Rumble!!!
In both regions, Guan Yu and Dongfang Lie finally couldn't hold out any longer. The Space Escape Scrolls bound to their bodies automatically activated. Silver light flickered, instantly teleporting the two heavily injured and unconscious members of the Chinese National Team out of the battlefield.
Not only that, but at the same time, Jiang Yu, Jiang Shaoxu, Nan Jue, Ai Jiangtu, and Zhao Manyan were also under fierce siege. Only Mo Fan and Mu Ningxue, who had coincidentally landed close to each other, managed to hide quietly and avoid the encirclement.
Jiang Yu was fighting against the American Summoner Ark. A gigantic Commander-level Scorpion Demon rampaged through the mountain forest, shattering countless boulders and raising a storm of yellow sand. A black Shadow Cat nimbly dodged between the chaos, taunting the monster with ease.
Meanwhile, Jiang Shaoxu and Nan Jue were being hunted down by five or six opponents — Hannah from the American team, Pinos from Spain, Bailey from Canada, and others.
At this moment, spectators outside the arena saw that the entire Chinese National Team had fallen into peril. The scene caused an uproar, triggering a massive wave of outrage across the global internet.
"How can they do this? This is deliberate targeting! Such a competition format is completely unfair — if the majority agrees to it, they can decide the life or death of any national team!"
"Damn it, these Western bastards just can't stand to see the East rise. It was the same a hundred years ago, and it's the same now!"
All the Chinese netizens were furious, cursing angrily, wishing they could devour the enemy's flesh.
As for the foreign audience, they had completely different reactions — laughing loudly, unconcerned, and countering with apparent justification: "Fair competition, what's the problem? You're being targeted by all the other national teams — maybe you should reflect on whether you did something wrong!"
Some even vented their emotions without restraint: "Well done! These Eastern monkeys think they can stand above us Westerners?"
Inside the VIP room of the Chinese delegation, several high-ranking leaders such as Shao Zheng, Han Ji, and Pang Lai all looked grim. Feng Li and the other instructors of the national team were also restless and uneasy.
"Being surrounded is one thing," Shao Zheng, a man of great composure, sighed deeply. "But these countries are attacking to the death. They've pinpointed our team's weaknesses. Two members are severely injured — without a Healing Mage, it'll be hard for them to participate in the final battle."
Feng Li took a deep breath, his expression firm. "Don't worry. Lu Jun has healing methods. And the situation isn't decided yet — Ai Jiangtu and Mo Fan have already escaped their ambush. Lu Jun hasn't acted yet, which means he's waiting for the right moment to turn everything around."
The public outcry grew louder. Every Chinese heart was burning with frustration, secretly hoping that Lu Jun — whose figure was seen swiftly moving across the battlefield — could arrive in time to support his teammates, defeat the enemies, and bring glory back to China.
Inside the independent dimensional space, Lu Jun seemed to sense the collective will of his countrymen. He moved like a storm, racing toward Jiang Shaoxu and Nan Jue, whose situation was the most dangerous.
He already knew that Guan Yu and Dongfang Lie had been eliminated, but there was nothing he could do — they were too far away for him to reach in time.
After a few breaths, he could already see from afar the multicolored flashes of magic in the mountainous area ahead. Seven or eight figures were engaged in fierce combat, while two women struggled desperately to dodge the enemy's spells.
"Huff, huff—" Jiang Shaoxu's face was pale, sweat dripping from her forehead, and the brilliance in her transparent eyes was dimming. She strained to unleash her Mind Control and Soul Confusion powers, disrupting the thought patterns of two or three opponents, causing their spells to fail. Through Spiritual Transmission, she said, "Nan Jue, have you thought of any solution?"
On the other side, Nan Jue's jade-like fingers moved delicately through the air as several violet illusory instruments floated around her. Each emitted rippling waves of purple sound, neutralizing countless incoming spells.
The Sound Element magic's powerful penetrative force made the fragile-bodied enemy mages hesitate to approach.
