People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

Chapter 230 The game is not over yet, the host loses first

The chaotic competition scene actually became somewhat regular due to the entry of Mostima and others.

Everyone is running away.

After the first few rookie teams suffered crushing defeats at the hands of Mostima and his team, the remaining contestants realized one thing.

Invincible!

In the auditions, not only the champion can advance. As long as you rank at the top, you can advance to the subsequent rounds.

So after those teams reacted, no one chose to fight head-on, and they all started to run for their lives, holding their heads.

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

For a moment, the competition scene was like a large eagle catching chickens, with Mostima and his four companions chasing excitedly, while the rest of the teams fled for their lives.

Even the host was at a loss for words and didn't know how to explain this scene.

However, as a host with strong professional skills, he kept his eyes on all sides and soon noticed Qi Yan and the other two who were standing silently at the edge of the arena.

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

The host deliberately raised the volume so that the audience and the teams at the competition site could hear: "I can guarantee that the remaining three people are the weak points of this team!

Could it be that those three were support professions, secretly using Originium skills to bless the four teammates in front of them?"

This guess is almost a clear reminder to other contestants to kill the healer first in a team fight!

Immediately, many teams came up with an idea. While Mostima and his four companions were chasing a team, they took steps at the same time to surround Qi Yan and his three companions.

Upon seeing this, the host immediately opened his voice and passionately explained:

“It seems that a contestant finally realized the weakness of that team. They rushed forward, but the tall contestant didn’t react at all. Was he scared silly?

And the two people hiding behind the tall contestant, oh, they are running away, they actually left their companions and ran away alone, it's too much!"

Although he said it was excessive, the host's face never stopped showing excitement.

As the host, he must find enough gimmicks for the competition, otherwise the dry and one-sided crushing will only cause dissatisfaction among the audience.

And those contestants who rushed towards the Patriots were also somewhat excited.

When they saw Qi Yan and the doctor chose to escape immediately, they also thought they were running away from them.

"Everyone, come together and knock down this big guy first. I guess he is the shield guard of this team, and the remaining two are just assistants. As long as we knock down this shield guard, we will be halfway to victory!"

"The other four DPS haven't realized our decapitation operation yet. Before the four reinforcements come, we must end the battle as quickly as possible!"

"No more talking, I'm going first!"

A Kuranta man of the same race as Lin Guang, relying on his superior leg strength, rushed to the front and punched the Patriot in the chest.

He put all his strength into a punch, but just when it was halfway through, it was gently grasped by a big hand.

The Kuranta man's face changed drastically, and he felt as if his fist had hit a D32 steel plate, causing him to feel numb with pain.

He wanted to withdraw, but was horrified to find that the other party's hand, which seemed to be holding him lightly, was actually firmer than hydraulic pliers.

"Young man, you have good momentum, but lack of skills." Patriot commented, "I fought with Casimir and Silver Spear Pegasus and was shocked. You can learn a lot from their fighting skills."

"Silver...Silver Spear Pegasus?!"

The Kuranta man was stunned on the spot.

Of course he knew what the Silver Spear Pegasus was. It was the strongest combat force in their Casimir and a national defense-level force!

The patriot didn't say much. He gave a light push and the Kuranta man immediately turned into a rolling gourd and was pushed more than ten meters away.

The other contestants who rushed over felt their scalps tingling.

But the arrow was on the string and had to be shot, so they had no choice but to rush to the end, praying in their hearts that the patriots were just stronger and had no ability to fight back against the group fight.

Sadly, prayers had no effect.

The Patriot's huge palm flicked gently, constantly picking up the rushing contestants and sending them flying.

Facing people who were surrounding them from both sides and trying to launch a sneak attack, the Patriots seemed to move slowly, but they were always able to dodge all attacks at the right opportunity.

He is a soldier, and what he is best at is killing the enemy in melee.

The Patriot even used only one hand throughout the entire process to block the oncoming contestants and continuously cause casualties.

The contestants couldn't even last five minutes before their mentality exploded and they fled from the Patriots without looking back.

They would rather face Mostima and the others, so that they could at least hold out for two or three moves. It was better than being sent flying like a rag doll with just a slight poke.

The Patriot did not pursue them. He silently watched the contestants fleeing from him and chuckled:

“Young people nowadays are very energetic.”

On the podium outside the stadium, the host fell silent again.

He felt that he had encountered the biggest crisis in his career. It was clearly a fierce melee, but he had no idea how to explain it.

Ah, they went up and they went down.

Ah, they go up again, and they go down again.

Only ghosts would like this kind of explanation!

The host's eyes were a little moist.

He was very worried that after this game, he would follow in the footsteps of an anchor named Eureka and be fired by the big golden retriever Pello named Ernesto.

"That... I mean... it's too intense, this game is really... exciting!"

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

Just as he was about to throw the microphone, something strange happened again on the field.

Suddenly, a group of people rushed out from outside the stadium in the distance and rushed into the competition scene in a panic.

Behind that group of people, there was a man and two women, chasing them into the arena aggressively.

"Oh my god, there's another team that doesn't follow the rules and breaks in halfway!"

The host was shocked and placed all his hopes on these people: "Dear audience, this competition is really full of accidents. We can see that the team fleeing in front is dressed like the security team of a casino.

Those three guys in the back... Hmm? Ernesto? What is he doing?!

There are two other women who are tourists judging by their attire. Why are they chasing after a group of casino security guards? What kind of love, hatred, and grudges are involved here?"

By the end of the host's speech, his mind was a little blown and he didn't even know what he was talking about.

But for the sake of his job, he swallowed hard and started to talk nonsense:

"You can see that the woman with the scarf on her back moved very neatly. She had a sword on her but she chose not to unsheathe it. Was this confidence? Or arrogance?

Instead of using such a good weapon as decoration, you might as well buy a water gun!

Oh, another pink-haired woman is using Originium Techniques, is that sand? She turned the sand into a glass dagger, so beautiful.

But I still think the watermelon around her waist is more eye-catching. Isn't it a burden for her to fight with a watermelon hanging on her waist?

I really want to have a bite, it must be very juicy...

What on earth am I talking about?