Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The students of Bernabeu cheered as their winning streak was about to begin.
Both Ayrlarng's contestants were freshmen, but Tita, one of the most outstanding freshmen of Ayrlarng, was defeated by Ayrlarng's opponent in terms of maneuvering, strength, intelligence, and big picture.
Bernabeu's team had proven their strength through the years, and every single one of their students was extremely talented. Luck wouldn't be a factor in winning or losing.
This was the demeanor of the strong. Only the weak would hope for the help of luck.
Rumi almost cried after losing, and Tita, who was always cheerful, turned pale. His confidence had completely collapsed.
One should not be afraid of not knowing what's good, but one should be afraid of comparison.
Before the match, everyone would think that they were strong and had a chance to win, but reality was always cruel.
"Relax, Rumi, the one who defeated you won in terms of big picture, but she's not as good as you in other aspects. Train yourself and be more courageous, she's definitely no match for you. Tita, you have nothing to complain about this loss, it's just that you're not as good as her, so don't be sad. It's rare to have a chance to fight against a strong opponent, just remember to win next time."
Rumi nodded blankly, but Tita's face turned gloomy. "Take care of yourself."
Apparently, Tita had been holding back his anger. This time, he had lost to Rumi. At least Rumi had lost the fight, but Tita had been beaten up by his opponent.
Wang Tong shrugged, he knew that it was useless to say anything, but as long as Tita was angry, it meant that there was still hope.
Martyrus had a genuine smile on his face, he knew that Bernabeu was winning. "Fourth match, Battlecraft Combat, Ayrlarng will send out Zhou Sisi, and Bernabeu will send out Best.
Bernabeu had a hundred percent chance of winning this match, because Best had just won the third place in the Earth Confederation Battlecraft Combat, which meant that he would have to face the elite students from all over the Earth Confederation, and Ayrlarng … wasn't even qualified to participate in the match.
Zhou Sisi was a little nervous as she glanced at Wang Tong. Wang Tong waved his fist, and Zhou Sisi felt a little more confident. Battlecraft Combat was her forte, and she had recently mastered the Art of Cloning.
On the other side, Best shook his head and played with his fingers. He didn't take the opponent in front of him seriously at all. There was indeed no need. It would be a waste to send him out at this level.
The battle began. Zhou Sisi's opponent wasn't bad. She wasn't a complete amateur, but she wasn't a professional either. In a real battle, a small advantage could be magnified infinitely. The time difference was 0.5 seconds, but the opponent's movement difference was more than 1 second. A difference of more than 1 second could only be considered an amateur. Eight minutes into the match, everyone could see that Best's advantage was very obvious. With his mechanics, he definitely wouldn't make any big mistakes. This match was a foregone conclusion.
Three against one, it was a good result.
Zhou Sisi immediately felt the gap between her and Best as soon as the battle began. Her opponent was professionally trained, while Ayrlarng didn't have a strong team, teachers, and students. Their mechanics, tactics, and the overall situation were all different. Even though the gap wasn't huge, it was still an insurmountable gap, and Zhou Sisi wouldn't be able to make a comeback without some special moves.
Zhou Sisi knew that she only had one chance.
Fifteen minutes later, Zhou Sisi's fleet was surrounded. Martyrus looked at the time and realized that it was time to end the battle.
Best was waiting for his opponent to surrender. He knew that only by surrendering would he be able to show off his strength.
However, he noticed something was wrong with his opponent's formation. It wasn't a formation of surrendering, but … an attack. Could it be?
Best and Zhou Sisi's Art of Cloning was unleashed in an instant. Was it a battle between cannon fodder?
Everyone was watching the battlefield nervously, no one had expected Zhou Sisi to use the Art of Cloning at such a crucial moment.
The result was clear.
Zhou Sisi's fleet was almost annihilated, but Best's perfect formation was also disrupted. Best, who wanted to end the battle with a perfect ending, was very upset, but unfortunately, his opponent's Art of Cloning was not that powerful.
Before Zhou Sisi could surrender, Best's fleet went all out and annihilated all of Zhou Sisi's fleet.
Three against one, Bernabeu was leading by two rounds. Best was still upset after winning the battle, he didn't expect such an ant to use the Art of Cloning on him.
"Haha, I'm sorry, Best is a straightforward kid, please don't mind him. Next round will be him again. Is your opponent … Wang Tong?"
"Yes, this round will be his turn."
Samantha's face darkened. She called Wang Tong over and said, "I don't care how you do it, you have to teach him a lesson. Otherwise, we'll call off our deal, and I'll make sure you pay for it!"
Wang Tong licked his lips and said, "Don't worry."
As the master, he couldn't bear the suffering of his apprentice.
Wang Tong, Rumi, Tita, and Zhou Sisi were all disappointed by the failure, but Wang Tong knew what he had to do.
CHECK！
CHECK!
The fifth round began, Best versus Wang Tong.
Best's strategy was exactly the same, and his technique was flawless with minimal error. This was the result of professional training, and no one could doubt Best's strength.
Best's error was around half a second, and this Wang Tong was even worse than the previous one. At least his opponent was decent, but Wang Tong's error was close to two seconds.
He was a complete pig!
Strategically giving up?
Impossible, right?
Best looked at his opponent's platform, and Wang Tong was also looking at him. Wang Tong made a face and stuck out his little finger.
Instantly, the students of Bernabeu were enraged. How dare this newbie be so arrogant!
Best was so angry that he started laughing. He was going to beat Wang Tong so hard that even his mother wouldn't recognize him.
"I'm sorry, Principal Matthaus, but my student is also an ordinary person." Samantha smiled, and it was obvious that she wasn't embarrassed at all.
Best, who was planning to end the battle quickly, started to play his opponent to death.
Apache leaned against a pillar in the corner, munching on a lollipop as he looked at Wang Tong. Unlike Best, Wang Tong wasn't as focused as he was, and his movements were a little messy. Fortunately, he didn't make any big mistakes, and Best was intentionally controlling his movements, so Wang Tong was having a good time.
Samantha felt her heart beating faster. What the hell was Wang Tong up to this time? Even though they were short of players, she would rather let Zhou Sisi go again if this was all he was capable of.
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