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Chapter 217 The ultimate move failed to break through the defense? The bewildered Korean player!

Dang~!

Dang~!

The bells of heaven are ringing.

The songs of angels echoed and reverberated!

The entire Penglai Arena was filled with spectators, as well as the referees drawing lots on stage and the dignitaries from various countries on the judging panel.

Everyone was drawn to the sounds coming from the venue.

Then, they saw the direction of the arena backstage, where an incredibly dazzling holy light was shining!
Holy light coalesced into enormous angel wings, which then spread wide open!

"what happened?"

"That looks like the Great Xia team's camp over there. What happened?"

Countless people craned their necks, curiously observing the location of the holy light and angel wings.

The competition organizing committee quickly dispatched staff to investigate.

Soon, the investigation results were fed back into A-Liang's earpiece.

"Please be patient!"

"Our staff have confirmed that the holy light phenomenon we just witnessed was caused by the Great Xia team using a certain skill!"

"Our referee team has also reviewed the situation. The skill is a player's own skill and does not violate the competition rules. This is hereby announced!"

After Ah Liang finished speaking...

A murmur of discussion erupted at the scene.

"Holy crap, what kind of skill is that? It made such a huge commotion!"

"It looks like some kind of buff skill."

"My goodness, the Great Xia Dynasty is indeed deeply rooted in history; they actually have such a trump card up their sleeve!"

"That's not right. If such an awesome buff skill exists, why didn't we see anyone else using it in the previous elimination rounds?"

"Idiot, you're not allowed to take buffs from your teammates in the elimination rounds. In this situation, it's obvious that the person who gave the buff is just rampaging through the elimination rounds even if they didn't use the skill on themselves."

"Who exactly is it?"

"Could it be that female priest from their team?"

"Hiss... You can't judge a book by its cover!"

Amidst the heated discussions.

The three referees on stage didn't waste any time either; the draw for the round of 16 took very little time.

Soon, the match schedule for all eight games was completed.

The organizing committee divided the 16 participants into two halves.

One match is played in the upper half of the bracket, and then one match is played in the lower half.

Alternate in sequence.

Lin Yi also saw his name; he had been assigned to the lower bracket, which was also the third match in the lower bracket.

This means that, according to the order, Lin Yi will not be able to take the stage until the sixth match.

"You're really determined to fight the Curry Country to the death..."

"A strange coincidence..."

Zhao Enquan felt somewhat ashamed when he saw Lin Yi's opponent.

The third match in the lower bracket was clearly marked as follows—

Lin Yi (Daxia 1) VS Lamar Singh (Curry Nation 1)

Both of them are the team's number 1 captains.

Lin Yi shrugged.

He didn't care who his opponent was; he was going to crush them all anyway.

It doesn't matter which country it's from.

Zhao Enquan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Of the eight matches, only one is an internal battle between us, which is already considered a very favorable draw."

"Come on, everyone!"

"Let's strive to secure six of the eight spots in the finals!"

dong dong!

There was a sudden knock on the door of the lounge.

"Zhou Xinyu, please come with us for the test. It will be your turn to compete soon!"

As the door opened, several staff members spoke.

Zhou Xinyu murmured, "Thank you... Captain."

"I'll do my best!"

She then left with the staff members.

The pre-match testing process was noticeably faster after the round of 16 began. In less than five minutes, Lin Yi saw Zhou Xinyu step onto the stage after A Liang's announcement. The stage was now significantly larger than it had been during the initial elimination rounds.

The venue can be described as extremely spacious.

Zhou Xinyu was already petite, and standing on the empty arena, she looked even more delicate and adorable.

Meanwhile, at the other end of the ring.

A woman with a full head of red hair, wearing tight leather shorts and a short jacket, walked up.

Kim Mi-hye toyed with a sharp dagger in her right hand, sizing up Zhou Xin-yu with ill intent.

"Hmph, you big-breasted little slut..."

"Who are you trying to fool with your pitiful act!"

Kim Mi-hye isn't particularly attractive, and she's not as voluptuous as Zhou Xin-yu.

As soon as she stepped onto the stage, she was enraged by Zhou Xinyu's appearance.

Zhou Xinyu, with her pitiful appearance and large breasts, is indeed very popular with men. Compared to her, Jin Meihui pales in comparison.

He immediately uttered a vicious curse.

Zhou Xinyu pouted and took a few steps back.

She sensed the malice emanating from Kim Mi-hye and felt extremely nervous.

She wasn't originally a combat-oriented profession, and even with Lin Yi's buff, she still didn't know how to win this battle.

"Jin Meihui, you can say whatever you want in the pre-match taunts and trash talk."

"But please be civilized and refrain from making any personal insults!"

Kim Mi-hye pouted.

"whispering sound……"

She spat and waited for the match to begin.

She vowed to teach this arrogant little girl, who had made it into the top 16 by sheer luck, what the harsh realities of society meant!

"Please take your positions, both sides. The match will begin in 10 seconds!"

A countdown began on the big screen.

Ten seconds pass in the blink of an eye.

As the war bell rang.

Kim Mi-hye deftly drew five or six daggers from her belt.

It was held in a strange position in my hand.

Some of the daggers were still dripping with emerald green venom.

The next moment, Kim Mi-hye disappeared!

It wasn't that she used any stealth or invisibility skills.

Instead, he charged toward Zhou Xinyu at an extremely fast speed!

Whoosh whoosh!
Jin Meihui flung three daggers at Zhou Xinyu's neck, heart, and brow.

Zhou Xinyu really has almost no combat experience.

At that moment, they didn't even have time to react.

She could only instinctively gasp, close her eyes, and pat her chest haphazardly with her hands.

Kim Mi-hye sneered inwardly.

So tender!
As expected, all this little slut knows is how to act like a bitch.

Get ready to be pierced by my throwing knife!
However, the next second, Kim Mi-hye's eyes widened in surprise.

Dang Dang Dang!
Three sounds, like metal clashing, rang out.

The throwing knife aimed at Zhou Xinyu's heart was deflected by her with one hand and flew out of the arena.

Throwing knives aimed straight for the throat and brow hit their mark directly.

But once the knife tip touched Zhou Xinyu's snow-white skin, it could not advance even an inch further.

He was flung away!
Not even a scratch was left!

Kim Mi-hye understands this better than anyone else.

No defense breached!!
Her three throwing knives couldn't even break through the priest's defenses.
how can that be!

With a determined heart, Kim Mi-hye's speed increased again.

In a flash, he had already circled behind Zhou Xinyu!
He gripped the dagger in his right hand with a reverse grip and slashed it viciously at Zhou Xinyu's left carotid artery!
Assassin Tier 3 Skill: Throat Slit!

This is the best starting skill for professionals who need to chant.

If the throat is successfully slit, it will not only cause terrifying physical damage, but also inflict massive bleeding.

It can even prevent magic-based classes from casting spells for a period of time!
However, this throat-slitting skill was used.

Kim Mi-hye felt a numbness in her wrist, as if the blade had cut into an alloy.

It's impossible to pierce it!

Still, the defenses remain unbroken!
Damn it!
(End of this chapter)