Chapter 113: The Whole Team in Adversity

The two were only three or four meters apart when Jiang Kai flung out his seventh Nine Tribulations.

Xu Tianxiang's body spun in midair, and the flying dagger brushed right past his side.

Seeing this, the audience erupted in gasps.

"Has anyone ever dodged Jiang Kai's knives before?"

"You're underestimating him—that's Xu Tianxiang! They say his base agility is over 300!"

"Base agility of 300? Are you insane? If you add equipment bonuses, wouldn't that go up to 350?"

Even within the same class, different talents could lead to vastly different strengths.

As a Martial Disciple, Yuan Zhu's talent allowed for various developmental paths. From Xu Tianxiang's displayed abilities, his talent seemed to focus heavily on boosting agility.

Xu Tianxiang wielded two short blades. As he spun to dodge Nine Tribulations, he used that momentum to close the distance with Jiang Kai, slashing down.

"Whirlwind Slash!"

Jiang Kai's eyes widened. His Ghost Eye had already seen the hidden killing move.

It seemed like Xu Tianxiang was making a simple strike, but his other hand was clearly charging up. This Whirlwind Slash was definitely more than a single attack.

But just because he saw it didn't mean he could dodge it.

Jiang Kai's agility was only 182—less than half of Xu Tianxiang's.

Xu Tianxiang's sudden assault left Jiang Kai with no time to finish off the opponent that Yuan Zhu had knocked back. Meanwhile, Yuan Zhu was aggressively attacking his own enemy.

As his greatsword slammed toward the opponent's shield, the man's body suddenly swelled, and he swiftly retreated.

During attacks, Yuan Zhu used his Freestyle Warrior talent to transfer 70% of his stats into strength. At this moment, his agility was at its weakest, and he could only watch as the enemy dodged.

"RUNNING?", Yuan Zhu growled and immediately shifted his stats to agility.

But at that very moment, the opponent suddenly launched a fierce counterattack.

"You? The so-called Number One War God? Die like the trash you are," the man sneered. As he moved his shield aside, a long blade appeared in his hand, slashing straight at Yuan Zhu's chest.

Yuan Zhu abandoned agility, shifting everything into strength to block the attack.

After successfully blocking, he intended to counterattack, but the opponent had already pulled away…

Yuan Zhu roared in frustration, "Coward! Dare to face me head-on?"

"Face you head-on?" The opponent sneered from a distance, "You still don't understand what a life-or-death battle means!"

"The winner lives, the loser dies. On the battlefield, victory is all that matters—any means necessary."

"You've got some fancy stat-transfer talent, sure. But why should I fight on your terms, where you have the advantage?"

Yuan Zhu was momentarily stunned. He didn't fully grasp what the guy was saying… Probably because he was in a state of cognitive dissonance.

"Enough nonsense! Take my SWORD!", he yelled and charged again.

However, the enemy kept avoiding a direct confrontation. When Yuan Zhu advanced, the opponent retreated. When Yuan Zhu pulled back, the opponent pressed forward. The back-and-forth game was driving him crazy.

"Number One War God? You're just a joke! I'm playing you like a monkey."

Meanwhile, Ruan Yu was dashing toward his "beauty."

"That waist, that chest, those long legs! I love it!"

The muscular male Martial Disciple glared, his eyes burning with fury. A self-respecting warrior like him, getting catcalled by a drunkard?

"You disgusting scum! Die!", The man thrust his spear toward Ruan Yu's thigh.

Without Jiang Kai's support, the outcome was inevitable—the spear went straight through Ruan Yu's leg.

"A drunkard will always be a drunkard. The most worthless class! Just like your class, you're nothing but a useless pile of trash!" the man cackled.

Elsewhere, two members of Falcon Squad had reached Hu Yan and Nuannuan.

"What miracle did Fire God Squad supposedly create? Looks to me like you've just been fooling everyone!", one of them sneered.

"A drunkard obsessed with lust, a Martial Disciple who doesn't even know who he is, a fraud, and a healer with no combat ability. And you think you can fight Falcon Squad?"

