Two arrows in the chest, which were yellow, and one on the helmet was a little off because of Ford's knee-jerk dodge, and it didn't work.

But the strong momentum still made his head buzz, and he lost his vision for a moment.

Chuck in the distance turned slightly sideways, dodging a weak arrow from Edmund, the archer opposite.

His final shot was not meant to score points, but to interfere and temporarily disable Ford's ability to resist.

Bruce and Randall, who had been doing nothing, finally waited for the signal they wanted, and then rushed out of the cover of the shield and surrounded Ford on the left and right.

Phelps, on the other hand, gave up cover for Boris and took a step across the gaps between Ford and Dean to stop Dean's rescue.

Poor Ford was suddenly encircled, isolated.

After a few breaths, there were a few crisp or dull thuds, and a green glow appeared on his chest, arms, and thighs.

Less than two minutes after the battle began, the first victim was born quickly.

The audience present was in an uproar, although they knew that the team from the border city had the Awakened to fight, they would always hold a little luck, hoping to see the children of the imperial capital can fight a hearty battle.

But the five teenagers of the Green Tree Vine Academy are like precisely tuned machines, with tacit understanding and smooth tactics, and their hopes are knocked to dust in the blink of an eye.

The huge arena was silent, as if a forbidden spell had been cast, but after a few seconds, thunderous applause and cheers erupted in gratitude to the five teenagers for bringing them such a wonderful game.

This tactic looks familiar, and it is an upgraded version of the battle that Philip and Boris have been practicing for a long time, and this is the first time that it has been shown in the eyes of the world.

The most miserable person on the field now is not Ford, who was forced to leave the field, but Edmund, the archer from Louis College.

He doesn't have the talent for archery like Chuck, and can shoot arrows so accurately and quickly from a long distance with a longbow.

He could only use a standard bow with a shorter range, but it was nimble, convenient, and powerful.

Unfortunately, the distance between the two archers was more than 150 meters, and by the time his arrows reached Chuck, they were already weak and their speed had plummeted.

As the only force that involved Chuck on his side, he could only choose to push forward, close to the battle formation in the middle circle, and shorten the range.

Edmund was the sixth in the archery competition, and it was clear to him that the top three finishers in the archery competition were all the best of the ages in this ancient class, each with their own unique skills.

Especially Chuck on the other side, in fact, Edmund himself thinks that if it weren't for the too wet weather that day, this opponent would definitely be a well-deserved candidate for first place.

But as a future professional soldier, he is still a little unconvinced, hoping to win in a head-to-head duel, or at least play his own style.

But the reality is cruel, and within minutes of the opening scene, he has been completely reduced to a supporting role.

As you run close to the center circle, you have to watch out for the heavy arrows that come from time to time, and you have to watch as your opponent picks and chooses at their opponents, making their armor tinkle and unable to fully engage in the game.

Bruce and Randle, after eliminating Ford, decisively split their forces.

Randall stood on Boris's right side, using the gap he opened with each savage charge to bang and pound on Jaden and McGee's limbs.

Bruce, on the other hand, joins up with Phelps, sandwiching Dean in the middle.

For a while, the Louis Academy, which was weak and lost one person first, fell into passivity throughout the field.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that with the passage of time, this game has been won and lost, just to see how much the Green Tree Vine Academy is willing to spend.

As the only civilian cadet in the team, Phelps has solid basic skills and a calm personality.

In the team's competition, he is slightly inferior to Wesley's strength, so he cherishes this hard-won opportunity to perform even more.

No matter how realistic the opponent's feints are, he will play steadily and steadily, and he will not be willing to rush into the position easily, giving the opponent an opportunity.

Bruce was armed with a two-handed broadsword, which was slightly lighter than the giant axe he was used to, and was not particularly handy.

But months of assault training still made the broadsword dance in his hand like a flying butterfly.

Dean's great axe slashed at the shield with a dull thud that sent Horps back.

Phelps frowned, and secretly said that this player's strength was so great that even Bruce's full force blow would only make him take half a step back.

Bruce took a decisive step forward, taking advantage of Dean's shift in center of gravity to leap within a foot of him to his left.

The broadsword drooped and slashed diagonally from the bottom up, giving Horps a chance to unleash a savage charge as long as his opponent blocked.

At that time, Dean, who was moving his center of gravity upward, would inevitably be knocked out.

Even if he insists on not falling, he will be given the opportunity to perform a jump split.

