Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

"Pure gold?!"

The doctor and others raised their voices several decibels.

Seeing Qi Yan nod affirmatively, Jie was the first to act, turning around and rushing outside.

The doctor and Ya'er followed closely behind, afraid of falling behind even a little.

Qi Yan and the others followed behind, with Qi Yan explaining the rules of this preliminary round to them:

"There are actually many forms of preliminary rounds, such as competitive eating, race walking, running, etc., but these are too bland and too tedious for us. Let's go straight to the most dangerous free-for-all preliminary round."

"The winner takes all. The only rule is that there are no rules. Whether with weapons or bare hands, whoever beats all the competitors to a pulp wins."

After Qi Yan finished explaining the competition rules, everyone successfully arrived at the preliminary round venue.

Unsurprisingly, the preliminary rounds have already begun.

Inside the arena, densely packed crowds formed their own teams and fought each other to the death.

Above this massive battle, a large number of drones hovered, broadcasting the battle live from all directions for the entire city to watch.

Shouts of battle and screams of agony rose and fell, making the scene incredibly chaotic yet incredibly exciting. The most primal struggle stimulated people's adrenaline in a simple and direct way, while the host's passionate commentary pushed the melee to one climax after another.

"So, we're just going to charge straight in like this?"

Mostima was rubbing his hands together, looking eager to try.

Ya'er's palm had already begun to gather magical light, and terrifying energy that made one's eyelids twitch was pulsating in her palm.

Qi Yan quickly raised his hand and pressed down on Ya'er's wrist, smiling wryly:

"Don't just dismiss the whole thing at once. I need to add one more thing: the champion of this Grand Prix not only needs to win the competition, but also needs to win the support of the audience."

Otherwise, if the audience collectively votes against them, the championship will be passed on to the second-place team.

Therefore, we must employ a variety of tactics and play a sufficiently exciting game.

"Wouldn't it be more spectacular to freeze everyone into ice sculptures?" Ya'er asked seriously.

"That's clearly terrifying!"

Qi Yan shook his head and instructed the others, "Control your strength. Don't actually kill someone. That would be very embarrassing, and you don't want to miss out on the pure gold trophy, do you?"

Upon hearing that it was a pure gold trophy, everyone immediately quieted down.

Seeing this, Qi Yan nodded in satisfaction and waved his hand: "Charge!"

Mostima and Zi cheered and rushed into the preliminary round venue.

Fiameta and Ya'er followed closely behind, while Qi Yan and the Doctor did nothing, obediently huddling next to Patriot, afraid that a team might suddenly jump out from somewhere and annihilate them.

Mostima and his group, who suddenly appeared, dealt with the ordinary contestants with overwhelming force, creating a gap in the chaotic scene.

Wherever the four of them went, no team could last more than ten seconds.

"What happened?"

The host stood on the high platform, staring wide-eyed at the team that had suddenly appeared: "Another team has suddenly entered the competition, which is against the rules... But this team is really strong!"

The blue-haired woman was holding a staff. Was she a warlock? No, she swung her staff and smashed it directly onto her opponent's head. My god, a melee mage!

What's wrong with that red-haired woman? She actually pulled out a gun that's half her height! That kind of weapon is dangerous... Huh? She's swinging the gun around like a fire poker! Melee marksman!

And that black-haired woman, thank goodness, at least there's a normal mage... Oh no, this team is strong, but their teamwork is terrible, and no one is protecting the fragile mage!

Huh? She just waved her hand and whipped a gust of cold wind that sent people flying? They flew so far, they flew off the field!

Oh, and there's one last menacing-looking man. I even suspect he's got several lives on his hands. He must be the strongest fighter in the group... Wait, why is he turning tail and running away after only facing three people?

Chapter 230 The match wasn't over, but the host had already lost.

The chaotic match scene surprisingly became somewhat orderly with the arrival of Mostima and others.

Everyone was running away.

After the initial few inexperienced teams suffered crushing defeats at the hands of Mostima and others, the remaining contestants realized one thing.

The preliminary rounds do not only allow the champion to advance; anyone who ranks high can advance to the later stages of the competition.

So once those teams realized what was happening, none of them chose to fight head-on; instead, they all covered their heads and began to flee for their lives.

They don't need to run faster than Mostima and the others; they just need to outrun the other teams around them!

For a moment, the competition scene resembled a giant game of tag, with Mostima's four players excitedly chasing after the enemy while the other teams desperately tried to escape.

Even the host was at a loss for words, unsure how to describe the scene.

However, as a host with excellent professional skills, he was observant and quickly noticed Qi Yan and the other two who were standing quietly at the edge of the arena.

"Over there, not everyone in that team chose to fight!"

The host deliberately raised his voice so that the audience and the teams in the competition venue could hear him: "I guarantee that the remaining three are the team's Achilles' heel!"

Could those three be support characters, secretly using Originium Arts to buff their four teammates in front?

This speculation is practically a reminder to the other participants: kill the healer first when fighting in a team!

Immediately, many teams had an idea. While Mostima and his group were chasing another team, they took steps to surround Qi Yan and his two companions.

Seeing this, the host immediately raised his voice and began an enthusiastic commentary:

"It seems that some of the contestants finally realized the team's weakness. They rushed up, and the tall-looking contestant didn't react at all. Was he scared out of his wits?"

And those two hiding behind the taller competitors—oh, they're running away! They actually abandoned their companion and ran off alone! That's outrageous!

Despite saying it was excessive, the host's excited expression never stopped.

As the host, he must find enough gimmicks to make the competition interesting; otherwise, a dry, one-sided crushing victory will only cause dissatisfaction among the audience.

The competitors who rushed towards Patriot were also quite excited.