Hearing Jiang Shaoxu's question, Nan Jue didn't know how to respond. She truly had no solution — she could only keep holding on, waiting for a miracle.
As someone from a military background, Nan Jue would never give up until the very last moment, even in a desperate situation. And Jiang Shaoxu, despite her gentle appearance, was equally strong-willed within.
Hannah, the American Lightning Element Destruction Mage, grew impatient and shouted, "You'd better surrender! If you quit voluntarily, I might spare your lives — otherwise, you'll taste real pain!"
Pinos, Bailey, and the others sneered and taunted, "Don't expect other Chinese National Team members to save you. They're already drowning themselves — none of them can help!"
Another spoke arrogantly, "Fifteen national teams have already joined forces to annihilate China. You have no chance of turning this around. You're doomed!"
Hearing this, both Jiang Shaoxu and Nan Jue's faces turned deathly pale.
Suddenly, Bailey caught the fluctuation in their aura caused by exhaustion. His eyes gleamed with malice as he attacked without hesitation. A sinister light flashed — from above, a cursed creature, the Soul-Devouring Evil Spider, crawled toward them.
He shouted coldly, "Die for me!"
At that very moment, a sudden change occurred. From the distant horizon came a thunderous roar—the sound of surging tides mixed with the piercing shriek of sandstorms tearing through the sky.
The heavens dimmed. From the ground rose a majestic and awe-inspiring black tide of water, sweeping across the firmament. Layer upon layer of colossal waves surged upward, and at their peak stood a tall, imposing figure. Above him, vast clouds of dark green and azure sand whirled together, forming a terrifying vortex.
The entire world seemed to descend into chaos—water, wind, and sand blending into a dim, stormy maelstrom.
Lu Jun walked upon the waves, flanked on both sides by his Yin-Yang Ghost Fiends. His aura was unmatched, overwhelming, and as he looked down indifferently upon the national team members from Canada, Spain, and the United States, he said in a calm, cold voice, "Let me see which one of you dares to touch them."
The five or six foreign contestants were stunned, frozen in disbelief. They swallowed hard—his reputation alone was enough to make their hearts tremble. Lu Jun's dominance in the elimination round was unrivaled, and the pressure he exuded was suffocating.
Bailey, the Canadian Curse Mage, was the first to recover. She sneered coldly and recklessly activated her Curse Magic again, intending to annihilate the souls of Jiang Shaoxu and Nan Jue.
"Hmph!"
Lu Jun's eyes flared brilliantly. Without moving his hands, he let out a thunderous shout, "Begone!"
An invisible Psychic Storm erupted in the void, sweeping through the entire mountain forest. A silent explosion reverberated through everyone's minds as the air filled with cursed energy, like the netherworld itself had descended upon the mortal realm.
"Ahhh!!!" Bailey's eyes widened in terror as a shrill scream tore from her throat. She staggered backward, her graceful body trembling violently. Behind her, a massive, blue-faced, fanged demon materialized—a High-level Cursed Wraith, towering like a small hill.
But even this high-level curse creature couldn't withstand Lu Jun's Psychic Storm. Its shadowy body turned transparent in an instant, collapsing inch by inch into nothingness.
Pfft! Bailey coughed up a mouthful of blood as her magic shattered and violently backfired on her.
It wasn't over. The countless webs she had released vanished into the air. Her mind shook violently—her consciousness was in disarray. From the top of her head, a translucent, ethereal projection of her own soul began to rise.
Buzz... buzz... buzz!
Bailey's spirit had been gravely damaged. A corner of her mental world collapsed, the starlit expanse of her spiritual domain shattering like the end of a universe.
At the final moment, her life-saving Space Scroll activated. Silver light glimmered around her, attempting to teleport her out of the battlefield and eliminate her from the match.
But Lu Jun's gaze turned razor-sharp. How could he possibly allow her to escape so easily? Without giving the other nations a harsh lesson, wouldn't they dare to repeat this outrage again in the future?
"Spatial magic, huh? That's not enough to stop me!"
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