495: Chapter 18 Late Sumr Frenzy (3)_2 495: Chapter 18 Late Sumr Frenzy (3)_2 “Soone is attacking with X!!” “Retreat, retreat!!” “Damn, even getting sared on the face, have they no sha?!”
The President and the intelligence troops had agilely dodged to the rear when the durian flew in, avoiding the most dangerous attacks.
Blood Coffee Pot Man, seeing the chaos, said moved, “Even though Cao Hong has turned into a shit man, he still steps forward to maintain order.
What will and determination!
What reason do we have to shy away?”
The bald strongman raised his hand and shouted, “President, let’s join him in battle!”
“Damn, even my sense of justice is ignited!
Cao Hong, the President is coming to help you!!”
Having said that, the President, with a coffee pot on his head and carrying two boxes of bombs, ran towards the center of the chaotic battle.
At that mont, Gongsun Ce and Qin An had just run in from the school gate and saw this chaotic scene from afar.
Holding his nose, Qin An couldn’t help but say with a mix of shock, “What on earth is going on?”
Gongsun Ce dodged a bunch of bananas and felt completely baffled, “Fruit fighting?
Who had this terrible idea?”
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“Qin Qianbai, use this!” Kardesia excitedly brought over a waterlon.
“Okay.”
With the skill of using hidden weapons, Qin Qianbai threw the waterlon, hitting a frenzied blocker squarely on the forehead.
The mber, just transford into a bone monster, was knocked unconscious by the fruit.
His teammate cried out in grief, “No!
Hu got smashed by a lon!!”
“If she has ammunition, we have so too!” A grenadier skilled in long-range attacks gritted his teeth and picked up four ears of corn, “Corn missiles, fire!!”
The four ears of corn, enhanced by a Superpower, soared out, but were stopped by a wall of fire and turned into roasted corn cobs in half a second.
Kardesia grabbed one and munched on it, mumbling unclearly, “Thanks for the supplies!”
The outdoor cafeteria had literally turned into a battlefield by then.
Arriving earlier, Qin Qianbai and Kardesia had taken the strategically tough-to-defend fruit section and launched continuous barrages with various fresh fruits and vegetables.
mbers who ca to support used plastic tables and cooking counters as cover and launched counterattacks with ready-made dishes, but to little effect.
Three guys from the Qin family hiding in a dark corner watched this intense battle with increasingly strange expressions.
“…Old Wu, what about us?”
The leader, the bald muscular Qin Wu, was conflicly for a while and said, “Children quarreling, best not to interfere…”
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Thunk!
Another waterlon exploded over the mbers’ heads, red juice splattering everywhere.
Martial Arts Faction mbers, wiping the waterlon juice off their faces, asked through gritted teeth, “Bring in the weapons?”
“Fuck your weapons!” the grenadier cursed, “Fighting this crappy war and you want to bring guns?
Have you no sha?”
“Then how do we fight?
The waterlon grenades are too powerful, we’re getting overwheld!” Martial Arts Faction mbers said in despair, covered in waterlon rind and feeling tearful.
Gritting his teeth, the grenadier made up his mind, “Bring the stinky tofu and surströmming cans.”
The Martial Arts Faction gave a thumbs up, thinking that this guy was ruthless.
Hiding behind the cooking counter, mbers of the Mutual Assistance Association gave a sinister smile and collaborated to fetch cans of stinky tofu, fernted bean curd, and Morton claims mbers’ cherished surströmming cans.
The Martial Arts Faction held their noses and opened a can of stinky tofu first—the sll of fernted food in the high heat almost knocked their own guys over.
The Martial Arts Faction retched, “Ugh!
Let’s show them what real ammunition is!”
Three seconds later, a clump of stinky tofu mixed with fernted bean curd flew over, and Qin Qianbai quickly pulled Kardesia down to dodge this unusually vicious missile.
“Those over there, do you surrender?” the grenadier shouted, “If not, don’t bla us when we open up the cans and get nasty!”
Qin Qianbai burst out scolding, “How can you fight like this!”
The grenadier burst out laughing, “Who wrecked the place first, huh?!
