In a sealed concrete square room, there was also a black ball.
This black ball was a three-dimensional projector, with many three-dimensional lights and shadows around it, and one could interact with the content on it by walking up and touching it.
The few of them greeted each other and each found their own piece.
There was a countdown to the start of the match.
There were 29 minutes to go before the start of the match.
At the same time, some rules of the 5v5 match were explained.
The match was a point-based system, not an elimination system.
Three points for a win, no points for a loss, and one point for a draw.
After the start of the match, there was a two-hour break after each match. Of course, you could also fight in advance, as long as you felt it was appropriate.
The match was based on a matching system with roughly similar scores. There was no guarantee of absolute fairness, only relative fairness, because it was impossible to do so.
Occasionally, there would be a match when the score difference was more than twenty points.
This was not a system error, but a problem with the matching mechanism. After all, luck was also part of strength.
The time of the match was 24 hours in the game. At the end of the match, the team with the highest current score was the winner.
"According to the rules, our equipment has to be targeted." After reading the rules of the match, Roland immediately said, "I looked at the equipment provided by the system, which is all low-level standard magic enchanted equipment, and depending on the part of the equipment, there are only one or two special attributes. So I suggest that the equipment for pure physical professions must focus on stamina and endurance regeneration. Schuck and Betta, you are compound professions, with a balance of stamina, endurance, and magic regeneration, and I am pure magic regeneration. Under such rules, after all, we have to fight constantly, so combat endurance is important. "
Schuck thought for a moment and said, "But in this case, our basic attributes will be a little worse than the other party's. Although I also have a combat aura that can increase certain attributes in a large area, the base number is not large, mainly because it has a large range and is suitable for large group battles. "
"It's okay, I can take care of the attributes."
Roland snapped his fingers repeatedly, and rays of magic light rang out on the seven of them.
Extreme Stamina, Extreme Agility, Attack Speed Increase, Movement Speed Increase, Weak Physical Defense, and so on.
At least eight different kinds of buff spells were stacked on everyone.
"But I can't help you increase stamina and endurance, and I can't clear your fatigue, so combat endurance is the most important thing for us."
Feeling that he was suddenly a lot stronger, Schuck gave Roland a thumbs up. "Mages are awesome."
He was originally level eight, but after teleporting in, he became level five and felt a lot weaker.
Now that a round of buffs had been cast, he felt as if he were level eight again.
Roland smiled.
He wasn't unprepared for the past ten days.
Since the authorities had banned his blue fireball, he would naturally make up for it in other ways.
So, he optimized a lot of buff spells first.
There were also some spells that could deal with complex environments that had been optimized to a certain extent in order to gain a greater advantage in the second round of the group battle royale.
The friends of F6 all felt the enhancement in their attributes. Besides, in the small group, Roland had always been a "strategist" type of role, and even if what he said was unreasonable, the others would still consider it a little more.
Since there was no problem with the attributes, he would naturally listen to Roland.
In less than ten minutes, everyone was fully equipped.
The next step was to wait.
Schuck and the others were all a little nervous. Roland seemed calm and natural because of the enhancement of mental power that came with the Mage class.
He continued to operate on the three-dimensional projection of the black ball and found that he could search for the game videos of other teams.
After entering a random number, the system prompted, 'The competition has not yet begun. There is no team number for this team.'
So that's how it is.
Roland returned to his friends and chatted with them. He told some dirty jokes to reduce their nervousness.
Time passed quickly, and then five minutes before the start of the competition, they got their team number.
69！
Well, this was a very interesting number.
Everyone looked at the number and smiled ambiguously, including Betta.
Then Schuck noticed Betta's smile, and he walked over and patted his cousin on the shoulder. "Kid, it seems that you've lost your virginity and even know what 69 means."
Betta could only laugh dryly.
Li Lin and the others were immediately curious. They surrounded Betta.
They asked him which brothel he had his first rite of passage at, how old the girl was, whether she was beautiful, and so on.
When men got together, they either talked about politics or women, which was boring and tacky.
Betta still could only smile sheepishly and say nothing.
Just as everyone was pressuring Betta to confess and be lenient, Betta gradually couldn't resist.
At this moment, the black ball said, "The competition officially begins. Do you want to start matching teams?"
Only then did they let Betta go.
Betta breathed a sigh of relief.
Schuck put on his heavy armor, and under the effect of the Saint Samurai's specialty, Body of Light, golden magic patterns gradually appeared on his standard armor, which looked extremely beautiful.
He looked at Roland and asked, "There are bound to be teams that aren't in a hurry to fight, but rather watch the others fight a game or two before deciding on equipment and tactics. Should we lay low for a while first?"
