Seeing this scene, Shi Yong's tense expression finally relaxed. He knew this duel was practically won.
At the sa ti, the Bronze Camp warriors seized the mistakes and launched their attacks; those Assault Camp warriors quickly retracted the attacks they had just initiated.
Many people were stunned because of this.
Withdrawing a launched attack may sound simple, but achieving it requires control over the body and energy at a micro-level realm.
Such a realm, let alone in the Bronze Camp or even the Silver Team, is not one that many have achieved.
It required not only rich experience and diligent training but also a certain amount of talent.
It could even be called the domain of experts.
These Assault Camp warriors were indeed decent, but could each of them possess the level of being able to see the big picture?
What was going on?
Originally, it was the Assault Camp people who made mistakes, attacking too early. However, with one countermove, it beca the other side's mistake, attacking too early.
Combat is a matter of monts. The Bronze Camp warriors made mistakes and, naturally, were punished. Among them, only very few could manage to withdraw their skills, and even then, not very smoothly, because just monts ago, they were going all in for a one-hit kill.
The attacks landed on these people, causing injuries one after another, and the situation imdiately beca perilous.
The Assault Camp gained the initiative but did not relax in the slightest. Taking advantage of the opponents' chaotic mont, they imdiately changed their formation. Those close to each other rapidly closed ranks. While abandoning so opponents, they locally ford situations of fighting few against many—two or three people against one injured person—directly eliminating the opponent within seconds.
By now, the outco was basically decided. The numbers were nineteen versus seven, and these nineteen were in perfect condition, while among the 'seven', five were injured.
The subsequent battle proceeded without any surprises. Even though the Assault Camp's individual combat power was sowhat inferior, they ultimately held a large nurical advantage and were high in morale, while their opponents were lethargic. When it finally ended, the nurical difference was fixed at fifteen to zero.
A duel that a few people had predicted but most did not expect had ended. The entire training ground was very quiet. Compared to the silent Bronze Camp side, the Assault Camp side had an excitent and agitation that could be felt without even looking.
When the Assault Camp was first established, almost no one was optimistic. Out of a ten-thousand-person team, only over sixty people signed up. The recognition rate of just under one percent reflected the degree of disapproval.
These past few days, when walking in the camp, the Assault Camp mbers were often observed with weird gazes and even provoked by so extre fighters with words.
But they endured it all. They knew that besides using results to prove their choice was correct, there was no other way.
This victory, although it couldn't prove much, could at least strengthen their confidence and encourage them to continue striving.
Ye Zhongming, however, remained very calm. The first match was originally the easiest to win. If they lost this one, there was no need to compete further; they might as well admit defeat directly.
He taught the Assault Camp trainees 'Layered Eye'. Although the training ti was brief, and the direct effect was capturing energy boundaries and level fluctuations, practicing it even a bit had an impact on them. With intent, they could now barely retract skills that weren't launched at full power. This made the opposite side's flaws obvious.
Ye Zhongming went over to check the injuries of the five who had left the field and frowned slightly.
The injuries weren't severe, but they did affect combat strength. For those who needed to participate in at least one more match, this wasn't good news.
But since he had already boasted, he could only tough it out.
He administered so dicine to a few people, allowing them to recover as much as possible.
"Using injury dicine worth dozens of Moonspan Gold as soon as he acts; this guy really is rich."
White Robe, watching this through the light screen, looked with envy. Cheng Liujin beside him, said: "As if you don't have any. Yisewei gave all her points to you. Besides the supplies exchanged for the clan, you also got quite a few good things, right?"
White Robe laughed, "Definitely not as much as Little Ye's."
"What did you notice?" Cheng Liujin asked White Robe, "The equipnt advantage we thought existed wasn't fully displayed here. So how did the Assault Camp manage to retract abilities so easily?"
White Robe thought for a mont and shook his head: "I didn't see it. I just felt that at that mont, these people gave the impression of being very gentle, detailed, and precise in their attacks."
While these two were talking, the terrain for the second match had already been decided within the training ground.
"Death Corner."
Ye Zhongming's choice of this terrain again left the Bronze Camp side extrely puzzled.
Death Corner was actually a maze terrain. Different height walls divided a square area into who knows how many sections. Moreover, these thick walls were not arranged neatly, making this terrain very irregular. But one thing was the sa: the gaps between walls, at their widest, could only fit two people side by side. It could be said that every path was a narrow channel. Once enemies t, it tested personal strength.
However, personal strength was significantly more favorable for the Bronze Camp. Why would Ye Zhongming choose a terrain that exposed their weaknesses?
This ti, several Thousand-Person Commanders felt a bit unsettled. The loss in the first match damaged their face; they absolutely could not lose this second match. They ca before the thirty people who were about to go out to war and had the First Thousand-Person Commander, Zhong Hongke, represent them in speaking.
"I feel very embarrassed!" This one sentence made the faces of those twenty from earlier feel scorching hot.
"The combat power of the people on the other side is actually pretty good. If ordinary warriors faced them and lost, it would be one thing. But your average Furelai is at least eight hundred, if not a thousand, higher than theirs, yet you lost completely. Tell , is it embarrassing or not?"
Tie Cha and the others' faces were red as if bleeding, their heads bowed so low they almost touched their chests.
"We..."
"Enough! Were you going to say you fell for a trap? Are you still qualified warriors? Do failures need reasons?"
Zhong Hongke's stern gaze swept over them, and those who wanted to explain no longer dared to speak.
"The Death Corner terrain actually tests one-on-one combat ability, reaction, and ability to sneak attack and counter sneak attacks. In theory, as long as we perform normally, we will be in a good spot. But the Order Leader is not stupid; he wouldn't choose a terrain so advantageous for us for no reason. So there must be a trick inside. Once you enter, be careful, take it seriously, don't underestimate the enemy, and exert your full effort. If you win, fine. But if you lose..."
"Don't bla
for making you cry in training!"
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