Joseph that confident?
Mike looked at Joseph with surprise.
[Calculating win rate…]
[100%!]
The Eye of Truth actually gave such a high win rate!
Mike was still uneasy. Whose 100% win rate was it referring to?
[Thor’s probability of defeating Joseph: 100%!]
That was reassuring.
Although Joseph hadn’t revealed his secret trump card, Mike felt relieved.
While they were chatting, the Chief tier tournament was about to begin.
The first match was a siege battle.
The Nightmare corps had to defend a strategic point, while the Guardian Shadow had to infiltrate it within a specified time.
There were two ways for the Guardian Shadow to win:
First, wipe out all fifty Chiefs of the Nightmare corps.
Second, infiltrate the strategic point within the time limit and hold it for ten minutes. Either condition, once met, would secure victory.
The tournament grounds instantly expanded by more than a hundredfold, with various terrains added. The Chief members from both sides entered the field, ready for battle. “Begin!”
As the bell rang, a black shadow darted out.
The former Shadow Seven, Witty Wombat, charged straight into the enemy lines with a short blade in hand!
Not only the Nightmare corps, but even the Chief members of the Guardian Shadow were dumbfounded.
They had heard clearly that Witty Wombat had shouted “I’m going to assassinate them!” as she charged.
You call charging head-on assassination?
Before the Chiefs of the Guardian Shadow could react, several Chiefs of the Nightmare corps had already fallen victim to the ‘assassination’.
Wielding a short blade, Witty Wombat struck with precision-each swing, a Chief fell!
By the time the main force of the Guardian Shadow arrived at the battlefield, more than half of the enemy had been killed or injured.
Witty Wombat charged into the strategic point unimpeded.
After breaking through the enemy lines, she didn’t even bother defending the strategic point, instead, she turned around and continued to hunt down the remaining Chiefs of the Nightmare corps.
Soon, the Chiefs hiding in various corners were found and killed one by one.
Fifty elite Chiefs of the Nightmare corps were neatly resurrected at the respawn point.
The first tournament match was over before it even began.
Witty Wombat, terrifying indeed.
Her dazzling performance energized those who were qualified to watch the tournament. It was a complete domination!
She was a nine-star Lord herself, now downgraded to participate in the Chief tier battle, it was too easy for her to dominate.
Many experts who knew Violet weren’t surprised.
“As expected of the one known as the closest to a potential Supreme Being.”
“After Maxen, it’s her.”
“It’s a pity that Shadow Nine pulled her into the Guardian Shadow early on, otherwise…”
Violet was good at everything, except for her intelligence.
Don’t underestimate Maxen, when it came to the battlefield, he knew how to play dirty when necessary.
Violet’s problem wasn’t just her intelligence.
If she was still alive, she would have probably self-destructed during the last Abyssal war, even a hundred lives wouldn’t be enough for her to waste.
The quick victory in the first match surprised many.
The Chiefs who could enter the Nightmare corps were all elites, carefully selected from thousands, yet they were so easily crushed.
Soon, both sides regrouped, and the second tournament match began!
This time, they switched sides.
Witty Wombat, who was originally on the defending side, predictably charged out of the defensive position and attacked the Nightmare corps.
However, this time, the Chiefs of the Nightmare corps formed a battle formation, learning from their previous experience, and didn’t fight her one-on-one.
Since it was a team battle, what was the point of a duel?
Bang-
Less than five minutes into the battle, a firework exploded in the Nightmare corps’ formation, instantly causing heavy casualties.
Charging into the formation and self-destructing, Witty Wombat single-handedly eliminated thirty-two Chiefs of the Nightmare corps, leaving the remaining eighteen injured!
The heavily wounded Nightmare corps had no strength to resist and were easily defeated by
the other Chiefs of the Guardian Shadow who arrived.
The Guardian Shadow won again, the score now 2:0!
Seeing Violet’s ‘outstanding’ performance, everyone exclaimed, “Witty Wombat, she’s
absolutely insane.”
Mike, who was supervising the battle from the sidelines, suddenly understood why Shadow Nine had tricked Violet into staying in the Guardian Shadow and had even left her to guard the
Forest of Truth.
This girl was a real hothead, she really dared to self-destruct!
Violet had learned a valuable lesson from her last self-destruction:
“If you choose to self-destruct, you must kill the enemy!”
Her thought process was different from normal people… Who would think about self-destructing all the time?!
But she had put all her skill points into self-destruction.
After losing two matches in a row, the Nightmare corps couldn’t sit still and immediately
requested a substitution.
“What’s the point of substituting?” Kaelum muttered.
“At the Chief tier, individual strength is particularly important. Numbers only matter when
the quality is comparable.”
In the previous two matches, Witty Wombat hadn’t used any tactical coordination.
She just charged ahead, and the rest of the Guardian Shadow just had to clean up the leftovers!
Only potential Supreme Beings, or those at the level of Maxen or Calderon, could restrain
Violet!
And there was clearly no one like that on Nightmare corps’ roster.
If the Nightmare corps lost the third match, it would be truly embarrassing.
Facing Kaelum’s worries, Joseph smiled calmly, “Don’t worry, everything is under control.”
The Nightmare corps actually had a way to deal with Witty Wombat?
Mike wasn’t surprised.
After all, it wasn’t a secret that Violet would be participating in the Chief tier.
It was reasonable for the Nightmare corps to have prepared countermeasures in advance.
Mike was just curious, how was the Nightmare corps going to do it?
“We’ll see.”
Joseph pointed to the field, he was unusually confident today!
Looking at the experts from the Nightmare corps on the field, Mike was surprised to find a
familiar face.
“Huh, why is Blaze here too?”
…
Inside the tournament grounds.
Fifty peak Chiefs entered the field, all at level 899, from various corps, handpicked by the
Nightmare corps.
A voice rang out, “Everyone, you all know the mission, right?”
Blaze Morrow, who was chatting with his teammates, was taken aback.
Mission?
What mission?
Wasn’t he here to help the Nightmare corps participate in the tournament?
“Yes!”
Hearing the responses from others, Blaze Morrow nodded along, although he had no idea
what was going on.
The moment the match bell rang, Blaze Morrow felt the peak Chiefs around him unleash their
strongest auras!
He followed suit and raised his own aura to its peak! freewebnσvel.cm
Was it that simple?
Just as Blaze was wondering, the peak Chief at the front of the line broke through!
Beams of light lit up one after another, Chiefs instantly transforming into Lords!
These level 899 peak Chiefs instantly became level 900 Lords!
Although it was a Chief tier battle,
But gaining some insights during the tournament and breaking through to Lord, that was
reasonable, right?
After all, in a life-or-death battle, if you could break through to win, no one could find fault
with it!
This was the trump card the Nightmare corps had prepared in advance.
But the problem was… Forty-nine beams of light lit up, forty-nine people broke through to Lord.
The remaining Chief, who stood out like a sore thumb, became the sole focus of attention.
Blaze Morrow tried his best, but he couldn’t break through that final barrier!
“No-”
Blaze screamed internally.
He couldn’t level up!