competition, which was even more embarrassing.
It was impossible for Haerxi to admit his own problems; he blamed everything on Adam, believing that Adam was too useless and that this was the cause of the situation.
Yes, that's right, that's exactly it.
Beep beep beep--
The communicator vibrated, Haerxi's heart skipped a beat, a bad premonition rising within him.
Picking up the communicator, the words "Director" on it stood out prominently.
Taking a deep breath, Haerxi broke into a broad smile.
The communication was connected, and a projection of a middle-aged man in a white uniform, with a serious expression and a short mustache, appeared in front of Haerxi, his expression solemn.
"Good afternoon, Director Nuobeili," Haerxi greeted him quickly.
"What did you do? You eliminated a top seed so quickly? With that ranking, he'll likely be kicked out of the top 1,000 after the competition, and won't even make it to the final round." Nuobeili launched into a barrage of questions.
Haerxi listened meekly, but as soon as Nuobeili finished speaking, he quickly shifted the blame onto Adam himself.
"Alright, what's done is done, there's no point in saying more. There's something I need you to do: after the competition, send Lancelot Terra a Level 1 invitation from our academy, and try to persuade him to apply to the Infinite School," Nuobeili instructed.
"What?" Haerxi exclaimed in surprise, "He only has an A-level Ability Energy, which doesn't meet the criteria for a Level 1 invitation at all."
Nuobeili glanced at him and said calmly, "But he's already awakened a second time, and in just six months, that's incredible progress. He's definitely a super genius in the Innovation School. Since the new dean took office, he's been paying a lot of attention to Innovation School Ability Energy, preparing to compete with the Holy Sword in this area. Such a genius can't be missed."
"If things go well, not only me, but you too might catch the dean's attention. You should know what that means."
"I... I understand!" Haerxi said through gritted teeth, head bowed.
"Okay, that's settled. Let me know when things are resolved."
Having said that, the projection turned into a line of white light and disappeared.
Haerxi clenched his fists, then helplessly released them. Faced with the sternness of the deputy director of admissions, he dared not disobey and could only suppress his discomfort as he prepared his explanation for meeting Lancelot.