They saw that Qi Yan and the doctor chose to run away immediately, and they also assumed that they were running away from them.

"Everyone, let's attack together and take down this big guy first. I bet he's the shield bearer for this team, and the other two are just support. If we can take down this shield bearer, we'll have won half the battle!"

"Those four enemy damage dealers haven't realized our decapitation strike yet. Before those four reinforcements arrive, end the battle as quickly as possible!"

"I'm not saying anything more, I'm going now!"

A Kuranta man of the same race as Nearl, with his exceptional speed, charged ahead and punched Patriot in the chest.

He threw a punch with all his might, but it was only halfway through when it was gently caught by a large hand.

The Kuranta man's expression changed drastically; he felt as if his fist had struck a D32 steel plate, the pain causing him to go numb.

He tried to back away, but was horrified to discover that the hand that the other person seemed to be holding lightly was actually more secure than a hydraulic clamp.

“Young man, you have good drive, but your skills are lacking,” Patriot commented. “I fought against Casimir and Silver Spear Pegasus and was shocked. You can learn a lot from their fighting techniques.”

"Silver... Silver Spear Pegasus?!"

The Kuranta man was terrified on the spot.

Of course he knew what the Silver Spear Pegasus was; it was their strongest fighting force in Kazimir, a national defense-level force!

Patriot didn't say much, and with a gentle push, the Kuranta man immediately rolled away more than ten meters.

The other contestants who rushed over felt a chill run down their spines.

But the die was cast, and they had no choice but to grit their teeth and charge to the very end, praying that the patriots were just stronger and lacked the ability to fight back against the mob.

Unfortunately, the prayers had no effect.

Patriot's enormous hand gently flicked, repeatedly sending the rushing contestants flying.

Faced with attackers coming from both sides to try and snipe, Patriot moved seemingly unhurriedly, yet always managed to dodge all attacks at the perfect moment.

He was a soldier, and his greatest skill was killing enemies in the midst of chaos.

Patriots even used only one hand to block the rushing competitors throughout the entire race, causing them to be eliminated one by one.

They couldn't even last five minutes before the contestants lost their composure and fled from Patriots' side without looking back.

They would rather face Mostima and his group, at least they could hold out for two or three moves, which was better than being easily flicked away like a rag doll.

Patriot didn't give chase, silently watching the contestants fleeing from his side, and let out a soft chuckle:

"Young people these days are very energetic."

On the high platform outside the stadium, the host fell silent once again.

He felt he was facing the biggest crisis of his career; it was a fierce battle, but he had no idea how to commentate on it.

Ah, they went up, they fell.

Ah, they went up again, and they fell down again.

No one would like this kind of commentary!

The host's eyes were a little moist.

He was worried that after this game, he would follow in the footsteps of a presenter named Eureka and be fired by that blond-haired Pero named Ernesto.

"Um... I mean... it was so intense, this match was really... amazing!"

The host held firm for a moment, then broke down on the spot.

Just as he was about to throw down the microphone, another unexpected event occurred on the field.

Suddenly, another group of people rushed out from outside the stadium in the distance, scrambling into the competition area in a disheveled state.

Behind that group were a man and two women, who aggressively chased them into the arena.

"Oh my god, another team has broken the rules and joined the fray halfway through!"

The host perked up, placing all his hopes on these people: "Dear viewers, this competition has been full of unexpected events. We can see the team fleeing ahead, dressed like a security team from a casino."

Those three people behind me… huh? Ernesto? What is he doing?!

There were also two other women, who appeared to be tourists based on their clothing. Why were they so relentlessly pursuing a group of casino security guards? What kind of love, hate, or entanglement was involved?

Towards the end, the host seemed to lose his composure and even became unclear about what he was saying.

But for the sake of his livelihood, he swallowed hard and began to spout nonsense at the top of his lungs:

"As you can see, the woman with the painted face moved cleanly and efficiently. She was carrying a sword, but she didn't choose to draw it. Was this confidence? Or arrogance?"

Why waste a perfectly good weapon on decoration? You might as well buy a water gun!

Oh, and another pink-haired woman is using Originium Arts. Is that sand? She's turned the sand into a glass dagger. It's so beautiful.

However, I still think the watermelon around her waist is more eye-catching. Isn't it cumbersome for her to fight with a watermelon hanging from her waist?

I really want to take a bite; it must be so juicy...

What am I even saying?!

Chapter 231 The Li Boli Assassin, Begins Operation!

The atmosphere in the bars of Dosoles city center was very lively.

Nowadays, bars no longer play upbeat music; everyone's attention is focused on the large monitors on the walls.

The scene depicted was from the preliminary rounds.

Is this host a comedian?

"To be honest, I was also watching that Zalak woman's watermelon around her waist. She was eating it, even the rind!"

"This year's qualifiers were the most exciting ever. The teams that suddenly appeared were so strong, and the matches were so interesting. The seemingly weak mages and archers were dealing violent damage in close combat, while the seemingly fiercest guy was actually running away while fighting."

The thing the host was worried about didn't happen; almost everyone was amused by the host's crazy commentary.

Hoshiguma even lay on the table, laughing so hard she almost fell over:

"Look at Old Chen's expression. It was quite a sight when he saw Qi Yan. He was even accidentally injured by that black-haired woman and almost froze into an ice sculpture!"

Swire rolled her eyes at Hoshiguma, whose laughter was exaggerated, while her fluffy tail swayed gently behind her.

"I didn't expect Qi Yan to be right. These two have accidentally wandered into the competition venue together. Now they have no choice but to team up."

As Hoshiguma was laughing, she suddenly noticed a message scrolling across the bottom of the monitor.

She immediately stopped laughing, stared intently at the betting information, and excitedly shook Swire: