The six-against-four situation has changed to four-against-three.
The two sides are almost evenly matched.
Although Lancelot's side had more men.
But the opposing team is of high quality; Stell and Bakeluolie are both formidable opponents.
And then there's Doreen, who's been secretly developing since the start of the war. The little girl is surrounded by a dozen wolf beasts, baring their teeth and emitting Intimidation growls.
"We can't delay!" Lancelot understood that the longer they dragged things out, the more disadvantageous it would be for them.
Bakeluolie, on the other hand, thought the opposite: delay as long as possible.
However, Stell didn't think so. Phoebe had already been eliminated, leaving him the only one left in the Central Division. Bakeluolie and Doreen were both from the Western Division and were closer to each other.
Stell understood perfectly that only chaos could create an opportunity to win the championship.
So, before Lancelot's side could even launch an attack, Stell's relentless bombardment began.
The three elementalists unleashed their full power, casting spells one after another as if they were free, all of them instant-cast. Moreover, Stell's mana seemed Endless, terrifyingly abundant.
"Rongside, you go and hold off Bakeluolie. Everyone else, stay at least fifteen meters away from Bakeluolie, or you'll be controlled by his cursed chains. Bell and Beate, you two take care of Doreen, I'll go and kill Stell!" Lancelot spoke rapidly, fending off magical attacks while simultaneously outlining the battle plan.
No one else objected; Lancelot's arrangement was perfect.
Rongside was tough enough that he and Bakeluolie were locked in a fierce struggle, neither able to gain the upper hand for the time being.
Bell is an assassin, perfect for taking down the backline. With Beate's support, he should be able to take down Doreen without any surprises.
Only Lancelot's side is under the greatest pressure.
However, he knew that with great power comes great responsibility, and as a leader, if he couldn't withstand the fiercest attacks, no one else would be convinced.
This was also the promise he made when trying to win over Bell and Beate.
Stell, leave it to me!
The four dispersed.
Bakeluolie glanced at Stell, said nothing, and strode towards Beate.
Bell is too fast for him to keep up with; as long as he can restrain Beate, he can protect Doreen.
Rongside's attack power is insufficient. He might be able to wreak havoc against S-class opponents, but he is far from being a match for these people. Even if he and Bell were to fight together, Doreen could hold her off.
The latter's ability to become the top seed in the Western Conference semifinals wasn't solely due to her summoned creatures. Anyone who dares to underestimate this little girl will definitely suffer a great loss.
Beate quickly spotted Bakeluolie charging towards them like a tank, and the auxiliary chip instantly calculated the opponent's intentions, prompting an immediate retreat.
After creating distance, Beate skillfully maneuvered while providing fire support to Bell, who was flanking from the back.
Meanwhile, Rongside was also speeding to get there.
Bakeluolie's plan ultimately failed, as he was relentlessly pestered by Rongside, who was like a leech.
On the other side, Lancelot moved like a bird, light and agile, so fast it was as if he were flying at low altitude, heading straight for Stell.
The latter was not surprised at all.
On Lancelot's side, only he himself could take down Stell; the other three couldn't.
"Wings of Gale!" Stell chanted, and a pair of wind elemental wings, five or six meters wide, appeared behind him.
With a flap of his wings, Stell actually floated up, though not very high, only eight or nine meters, but this undoubtedly caused great trouble for Lancelot's attack.
In close combat, it's difficult to gain leverage in the air; he can't fly either, so going up there would just be suicide.
Besides, even with Stell's relentless bombardment, he might not be able to break through.
If attacking at mid-range...
Clashing with a three-elemental mage?
Are you out of your mind?
"Then there's only one way!" Lancelot sped away, dodging Stell's attacks from above, his eyes darting around, searching for a suitable boulder.
He quickly found a boulder of similar height.
He leaped up, his leg muscles bulging suddenly, power condensing, electricity surging, like a roc soaring through the clouds, his body rising higher and higher, even surpassing Stell's height.
During this process, he brazenly activated Qi Burning and Primordial Qi Tyrant Body, enduring more than a dozen spell attacks without being knocked down.
