fifth form

Chapter 2167 The Red Alliance Cannot Be Defeat

"The first match is a team-up between Chang Kongluo and Zuo Lianguang!"

"The second match is Zhou Rihui and Zhu Bufan teaming up!"

"The third match was between Changkong Yinghao and Changkong Yinglian!"

"The fourth match is a team-up between Li Qi and Zhong Rang!"

"The fifth match is a long-range match between Song Xianzhong and Wang Haoran!"

The Red Confederacy fought five consecutive games with a coordinated lineup, and played with real fire in every game.

On the Alliance Island, many people watched from afar, and no competing team dared to join in.

The international conference for discussing and resolving disputes seemed to have turned into a deathmatch, and the Red Alliance people fought at all costs.

Seeing the severely injured High Sequencers being carried off the field one after another, this kind of fighting style made many people shudder with fear.

If it was the old age sequencers who had a great spirit of sacrifice, burning their last bit of energy to clear obstacles for the Confederacy and trying to drag Montesbatton into the water, then this also included the second and third generation members of the Red Confederacy Sequence Committee.

The Red Alliance's style of play was obviously incomprehensible. Even Nagus felt puzzled. He just felt that the Red Alliance had spent a lot of money to change the order of the international conference.

Of course, if the change of order is successful, it will indeed reduce the losses in conflicts of interest in the coming decades.

But Nagus still felt it was not worth it.

As for the present, he must stand up.

After the Red Confederacy lost five games in a row, it was now the turn of the British Confederacy to take over.

This is also the highest level of sequencers that have appeared in combination after the combination of the 8th sequencer and the 7th sequencer of the Omega Alliance.

Nagus of the seventh order and Pasteur of the seventh order.

"Montesbaton, didn't you say you would come find me after you found Changkongluo? I'm here now!"

Nagus waved his hand, and Pasteur immediately stood up.

"Why, you want to fight me to the death too?" Montesbatten asked cautiously, "Do you want to kill me here?"

The purpose of international conferences is to resolve disputes and promote talent and technology exchanges. Even Montespater had never thought of fighting to this extent.

He personally beat eight of them severely, and if Li Yingbo had raised the sign a little slower, it would have been normal for him to kill people in anger.

Thinking about how these people were willing to sacrifice themselves at any cost, a shadow of Montesbatton loomed over his mind.

For the first time, he suspected that these people wanted to kill him in the fight.

But as long as the surrender and sign-raising are timely, the fight needs to stop, otherwise it will inevitably turn into a big brawl.

In other words, Montespater felt that these people had the intention to kill him, but he did not think that these people could kill him in such a situation.

He looked at the wounds all over his body. These wounds included claw wounds, concussion wounds, sword wounds, knife wounds, bruises from heavy punches, cut marks, etc., but none of the wounds were fatal. Even Changkong Luo's hidden skill only caused him minor injuries, which led to decreased vision and hearing.

Montespaton feels that he should be able to recover after just one month of adjustment and rest.

He raised his eyes slightly and looked at Nagus, who was nearly two meters tall, and his eyes inadvertently swept across Nagus's one-meter-two heavy sword.

Montespater had to say that Nagus was a man who was very good at picking up bargains.

This was the opponent that Montesbatton had chosen earlier. He also popped up at this time and used what he had said before to provoke him.

"I'll fight!"

From a distance, Montes Clark jumped lightly and was about to go on the court as a substitute, which made Montes Patton shake his head.

The Nags have all sorts of unpleasant personalities, but the Nags are real powerhouses, and Montez Clark will lose if he plays.

If Nagus fights to the death like the Red Alliance, the probability of Montes Clark being seriously injured will be extremely high, and Nagus and Pasteur will inevitably collide with him again. This is not an opponent that Montes Clark can deal with, and it is also an opponent that he must weaken to make it difficult for him to play again.

"Since you want to take advantage of this, I will grant your wish. Let's start the battle after this round of rest!"

Montesbatton glanced at the Red Alliance seat, then looked at the British Alliance seat, and he couldn't help but take a deep breath.

When he stretched out his hand to grab something in the distance, a long silver stick flew towards him from afar.

This silver stick is made of solid metal, but the outer shell is an insulating coating coated with essential oil, making it so slippery that it is difficult to grasp.

This is the weapon that Montesbatten used to defeat Chimon Hagrid, and it is also a weapon he rarely uses.

At this time, he was physically injured and his physical strength was greatly reduced. Facing a thug like Nagus, Montesbaton was undoubtedly cautious.

But this was a battle he had to participate in, otherwise Nagus would replicate his sweep of several games and even specifically target the Omega Alliance.

“It all depends on you!”

Nagus played against Montespater as expected.

But this is the situation that was created by stacking ten top sequencers from the Red Alliance.

Under normal circumstances, no one would dare to do something so recklessly, and no one would cooperate, but it just so happened that everyone was stuck at a certain point and had to cooperate.

This is a competition involving many factors.

Changing the order of the international conference was only one of Ren Yisheng's goals. Many sequencers almost treated Montesbatton as a ferocious beast, which made many people use all their hands and feet to show their power.

And now, this has begun to test everyone's recovery ability.

In the wooden house, the wounded were constantly being accommodated, and medical staff were coming in and out.

Ren Yisheng glanced at the many people lying there wailing, then looked at Zhang Xuezhou and Ren Anran in the room.

If the body can hold on, Zhang Xuezhou will treat him. If the body can't hold on, he will need to rely on Ren Anran for small-scale treatment and continuous replenishment of the nutrients needed by the body.

For this competition, the Red Alliance had made sufficient logistical arrangements, involving a large number of various injectable and oral nutritional drugs.

He whispered to Zhang Xuezhou and others, only to see that Zhang Xuezhou had already found Chang Kongluo, who was in moderate condition but had high sequence strength.

While Zhang Xuezhou was muttering prayers to the god Tur, purple light from his hand fell like rain. Ren Anran also performed a sacrificial dance, and then began to recover Zhou Rihui's injuries.

"Is this God Tur from the Thousand Islands really powerful?"

Chang Kongluo curled up his body, his back felt like a red-hot shrimp, and the pain on his face quickly subsided after Zhang Xuezhou's surgery.

It wasn't just pain relief, he just felt the injuries in his body were healing quickly.

At the same time, the feeling of thirst and fatigue in his mouth quickly surged into his heart.

This made Chang Kongluo obey the instructions and quickly grabbed a bottle of nutritional medicine and gulped it down.

The feeling of emptiness in his body still surged into his heart, and he gave himself an injection extremely quickly, relying on even faster injections to replenish the feeling of emptiness in his body.

When all the bad feelings gradually subsided, Chang Kongluo couldn't help but touch his chest and abdomen where he was kicked by Montesbatton, but he felt no pain at all.

"Of course I can. I've been healed by the god Tur several times, and I'm in great shape!"

Changkongluo finds it difficult to bear the aftereffects of healing, but Zhou Rihui is in good health and there is no problem.

He slowly drank a mouthful of nutritional medicine, then touched his ear that had been cut by Pei Jing before. A familiar good feeling surged into his heart, and he felt extremely satisfied.

With the blessing of the god Tur, the Red Alliance cannot be defeated.

(End of this chapter)