If you know what’s good for you, you’d stop right here—”
Before he could finish his sentence, the combatants on both sides suddenly turned their heads.
The crowd of onlookers split apart swiftly, and a short figure with brown hair, covered in strange objects, and exuding an awful sll, charged forward crazily, shouting angrily, “I won’t let you go!!!”
Kardesia turned pale, scread, “Is there even such a way to fight?
Your Mutual Assistance Association is too despicable!”
“No, what the fuck is this thing!!” the grenadier, startled, shuddered and tossed the stinky tofu he had just gripped right into the strange figure’s eyes, “Don’t co any closer!!”
The mont Cao Hong opened his mouth, a piece of stinky tofu hit him, and, already barely rational, he lost even more sanity.
His vision blurred as he roared and lunged forward.
Without a second thought, Qin Qianbai grabbed a newly-t friend and decisively said, “Retreat!”
At that mont, the blonde man who had been scared off by Cao Hong minutes earlier arrived nearby and just caught sight of the fleeing Qin Qianbai.
“You are…
the one from yesterday!”
The blonde man imdiately recalled last evening’s unfortunate encounter: after having a lavish feast with the newbie, they wandered the streets and ran into a beautiful girl.
Thinking to strike up a conversation, even if unsuccessful, to at least make a friendly connection, but the woman fought back like a demon, and their whole group was knocked down!
In the ensuing chaos, the newbie had run away in fright and had not been found since.
A day later, upon seeing his nesis again, the blonde man was so enraged that he fud, “Big bro, found her!
That damned woman is at the venue!!”
In the shadowed corner of the playground, Budman tossed aside the bruised and swollen loser he was holding, grabbed the communicator, and shouted, “Keep a tight watch, don’t let her escape!”
After speaking, the blue-haired hulk hoisted the giant hamr onto his shoulder and bellowed, “John was right, did manage to bait so fish.
Bros, follow !!”
“Ooh, ooh!”
Budman, leading a team of loyal subordinates, ran toward the center of the chaos.
They were originally at the edge of the playground but now headed toward the front of the school building, the quickest route being straight through the middle of the playground.
At this ti, the playground was buzzing, cheers and applause echoing as two teams ard with various sports equipnt pushed the basketball ga into a climax without any restrictions.
The earlier scoring phase had passed, and the ga had moved into the unexpected phase of the late ga, with players from both sides pulling out all the stunts to knock the opposing team out!
Thud Thud!
A baseball bat hit the face of the second team’s captain.
Thud Thud!
A club knocked the deputy captain of the first team out of bounds.
The spectators, with thrilled smiles, cheered, “Beat him down!” “Hit the face!” “There’s blood, good!” “Nice shot!”
The captain of the first team, wielding the teor Hamr hidden in the prosthetic of his left hand, swept three opponents out of bounds in one go.
He raised the teor Hamr and roared, “Who else!!!”
“—Bros, follow !!”
Suddenly, from the side of the playground, a powerful roar was heard, causing all spectators and players to turn their heads, only to see a team of black-clad individuals wielding various exotic weapons charging towards the field, led by a blue-haired beefcake carrying a trendous hamr, clearly a seasoned professional player!
The experienced ga host recognized the newcors instantly.
Holding the microphone tightly, he shouted with a moving tone, “Students, what do we see!
The famous ‘Wing of Death’ Budman himself leading his team in our basketball ga!!
This truly reflects the President’s purpose for this event, symbolizing our Mutual Assistance Association’s spirit of cooperation!!”
Budman was almost out of breath, cursed, “If you know what’s good—”
The host raised his hands and bellowed, “Let’s give a warm round of applause and welco the Wing of Death team to the field!!”
The surrounding Superpower Users burst into cheers, and the players who had just finished a ga also ran over waving their sports equipnt.
Seeing this scene, Budman’s bald Ranger follower was stunned and asked, “Big bro, maybe we play a ga before leaving?”
Budman’s look was as if he was about to swallow him whole, and the Ranger hastily added, “It could be good PR for the boss…”
Budman looked at the enthusiastic players and spectators ahead, then at his doubtful bunch of followers, and was so frustrated he nearly passed out, “They’re a fucking bunch of idiots!!”
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