"No need." Roland waved his hand. "According to the rules, as long as we get the top few points as soon as possible, then only the top ten will fight, and it'll be the same few teams back and forth, so we don't have to think too much about tactics. You have to understand that the team configurations of the masters are all similar, and the tactics of the noobs are strange. The tactics of the masters are still traceable, and how to target and prevent can be considered. But the noobs … all kinds of weird configurations can be a headache when fighting. So I think it's better to try to get the points up first, and it's easier to maintain a winning rate when fighting a fixed team. "
"Okay, then I'll start."
Schuck was the nominal captain, and he walked up to the black ball projection and clicked on the option of "match."
The pale white circle slowly rotated in the center of the interface, and not long after, the black ball made a "ding" sound, and then the five of them saw a blur before their eyes, and then they were teleported to a grassland.
A blue square-shaped barrier unfolded around them. Roland looked around. The scope of the barrier was quite large, about 100 meters x 100 meters square of space.
On the opposite side, there were five mosaic shadows.
This was a pre-battle preparation state, and the players participating in the match could be changed.
Schuck looked at the surrounding environment and said, "This is grassland terrain, do you want to switch with Husseret?"
"No need." Roland shook his head. "The terrain of the grassland is not complicated, and Rogues have no advantage in this environment, let's just start."
In the system, Schuck selected the "Ready Complete" option.
Not long after, the other side was also ready, and then a gong sounded in the barrier for no reason, and the match officially began.
In the blink of an eye, the five mosaic shadows turned into five archers.
Roland subconsciously hid behind Schuck.
He then snapped his fingers several times, casting all kinds of buffs on everyone, followed by the level-two spell Long-Range Arrow Defense on everyone.
"The other side is going to lose," Roland said lightly.
After casting the buffs, Roland had no desire to attack at all. He hid in the back and watched his three friends charge up. Brazil, the ranger, slowly moved forward, shooting arrows from time to time to interfere with the enemy's attacks.
The black panther was invisible.
The five archers on the other side, all of whom seemed to have special professions that enhanced their shooting speed, fired rapidly at the same time, and actually produced the effect of a Gatling gun.
A continuous stream of arrows shot at the four of them, but they were bounced off by the defensive long-range spells on their bodies.
Seeing that the long-range attacks were ineffective, the five began to retreat and shoot.
Generally speaking, defensive spells also had a limit, and even spells that defended against long-range arrows would disappear after blocking a certain number and strength of arrows.
So they continued to retreat.
The archers' mobility was good, but unfortunately, the speed of his friends with all kinds of buffs wasn't slow either. Not to mention that the barrier had a range, and the archers couldn't pull away from it. When they reached the end of the barrier, they were bound to turn, and then they were caught up by the three melee professionals.
As a Saint Samurai, Schuck had long-range attacks, but to conserve magic power, he chose to attack at close range.
With the Saint Samurai's unique White Sun Assault Swordsmanship, combined with the golden wings on his back, and the acceleration spell, he easily caught up with two archers and took them out without any effort.
Li Lin and Raffel each took out one.
Brazil's pet black panther, in stealth mode, dug out an archer's anus.
In less than two minutes, the other five were taken out.
They were then teleported back to the small house.
Husseret and Betta were waiting there, having watched the match unfold on the projector.
As soon as they appeared, Betta shouted, "Everyone is so good, we're now first for the time being, and we're the first to finish the battle."
As Betta spoke, he pointed to the leaderboard on the black ball projector.
However, while he was speaking, three other teams had won almost at the same time. In an instant, there were four teams tied for first place.
"Sit down and rest, and when your stamina recovers, say so immediately and continue matching."
Thanks to what Roland had said earlier about equipping them with endurance equipment, the stamina or magic power recovery of the five were quite fast.
In less than three minutes, everyone was back to full.
Schuck immediately pressed the button to match again.
In the second match, the opponent was a combination of two Shield Warriors, one Archer, one Priest, and one Warlock.
And that Warlock was a very disgusting Fire Feces Warlock.
Originally, Roland's side had the advantage. The Shield Warrior and the Archer were all taken out, and Roland's side hadn't lost anyone yet.
Victory was in sight.
But in the end, the Warlock's big white maggot self-destructed.
It crazily spewed out a lot of hot, yellow-white, liquid feces.
There was hot feces everywhere in the sky and on the ground, and there was no place to land at all.
The space in the barrier looked large, but it wasn't for the smell, and there was no wind!
The entire barrier stank, so disgusting that it made people dizzy and want to vomit.
Fortunately, with Extreme Body Fortification, Roland and the others had better physiques than the other side. Both sides stayed where they were and endured, vomiting, and the other side died of exhaustion.
This battle lasted a full thirty-seven minutes.
When he came out of the arena, Roland's face was pale and his steps were unsteady.
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