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Chapter 296

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Roland and the others were also wearing full-body armor, even helmets.

After all, full-body armor was not very convenient to wear, and in order to participate in the competition as soon as possible, they usually didn't take it off until the competition was over.

When the netizens in the livestream saw Roland and the others in armor, they wailed.

"Team Two is essentially a substitute team. Look at the physical difference between Team One and Team Two, it's even more hopeless. "

"And look at what weapons they're using, two swords and shields, three long katanas? Is this the national team or the Fusang team? "

"Is this the rhythm of Monster Hunting OL teaming up to hunt Concubine Flame?"

"Wake up, Monster Hunting OL is long dead."

"A bunch of ignorant people, that's a miaodao. A pure domestic weapon. "

"Not to mention the miaodao, even a guandao isn't good in a full-armor combat competition. When the national team participated in a full-armor competition for the first time, they used a guandao and were beaten so badly that their brains were about to come out. "

"There's no chance anyway, Team Two is obviously here to make up the numbers. But this is also normal, full-armor combat is too niche, many people in our country don't want to participate, there are too few good seedlings, don't you see that they can't even make up three teams? "

The female streamer also noticed the gloomy atmosphere in the livestream, she laughed dryly and said, "Don't be so pessimistic, maybe a miracle will happen! People always have to think on the bright side, right? "

In fact, even the female streamer herself wasn't optimistic about Roland and the others.

It was just that she had been paid by the officials to promote full-armor combat. Otherwise, as a streamer with nearly a million followers, she wouldn't have come to such a stinky place to do live broadcasts … Wouldn't it be even more beautiful to stay in a cute house, sell her cuteness, sing songs, and receive countless praises?

But there was no other way, the officials gave her a number that she couldn't refuse.

After the female streamer finished speaking, there was another wave of bullet comments. Some people were discouraged, some people were teasing, and some people thought that there might be a miracle. Of course, there were also people who thought that there might be a miracle, but the number was very small.

Team One walked out of the competition area dejectedly, and Lin Zhaotong immediately went up to them and said, "It doesn't matter if you lose, after all, you encountered a strong team, and it's good that you fought like this."

One of the players in the first team looked at Roland and the others and said helplessly, "It's another round this time. Even if we don't aim for first place, third place would be fine. At least there's hope, but we were unlucky to run into the Russian team as soon as we started."

The other team members also let out a long sigh.

The matches in the other arenas also came to an end.

In full-armor combat competitions, the difference in strength was quite large. Generally speaking, the stronger teams, like the Russian team and the Conscience sewer team, were big and strong.

The team battles didn't take up much time.

Soon, the second round of matches was about to begin. Roland and the others quickly moved to the seventh arena.

The female streamer held her phone and followed behind them.

Under the guidance of the staff, Roland and the others entered the field from the right side. At this time, their opponents also entered the field.

Three of the enemies were armed with swords and shields, while the other two were armed with two-handed axes.

Judging from the national flag engraved on their chests, they were from a small country in South Asia.

The people in that area weren't too tall either, about the same size as the people in the south of China, so on the surface, the two sides seemed to be evenly matched.

The female streamer pointed the camera of her phone at the arena, slowly scanned it left and right twice, and then said into the Bluetooth microphone, "Although the second team doesn't look as strong as the first team, their luck seems to be good. The other side doesn't look strong, and there's hope of winning."

The atmosphere in the livestream was similar.

"Not bad, this small South Asian country is very average. Even if it's the second team, I think they can beat it."

"At least it won't be as ugly as having their heads shaved."

"This world is always balanced. The strong meet the stronger, and the average against the average."

"If they're a little luckier, they might really be able to get into the top five. Except for three or four strong teams in full-armor combat, the rest are very average. Actually, our first team is quite strong. It's just that we were unlucky to run into the Russians."

At this time, Qi Shaoqiu was also watching the livestream. Looking at the bullet screen above, Qi Shaoqiu showed an extremely emotional smile, like a certain meme superstar who was good at playing basketball.

Lin Zhaotong, who was standing to the side, saw Qi Shaoqiu's weird smile and froze for a moment. Then he also leaned over, looked at the bullet screen on his phone, and immediately showed an extremely emotional uncle's smile.

The referee arrived, and after confirming the number of people on both sides and whether the weapons used were out of line, he signaled for both sides to start.

The five players from the small South Asian country lined up, each with their hands open, roaring as they walked forward.

On the other hand, Roland's side didn't say anything, just gripped his weapon and walked forward slowly.

The bullet screen in the livestream immediately increased.

"Look at the other side's momentum, and then look at our side. The difference between the two sides is obvious. I think it's going to be difficult this time."

"That's right, it doesn't matter if you're not strong. At least you have to fight with your own momentum. Cold weapon combat relies on momentum."

"Alas, it's the second team after all. Be more lenient."

At the scene, the other side was about three meters away from Roland and the others. They continued to roar, because based on past experience, the other side wouldn't be able to attack at this distance.

But Roland, Brazil, and Schuck moved at the same time.

The three of them took two quick steps at the same time, and then used the Stepping Forward Slash at the same time, so neat that it seemed to have been rehearsed.

The miaodao was about 1.6 meters long, and with the length of the arms, it was a full two meters of attack range.

Stepping forward and pressing forward was almost another meter, so a distance of three meters was almost the limit of the miaodao's attack range.

This slash was aimed directly at the other side's head.

And the players from the small South Asian country were still roaring at this time to boost their momentum.

As a result, when this slash came, none of them had enough reaction speed, and although they had already raised their shields to protect themselves, it was still too late.

The end of the miaodao hit the other side's helmet directly, leaving a short dent after a clang.

If it was a sharpened weapon, it could really split this helmet in half.

But without a sharpened weapon, it couldn't break the defense.

But even so, the other side didn't feel good.

To outsiders, it sounded like a crisp thud, but to the attacker, it was a loud thud.

His head was a little dizzy from the shock, and the player attacked by Roland made a move to protect his head with his shield while retreating.

Roland switched his foot and stepped forward again, but this time it was no longer a vertical slash, but a diagonal slash.

If the contestant wanted to protect his head, he had to raise his left arm, which exposed his armpit.

The slash hit his armpit directly, and there was still a thud.

Full-body armor also had defense here, but it would be lower.

Without protection, Roland's miaodao could injure the opponent's shoulder joint even if it wasn't sharpened.

And the player from the small South Asian country felt a numbness in his armpit at this time, his left hand a little weak, and he was so scared that he wanted to step back even more.

Roland took another step forward and quickly retracted the miaodao to the back of his shoulder, then turned around abruptly and used the most powerful Turning Horizontal Slash in the miaodao stance.

In the process of turning around, Roland suddenly realized that his surroundings seemed to slow down for a moment, and he seemed to have cut through something.

Then the miaodao slashed at the opponent's helmet like white lightning, at the temple.

The miaodao slashed through the air, making a strange whooshing sound, rapid and sharp.

The end of the miaodao's blade swept through the opponent's helmet, and the player from the small South Asian country was knocked down to Roland's right side.

On the side, Qi Shaoqiu stood up abruptly, a look of disbelief in his eyes.

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