A man among dragons, building a mysterious ancient church.

Chapter 190 Teammates Under Pressure, Teammates Who Breathe on Each Other, Teammates Who Backstab Each Other
Compared to Caesar's side, Chen Motong's battle seemed much easier and more enjoyable.

With Zhou Minhao, the "mole," helping him, Zhao Xuzhen felt uncomfortable no matter how he fought, and became more and more frustrated.

Let's use the Dream Eater, because Zhou Minhao, that screaming lunatic, is causing trouble.
Without the Dream Eater, either Zhou Minhao would block his attack, or Su Xi would hide behind him and snipe him at the right time.

Yes, he snipes on time, like a robot. I don't know how Kassel trained his snipers. They developed bad habits. Every five seconds, a sniper bullet is fired, either at him or at Zhou Minhao.

Both of them had developed a muscle reaction that allowed them to silently count to four in their minds, and every five seconds they would stop attacking and either defend or dodge.

Frustrated and increasingly annoyed, Zhao Xuzhen snapped, "I'm leaving it to you. I'm going to find a sniper!"

Zhao Xuzhen was fed up with working with the loud and boisterous Zhou Minhao. Rather than cooperating, he preferred to act alone.

How could Zhou Minhao let him leave?

"Don't be stupid! While you're on your way to find the sniper, I'll be under constant sniping! If I'm eliminated, won't you be caught in the crossfire too?"

Chen Motong couldn't let Zhao Xuzhen bother Su Qian, so she forced Zhou Minhao aside with a baseball bat and went straight for Zhao Xuzhen, saying, "Hey, hey, hey, don't do that, don't look down on me!"

Awesome! This is Chen Motong's true feeling. After being cooped up in the psychotherapy room for more than half a year, she has been quietly exerting influence and gently guiding others.

Although this is quite nice and satisfies her inner lack of security, she, who is known as the 'Red-Haired Shrine Maiden' by her classmates, sometimes craves such exhilarating battles!
This urge becomes even more frequent, especially after the magic potion improves physical fitness and allows dragon scales to grow at Sequence 6.

As a psychologist, one must effectively address one's own psychological problems. Therefore, Chen Motong's participation in the competition is primarily aimed at releasing inner tension.

The baseball bat was swung with great force, smashing down on Zhao Xuzhen. Coupled with Zhou Minhao's demands, Zhao Xuzhen was so frustrated that he almost vomited blood!

Zhao Xuzhen caught Chen Motong's blow with his broadsword, and glared at Zhou Minhao angrily: "Then what do you suggest we do?!"

Anger can spread unnoticed, and emotions can be subtly guided by others. This kind of psychological suggestion is even harder to detect than the power of words or the power of dreams.

Compared to the straightforward and dreamlike power of the Word of Power, the hypnotist's psychological suggestion is even more cunning and unpredictable.

Under Chen Motong's guidance, Zhao Xuzhen began to put pressure on his teammates by breathing on Zhou Minhao.

"Just win, that's all! Stop arguing!" Zhou Minhao didn't tolerate Zhao Xuzhen's behavior and continued to swing his fiery fist at Chen Motong.

Completely disregarding the fact that Zhao Xuzhen was right next to them, they scalded Zhao Xuzhen until his face turned bright red, the kind of red that comes from a burn.

There was even a slight burnt smell!

That was the smell of Zhao Xuzhen's tiny, protruding nose hairs being burned.

Zhao Xuzhen's face burned with embarrassment, causing him to completely break down and disregard years of education from the Solomon Temple, blurting out a curse: "Fuck!"

"Without you, I can win more easily!"

With a flick of his wrist, the broadsword slashed directly at Zhou Minhao's back.

Unable to tolerate it any longer, Zhao Xuzhen ultimately chose to betray his teammate!

Zhao Xuzhen was filled with resentment. He thought Zhou Minhao was useless. Rather than letting this person hold him back and block his path of attack, it would be better to eliminate Zhou Minhao!
Compared to doubles, Zhao Xuzhen is confident that he has a better chance of winning against Chen Motong and Su Qian when playing alone!

Zhou Minhao clearly hadn't expected Zhao Xuzhen to betray him, and before he could react, the broadsword was already close to his back.

The two badges automatically activated two barriers, which shattered into countless fragments of light.

In the moment when Zhao Xuzhen was overcome with emotion, the sniper bullet transcended the mechanical rigidity, firing one shot every five seconds.

As the broadsword pierced Zhou Minhao's barrier from behind, it simultaneously shattered Zhao Xuzhen's barrier, eliminating both of them.

Zhao Xuzhen and Zhou Minhao, two candidates from different backgrounds and who were given high hopes, were thus eliminated.

Chen Motong remained calm, having anticipated this scene. Her continuous psychological suggestion had not been in vain; Su Qian seized the opportunity very accurately.

It's unclear whether it was Susie's own skill or an opportunity she seized after accidentally seeing a glimpse of the future.

