The Scarlet Alliance State Could Not Lose
"The first match is a joint effort between Changkong Luo and Zuo Lianguang!"
"The second match features Zhou Rihui and Zhu Bufan teaming up!"
"The third match will feature Changkong Yinghao and Changkong Kong Yinglian!"
"The fourth match features Li Qi and Zhong Rang teaming up!"
"The fifth match featured long-range shots from Song Xianzong and Wang Haoran!"
The Scarlet Alliance State deployed coordinated lineups in all five rounds of combat, and each match was fought with great intensity.
On Alliance Island, many people watched from afar, and no competing team dared to intrude.
The international conference, intended to facilitate discussion and resolution of disputes, seemed to have turned into a deathmatch, with the Scarlet Alliance State fighting recklessly, disregarding all costs.
Watching one heavily wounded high- Sequence Holder after another being carried off the field was a terrifying sight for many.
If this is a story of elderly Sequence Holder demonstrating great self-sacrifice, burning their last embers to clear obstacles for the Alliance States and attempting to drag Montesbatton down with them, then this also includes second- and third-generation members of the Red Alliance States Sequence Committee.
The Scarlet Alliance State's tactics were clearly incomprehensible, even to Nagos, who felt that the Scarlet Alliance State had gone to great lengths to change the order of international conferences.
Of course, if the change of order is successful, it can indeed reduce the losses from the struggle for interests in the coming decades.
But Naggs still felt it wasn't worth it.
As for the present moment, he had to step forward.
Scarlet Alliance State five consecutive defeats, it was the British Alliance State's turn to take over.
This is the highest-level Sequence Holder to appear after the combination of the Eighth Sequence and Seventh Sequence of the Aomeijia Alliance.
Nagog of the Seventh Sequence and Pasteur of the Seventh Sequence.
"Montesbarton, didn't you say you'd come find me after you found Changkong Luo? Well, here I am!"
Nags waved his hand, and Pasteur immediately stood up.
"What, you want to fight me to the death too?" Montespatton asked warily. "You don't intend to kill me here, do you?"
The purpose of the international conference was to resolve disputes and promote the exchange of talent and technology; even Montesbatton never imagined it would escalate to this extent.
He personally beat eight of them to serious injury. If Li Yingbo had been a little slower in raising his sign, it would have been quite normal for him to kill someone in his rage.
Thinking about how these people were willing to sacrifice themselves at any cost, Montespatton's shadow fell over his mind.
For the first time, he suspected that these people wanted to kill him in the fight.
However, as long as the conceding flag is raised in time, the fight needs to stop; otherwise, it will inevitably escalate into a chaotic brawl.
In other words, Montesbarton felt that these people intended to kill him, but he did not think they would kill him in this situation.
He looked at the wounds all over his body, including claw marks, concussions, sword wounds, knife wounds, bruises from heavy punches, and cut marks, but none of them were fatal. Even his ultimate skill, the Changkong Luo, only caused minor injuries, resulting in weakened vision and hearing loss.
With just a month of rest and adjustment, Montespatton felt he should be able to recover.
He slightly raised his eyes to look at Nagos, who was nearly two meters tall, his gaze inadvertently sweeping over Nagos's 1.2-meter-long heavy sword.
Montesbatton has to admit, Naggs is a master at finding bargains.
This was the opponent that Montespatton had previously identified, and now he had emerged, using Montespatton's previous words as a provocation.
"I'll take the battle!"
In the distance, Montes Clark lightly leaped, ready to go on and substitute, which made Montes Barton shake his head.
Naggs has many unlikable personality traits, but his ability is undeniable; if Montesclough plays, the team will definitely lose.
If Naggs fights to the death like the Scarlet Alliance State, there is a very high probability that Montes Clark will be seriously injured, and Naggs and Pasteur will inevitably clash with him again.
This is not an opponent Montescliffe can handle, but one he must weaken to the point where he can no longer play.
"Since you want to take advantage of this, then I'll grant your wish. Let's start the battle after this round of rest!"
Montesbarton's gaze swept over the seats of the Scarlet Alliance State, then over the seats of the British Alliance State, and he couldn't help but take a deep breath.
As he reached out and grabbed at something in the distance, a long silver staff flew towards him from afar.
This long, silver rod is solid metal, but its outer shell is coated with an insulating layer and oil, making it so slippery that it's difficult to grip.
This was the weapon Montesbatton used to defeat Chimmon Hagrid, and it was also a weapon he rarely used.
At this moment, with his body injured and his physical strength greatly reduced, and facing a thug like Naggs, Montespatton undoubtedly became cautious.
But this was a battle he had no choice but to participate in; otherwise, Naggs would have replicated his sweeping victories in several battles, and even specifically targeted the Aomeijia Alliance.
"Everything depends on you!"
As expected, Naggs played against Montesbottom.
However, this was achieved by simply piling up ten top-tier Sequence Holder from the Scarlet Alliance State.
Normally, no one would dare to act so recklessly, and no one would cooperate. But the coincidence is that everyone was stuck at a certain point, thus having no choice but to cooperate.
This is a contest involving many factors.
Ren Yisheng's goal of changing the order of the international conference was only one of them. Many Sequence Holder treated Montesbatton as a ferocious beast to fight, which made many people use all their skills and abilities.
Now, this is also putting everyone's recovery abilities to the test.
Inside the temporary housing, wounded soldiers were being settled one after another, and medical staff were coming and going.
Ren Yisheng glanced at the many people lying there groaning in pain, then looked at Zhang Xuezhou and Ren Anran inside the room.
If the body can withstand it, Zhang Xuezhou will take action; if the body can't withstand it, Ren Anran will provide minor treatment and continuously replenish the body's nutritional needs.
For this competition, the Scarlet Alliance State made extremely thorough logistical arrangements, including a wide variety of injectable and oral nutritional supplements.
He whispered something to Zhang Xuezhou and the others, and saw that Zhang Xuezhou had already found Chang Kongluo, who was moderately injured but had a high Changkong Luo strength.
As Zhang Xuezhou murmured prayers to the god Tu'er, purple light fell from his hand like rain. Ren Anran then performed a sacrificial dance before beginning to heal Zhou Rihui's injuries.
"This Tu'er god from the Thousand Islands is really something!"
Changkong Luo curled up, his back as red as a scorched shrimp, and the pain on his face quickly subsided after Zhang Xuezhou performed the procedure.
It wasn't just pain relief; he felt his physical wounds healing rapidly.
At the same time, a feeling of thirst and weakness quickly overwhelmed him.
This prompted Changkong Luo to follow the instructions and quickly grab a bottle of nutritional supplements, gulping it down in her mouth.
A persistent feeling of Kongxu washed over him, so he quickly injected himself with an acupuncture needle, hoping to replenish the Kongxu in his body with an even faster injection.
As the unpleasant sensations gradually subsided, Changkong Luo couldn't help but touch the area in his chest and abdomen where Montespatton had kicked him, only to find that he felt no pain whatsoever.
"It'll definitely work! I've been healed by God Tu'er several times, my body is in great shape!"
Changkong Luo may have difficulty with the aftereffects of healing, but Zhou Rihui is physically strong and has no problems.
He slowly swallowed a mouthful of the nutritional supplement, then touched the ear that Pei Jing had previously slashed. A familiar, pleasant feeling welled up inside him, and he felt extremely satisfied.
With the divine blessing of Thur, the Scarlet Alliance State cannot be defeated.