"What is he going to do?" Stell's face was grave. He flapped his Wings of Gale behind him and prepared to quickly move away.
Just then, Lancelot's penetrating voice echoed through the sky.
"Trapped Beast Fist!"
Sizzle~
Centered on Lancelot, lightning spread like a spider web, forming a spherical field.
Then, the domain collapsed into a sphere, which he flicked away with a gentle flick, sending it hurtling out.
The electric ball was incredibly fast; just as Stell cast his spell to intercept it, it was already very close to him, and from a superior position.
Boom!
The electric ball exploded, scattering into thousands of blue points of light that surrounded Stell like fireflies.
In fact, these are all miniature electric spheres.
Stell's expression changed drastically, and he rapidly flapped his Wings of Gale, attempting to leave.
But it was too late!
Cold sweat beaded on Lancelot's forehead. He spread his right hand out wide, like pulling a fishing net, and yanked hard!
Sizzle~
The miniature electric spheres were interconnected, forming a lightning net in mid-air. Stell was like a bird caught in the net, struggling frantically but to no avail. He was pulled from the sky by the electric net and fell heavily to the ground.
"About 30% of the energy remains!" Lancelot's expression was cold. The Trapped Beast Fist was a secret technique of Qigong Style control, which consumed an extremely high amount of mental strength, energy, and mental power.
The difficulty of precisely controlling those thousands of miniature electric spheres was off the charts, and he could only manage to do so with great difficulty. Fortunately, he managed to pull Stell to the ground.
Now, it's our home turf!
Boom!
Lancelot gave Stell no time to react, charging forward and then delivering a powerful kick.
Stell looked serious. He was rarely approached by someone suddenly, but he had practiced this countless times during his training. Dealing with sudden attacks was a required course for spellcasters.
He placed the magic book on his forehead with both hands, crossed his arms in front of his chest, and closed his eyes, like a devout believer.
"Crown of Protection!"
Ding~
A phantom golden crown appeared above Stell's head, casting a shimmering, iridescent light curtain that seemed to adorn him with magnificent attire.
Boom!
Lancelot kicked down, causing the crown to shake violently and make a creaking sound that made Stell's eyelids twitch, but he didn't open his eyes.
However, to Stell's relief, the crown did not collapse and the light screen remained intact.
Undeterred by the initial failure, Lancelot unleashed a barrage of attacks, transforming his fists, legs, knees, elbows, and head into weapons, pushing his Body of Steel to its limits and relentlessly bombarding the enemy with his bare flesh.
His combat experience was so rich that whenever Stell tried to use magic to repel him, Lancelot would dodge in advance, only using a little of his precious energy when he really couldn't avoid it.
And so, Lancelot stuck to Stell like a piece of chewing gum.
The latter was relatively calm at first, but as cracks appeared on the crown and gradually increased, he also began to panic.
However, it must be said that Stell's combat skills were very high. Although he was in a hurry, he was not flustered at all, and his spells were always perfectly linked. He did not give up until Lancelot broke through the Crown of Protection.
However, faced with a close-combat master who had successfully closed the distance, Stell's struggles proved futile, and he was ultimately eliminated, finishing in 5th place.
The reason it's ranked 5th is because just one minute ago, Bell and Doreen were eliminated together.
There are now only four people left on the battlefield.
Three of them were on Lancelot's side.
The three surrounded Bakeluolie.
"Beate, guess who's next after I'm eliminated?" Bakeluolie suddenly laughed and looked at Beate.
Lancelot and Rongside paused, both looking at Beate.
Bakeluolie's words were blatant attempts to sow discord, yet everything he said was true.
Beate was an extremely rational person; without much thought, she stood side by side with Bakeluolie.
It's now a two-on-two situation.
The charm of the arena free-for-all lies in this: one moment you are teammates fighting together, but the next moment you switch sides and become opponents fighting each other.
The plot unfolded with a series of twists and turns, captivating the audience and testing the contestants' ability to adapt to changing circumstances.
"Lancelot, let's do it the same way as before. I'll hold off Bakeluolie, and you go and take out Beate!" Rongside said in a deep voice.
Unexpectedly, Lancelot patted him on the shoulder and laughed, "It's no use, Bakeluolie won't give us that chance. There's only one way now..."