Not to mention Zhao Xuzhen and Zhou Minhao, the other mixed-race individuals from Kassel College who were watching the competition outside were all dumbfounded.

Who could have imagined such a dramatic ending?

"No way, what's going on? Can this even happen? Is Zhao Xuzhen a lunatic? We agreed to be allies, and now he's betraying his allies?"

"What did you say?! It's not that your Zhou family has problems? That they're affecting Zhao Xuzhen's fight in various ways? Zhao Xuzhen is right, he can actually win more easily by himself."

"Have you no shame? You think you can justify betraying your allies?"

"Who are you calling shameless?!" The Zhou family of Xiangyang and the Solomon Temple Society were like two groups of fans after a match, exchanging barbs back and forth, making quite a scene.

The students of Kassel, half-breeds of the Snake Clan, suddenly found themselves in a new and exciting situation.

Backstabbing on the field, fighting off the field—we've had our fill of gossip.

What the hell?! What the hell?! Lu Mingfei, who had been closely watching his two senior sisters' battle, panicked. He was still here!

On the left were members of the Zhou family, and on the right were the remaining knights of the Solomon Temple. The two groups pushed and shoved each other, and started arguing.

The atmosphere was clearly tense, with several members of the Zhou family and a few knights even brandishing their weapons, clearly intending to provoke a fight.

Lu Mingfei was caught in the middle of the two groups of people, feeling conflicted. Couldn't he leave first before arguing?
Please don't let a fight break out, otherwise he will inevitably be caught in the crossfire.

Sensing danger, Lu Mingfei quickly bent down and squeezed out of the crowd: "Brother, brother, excuse me, I'm sorry, I'm just passing by. I'm not from the Zhou family, nor am I from the Temple Society. Excuse me, excuse me."

After finally managing to break free from the encirclement of the two groups, Lu Mingfei let out a long sigh.

Although Zhao Xuzhen and Zhou Minhao's loss in the competition was a bit ridiculous, Lu Mingfei was still happy for his two senior sisters.

"Now, I need to go see my senior brothers."

Lu Mingfei's senior brothers weren't as lucky as his senior sisters. Caesar's right hand was split in two, half of his palm was stained red, and even Dick Tudor couldn't hold it steady. The Desert Eagle had flown away and no one knew where it was.

Fingel was in a tough spot; he no longer had enough materials to set up the alchemical array and couldn't unleash the counterfeit Word of Power. He could only laugh awkwardly from behind.

Yuan Zhisheng was in very good condition. Apart from a few holes in his clothes and some burn marks, he was almost completely unharmed.

He held the spider-slicer firmly in his hand: "Let's stop here."

As Genjiro predicted, he used his physical advantage as a royal-level hybrid to exhaust all of his opponent's means and win directly.

Caesar's face was very ugly. He could accept losing to Chu Zihang through some tricks and schemes, but losing to Genjiro head-on was very unpleasant.

That means he was crushed.

Strength, speed, endurance—he is inferior to others in everything.

How could the proud Caesar possibly admit that he was completely inferior to others? How could he accept the humiliation of being completely suppressed by Genjiro?

If only we could be stronger...

"Hmm?" Genji no longer looked at Caesar and Fingel. His gaze passed over the two and continued to look down, where he saw Chu Zihang, whom Han Gao had marked as his number one enemy.

He is widely recognized as the strongest mixed-race student in Kassel.

Ignoring the pain, Caesar clenched his blood-stained fists. What did Genjiro mean? Did he look down on him?

Fingel, on the other hand, acted as if he had been rescued: "Chu Zihang, come and help!"

Chu Zihang came over to check because he noticed the commotion was too big. After a quick glance, he roughly understood the situation.

Fingel must have used some random incantations to make the battlefield look like this. As for Caesar, was he really suppressed so badly by the opponent?
Having spent a lot of time with Caesar, Chu Zihang could tell whether Caesar was happy or unhappy just by looking at Caesar's little expressions.

"Chu Zihang?" Yuan Zhisheng turned halfway around to face Chu Zihang, raising his sword to ask.

Chu Zihang strolled forward, nodded indifferently, and asked the same question: "Yuan Zhisheng? The principal told us about you, saying you were an outstanding graduate of Kassel."

Your sister also told us about you, a royal-level hybrid, a little monster, Chu Zihang added in his mind.

"Principal Angers, you flatter me." After greeting him, Genjiro started with the Kagami-meike-ryu sword technique, intending to test the mettle of this currently strongest student in Kassel.

Chu Zihang's Murasame swordsmanship parried the attack firmly, and in return, retaliated.
With maximum speed and force, he slashed at the Spider Cutter, the immense force causing Genji to stagger back a step.

With a single slash, he bewildered Yuan Zhisheng: "What kind of swordsmanship is this...?"

"Children's Palace Kendo Class".

"???" Genji was completely confused.

"???" Caesar questioned his existence.

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