Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
But to end in such a manner seed like a pity.
Lin Chentao watched Feng Yi as he walked to the panel of judges, prepared to speak to the person in charge.
Ka-cha!
The youngster in front of the computer pressed onto Qin Mo’s wrist the second ti.
But this ti, Bo Jiu didn’t use her other hand to release the pressure on his hand because it wasn’t allowed.
“Brother Mo, do you trust ?”
It was her voice, calm with a hint of her unique deepness, blasting through the speakers.
“Yes,” Qin Mo replied firmly, his deep gaze landing on her before turning to the hand resting on his wrist.
Bo Jiu pressed his hand, turning her gaze. “Then do as you have said, let bring up Supre Alliance’s tempo, I’ll defeat them and make Sanpang call Daddy. Don’t worry.”
The youngster spoke sincerely, her silver hair a ss. Qin Mo suddenly relaxed his wrist. “Alright.”
What did you an? Zhao Sanpang was infuriated. Who was going to call that bast*rd daddy? Little Spade was itching for a beating! He was going to make him pay!
Xiangnan dashed out.
Bo Jiu tilted her head, her silver hair drooping forward. Her face looked ravishing as she glanced in Feng Yi’s direction.
Feng Yi paused. When he caught her gaze, he chuckled. Was Little Spade telling him to stop moving?
The organizer glanced over at Feng Yi with an arched brow. “Is there sothing up with Supre Alliance?”
“No.” Feng Yi had a presentable smile on his face. Even though the judges were eyeing him weirdly, he remained firm, not prepared to give up on them.
Supre Alliance was obviously on the losing end because their finances couldn’t catch up and there was only one defense tower in the middle lane left.
There wasn’t much tempo to carry in this ga. Besides, they were up against Xiao Jing, the man who could never relax.
There was a theory in Hero. The one who controlled the wilderness would also control the ga. Hence, Xiao Jing never stopped hunting.
He wasn’t going to give Supre Alliance any chance. Thus, he stationed below the defense tower, not giving them a chance to move. He had the upper hand.
Another team battle was brewing in the middle lane. At this mont, both teams barely had any defense towers left.
Other than Xiao Jing, Luoluo, Bo Jiu, and Qin Mo, everyone else have died twice. One more death and they would be disqualified.
Hence, the three-n joint battle had to happen.
Everyone was skilled but Xiangnan was clearly more aggressive. Even though they were under the defense tower, Supre Alliance didn’t let their guard down. Moreover, they still had troops.
The audience watched with bated breath, their hands clenched tightly. Things weren’t looking good for Supre Alliance.
Sotis, instincts were accurate.
Zhao Sanpang struck with a big move, splitting Xue Yaoyao’s rain formation and successfully cutting her HP by half.
With his attack, the tank ca in to pounce on Xue Yaoyao while Beauty Luo struck her with a cannon ball.
Blood splattered in all directions as Xue Yaoyao’s screen was covered with a depressing grey color.
Supre Alliance was really going to lose. There didn’t seem to be enough ti for Bo Jiu to bring up the tempo.
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