As Lancelot spoke, he ripped off his battle suit, which was tattered from the fight, revealing his strong and perfect physique.
"What method?" Rongside asked hurriedly.
"Charge them head-on and crush them!"
With a grin, Lancelot initiated Cell Liberation.
Boom!
Its wild and domineering aura continued to expand, reaching its zenith!
Heal me!
After leaving those words, Lancelot stomped his foot heavily, and the yellow sand on both sides rose high like a curtain being drawn. The next moment, his figure had disappeared, leaving only a visible shockwave that slowly dissipated behind him!
The electric current surged forth without reservation, filling his entire body with energy. Lancelot's heart pounded like a drum, and his mental focus was so intense that it was like a clear mirror, reflecting all the movements around him.
Fierce, composed, domineering, and ruthless!
The man rushing towards them at breakneck speed brought unprecedented pressure to Bakeluolie, not to mention Beate.
At that moment, he even regretted switching sides.
"Fine, I don't need the championship if I can fight someone like you!" Bakeluolie laughed wildly, his momentum rising as well. Like a barbaric elephant sweeping through the dust, he smashed the rocks in front of him to pieces and charged straight at Lancelot.
The two men clashed violently, like needles pointing at wheat awns, or meteors colliding. Their fists, one large and one small, made contact.
The terrifying forces clashed and clashed, neither giving way to the other.
But compared to Lancelot's drill-like, sharp strength, Bakeluolie was far inferior, all bark and no bite, empty and useless, and was quickly defeated.
Ta-da!
Bakeluolie staggered back more than ten steps!
Lancelot, who is several times smaller than himself, actually managed to defeat Bakeluolie head-on, creating a very impactful scene.
"What a powerful attack!" Bakeluolie's expression turned grave. "Is this what they call ' Cell Liberation '? It's truly formidable!"
"Again!"
Lancelot let out a long roar, his momentum growing even stronger.
Da da da!!
Bullets rained down, but Lancelot activated his Primordial Qi Tyrant Body, his hands moving with the speed of a phantom, completely ignoring Beate's harassment, and went straight for Bakeluolie.
With the Holy Light of Rongside from behind, minor injuries were no big deal, and even the duration of Cell Liberation could be extended.
It has to be said that having a powerful support is really satisfying, especially for a Transcendent like Lancelot with his fighting style.
Boom!
One punch after another!
Bakeluolie didn't back down, and their fists clashed again, only to be pushed back again, just like before.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Lancelot pressed his advantage relentlessly, his body moving like thunder and lightning, his fists striking with earth-shattering force, his feet cracking the ground with a relentless barrage.
After an unknown amount of time, with a thud, Bakeluolie collapsed heavily to the ground and never got up again.
Finished in fourth place!
"You're the only one left!"
Lancelot turned his head to look at Beate, then lunged forward. Beatrice's hair stood on end, and he threw out all sorts of weapons as if they were free, but they were all smashed into scrap metal by those Iron Fist.
With the mecha torn apart by a pair of bare hands, Beate was eliminated, stopping at third place.
Two players remain from the Southern Division.
In the stands, the audience from the Southern Division went wild, chanting the names of Lancelot and Rongside with ecstasy.
"Although I know I am no match for you, I still want to give it a try!" Rongside's face was solemn, his body enveloped in Holy Light, as he charged straight at her.
Lancelot nodded slightly, showing no sign of carelessness, and gathered the remaining strength in his body to fight against him.
It's funny, actually.
His "civil war" with Rongside was actually the longest, even exceeding the total duration of the first half.
This nanny was incredibly resilient; Lancelot nearly exhausted himself before finally defeating her and eliminating her from the competition.
When Rongside was eliminated, the final champion was decided.
The stadium suddenly went dark, and then countless points of light enveloped Lancelot, lifting him to the highest point, and projecting a Void projection thousands of meters high using projection technology.
The view could be seen from almost half of Younis City. Countless citizens looked up, their gazes fixed on that tired yet remarkably determined face, filled with respect and awe.
Lancelot, the champion of the Joint Entrance Examination!