"Especially you two—you're completely useless."

"Let's see if your captain can still save you now."

With that, the two warriors rushed toward Hu Yan and Nuannuan.

In just moments, Falcon Squad had gone from a solid defensive team to splitting into five groups, each taking on their chosen opponents.

Across all battlefields, Falcon Squad was being completely suppressed.

To make things worse, their trump card—Jiang Kai's Chasing Nine Tribulations—had only two daggers left. Even though one of them was the devastating God of Hell's Decree, Jiang Kai could only use it to kill a single target. But right now, the entire team was in crisis.

Tiger Fang's Chen Yueling narrowed her eyes, "So this is Falcon Squad? Every single one of them is strong."

Hua Ziyan nodded, "The key is, through countless battles, they've learned to overcome fear. Even after seeing previous mistakes, their attacks remain sharp and relentless."

Li Biao added, "And their tactics. Before the match, they thoroughly analyzed Fire God Squad's strengths. They knew Jiang Kai alone wasn't enough to carry the team, and Xu Tianxiang had just the right skillset to suppress him. So they went with a full-team suppression strategy, leaving Jiang Kai with no good choices."

"He has one last Nine Tribulations dagger. One last card. Even if Fire God Squad wins this match, Jiang Kai won't make it past the quarter-finals."

"More importantly, from the looks of it, they might not even win this match."

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Xu Tianxiang let out a wild laugh, "Jiang Kai, your whole team is finished!"

The Whirlwind Slash was upon him. Jiang Kai had no choice but to activate Gambler's Time, hurling his final Nine Tribulations dagger.

Faced with Nine Tribulations, Xu Tianxiang didn't dare be reckless. He forcibly halted his attack, giving Jiang Kai the chance to retreat.

Upon landing, Xu Tianxiang wasn't angry—he even smiled, "Now, you only have one last trump card left."

"Who are you going to save with it? Oh, that's right—it doesn't matter who. Because once you've used it, Fire God Squad is doomed!"

Jiang Kai narrowed his eyes. So that's what Xu Tianxiang was doing—baiting him into wasting more of his Nine Tribulations daggers.

Fire God Squad was already at a complete disadvantage. And Jiang Kai had only one card left.

Suddenly, Jiang Kai smirked, "How about we make a bet? Let's see if you can dodge my last card!"

Xu Tianxiang snorted, "You want a mutual kill? Hah, Jiang Kai, you're overestimating yourself. I admit, your agility is rare for your level, but don't forget—I'm a whole tier above you!"

"And unfortunately, before that happens, you'll have to watch all your teammates die first."

Die? Jiang Kai's eyes narrowed.

"Oh really? I don't think so," he said with absolute certainty.

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Not far away, Ruan Yu stared at his injured leg. His empty eyes alternated between contraction and dilation.

He struggled to stand, reaching into his pocket for the Divine Light Longsword card. He materialized it and gripped it firmly.

His opponent narrowed his eyes, "Still resisting? You're just a drunkard. Do you really think you can beat a Martial Disciple?"

Ruan Yu lifted his head. His eyes were devoid of emotion. He was no longer the fool screaming about "beauties."

Calmly, he spoke, "I, Ruan Yu, have never been weaker than anyone in my life."

"I don't care if you're a Martial Disciple or whatever else—I fear nothing."

"I'll tell you this right now. You have no choice but to surrender to me today."

The muscular warrior almost spat out blood.

He thought the drunkard had sobered up—only for that last line to betray him.

But something was off, 'This guy's state feels strange. Not quite drunk, but not fully sober either.

A unique condition—Drunken Reverie!

———

Elsewhere, Nuannuan turned to Hu Yan.

Hu Yan's eyes remained closed, one hand on his chest, as if still preparing something.

"Brother Hu, they're coming!", she urged.

As their enemies closed in, Hu Yan's eyes suddenly snapped open.

Dark clouds gathered over the arena. Thunder crackled. The wind howled.

Hu Yan tilted his head back and roared:

"Let it rain!"

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