As he expected, Dean's figure fell backwards, staggering under his feet, and the giant axe in his hand swung wildly, as if he was about to fall.

Bruce didn't hesitate, ran two steps, kicked his legs the ground, leaving two deep footprints, and his huge body jumped nearly a meter high.

The heavy armor seemed to have no weight on him, and the lion-like bruce let out a deafening roar from his mouth, and from mid-air, he concentrated the strength of his whole body on the broadsword in his hand and slashed straight down.

If the sword is solid, it can declare Dean out of the game early, because neither Phelps nor Chuck will let this golden opportunity go to waste.

"Oh no! Bruce was too aggressive. Philip, who was watching from the sidelines, stood up suddenly, and a strong sense of uneasiness swept through his body.

He didn't know why, maybe it was because the other party's stumbling movements were a little contrived, or maybe it was the keen intuition brought by natural ability.

Holps also felt that there was something wrong with the power coming from the shield, compared to the opponent's previous performance, this collision didn't seem to be eaten by the opponent, and there was always a sense of light emptiness.

Sure enough, Philip's hunch was fulfilled.

Dean only took two steps back, and was in Bruce's sight, incredibly regaining his center of gravity.

At the same time, as if he had expected Bruce's movements, his body twisted slightly, avoiding the front of the broadsword, and the giant axe in his hand swept sideways towards Bruce's chest in a strange arc.

Bruce also felt a little wrong, the other party felt too calm, too calm, and a steady momentum like a mountain.

This momentum has only been felt before in Boris and Philip.

He's the Awakened!

Bruce's entire body was in mid-air, and he concentrated all his strength, which meant that he couldn't make dodging movements flexibly.

His broadsword slashed at the head of Dean's shoulder armor, leaving a clear sword mark, but at the same time, the opponent's great axe also made a whining sound and turned into a black shadow, slashing at his chest.

Although in a hurry, he had deflected his body as much as possible, but the vacancy was too obvious, as Philip said, too lightly attacked, so that it left a huge flaw.

Bruce only felt a sharp pain in his chest and abdomen, a hot current welling up, a sweet throat, and bright red blood sprayed out, which was blocked by the mask and splashed out only through the gaps.

He was smashed out of the air and fell to the ground with a bang, and before he could finish his remaining momentum, he rolled twice before stopping.

Bruce vaguely seemed to hear his cousin's exclamation, and then his eyes went dark and he fainted.

"He's the Awakened!"

The same thoughts came to the minds of Philip, Boris, Tarron, and countless other referees and spectators who were watching the game.

Taryn ran to the referee's theory, and Philip ran to the center of the field as soon as possible, but was stopped by the referee on the sidelines.

Phelps was aware of this, too, and when he saw Dean rushing towards Bruce again, he hurriedly waved his shield in front of him.

Dean in the helmet smiled contemptuously, and with a swing of the giant axe, he knocked Horps back a few meters away, and he no longer needed to hide his strength.

When he raised the giant axe again and slashed down, he only heard two "bells", and two black shadows shot into his helmet in no particular order, making him stunning.

It was a rescue from Chuck.

The rescue was timely, effectively slowing Dean's speed, and Boris, who arrived a step late, shook off the two opposing team members and firmly blocked in front of him, an angry glare in his eyes under the mask.

On the sidelines, Philip's head was buzzing, as if there were countless voices shouting in his ears, including Grandpa Brad, Uncle Francis, Aunt Stephanie, Grandma, Dad and Mom, and Auntie.

They seemed to be questioning why he hadn't taken good care of his cousin.

His eyes were very good, even at this distance, he could still clearly see Bruce lying to the ground, as if he had lost consciousness, only the mouth and nose of the helmet, bleeding bright red blood, which suddenly made his eyes blood-red.

Looking at Philip's cannibalistic eyes, the referee stopped in front of him and said: "The game is not over yet, breaking in at this time means that you have given up the game, are you sure you want to do this?"

"He's an unregistered Awakened One, this has violated the rules of the game, you must stop the game immediately, it's important to save people. Philip even drew his broadsword and shouted as he rushed towards his brother.

The referee was unmoved, but still stopped in front of him, such a scene happens from time to time in every game.

He still said indifferently: "You can complain to the referee and the organizing committee, and we will conduct a detailed investigation." But for now, you can't interfere with the normal flow of the game unless you are sure to throw in the towel and forfeit the game. ”

Just when the two sides were arguing and Philip was about to force his way in, Taryn came here with a blue face, accompanied by the referee of the game, and an official in his forties.