Otherworld Bone Dragon Operation Guide

Chapter 380 Foreign Aid
Now, the spectators, who were already worried for the home team, were completely outraged. "This is unfair! Why is the POW camp allowed to field such a powerful outsider as Gerus!" they shouted angrily.

“Gelus is also from our Temple of Light!” the POW camp member immediately retorted, “Why can’t she compete under our name!”

His tone was self-righteous and assertive!

"Damn it! You guys are mortal enemies too!" the trainees protested angrily.

"She is now our half-sister!" the POW camp members retorted without backing down.

"No! We need outside help too!" the trainees shouted in unison.

Su Ming carefully examined the situation on the field. Although the POW camp had added Gerus as a strong point, they didn't actually have an advantage, because the second team of trainees also had an "outsider" whose identity was questionable—Rishuri.

Although he didn't participate in the official member group competition, neither his strength nor his seniority should have qualified him as a "trainee." However, his role was essentially taken over by another powerful figure in the POW camp, the Fate Master.

One is recognized as the strongest below the Saint rank in the necromancer world, and the other is also known as the strongest below the Saint rank in the Temple of Light.

To be honest, the Virtuoso's performance on a real battlefield is quite ordinary. However, in places where there are no rules and no need to risk one's life, his strength and skills are fully displayed, making him extremely difficult to deal with and completely restraining Rishuli.

As the dispute escalated, the second training team insisted on adding an outside helper to balance the situation.

Perhaps considering the need to enhance the spectacle of the competition, the organizing committee was also tempted—until the group of students excitedly brought over a huge, scaled silver dragon, attempting to bring it onto the field.

Great, if this behemoth really gets on the field, what's the point of playing this game!

The organizing committee reacted swiftly, immediately and decisively rejecting the addition of this heavyweight foreign player on the grounds that "the participant's attire does not meet the event's uniform requirements"!
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But another "outsider" volunteered to join the student team. Su Ming looked and, sure enough, it was Qi Luo, the unicorn who loved to join in the fun.

After internal review, the organizing committee agreed to the request in principle, but needed to consult with the opponents.

As expected, the members of the prisoner-of-war camp objected in unison. However, the unicorn Qiluo didn't care at all. Instead, she arrogantly raised her front hoof and announced loudly: "Tonight, give everyone in the prisoner-of-war camp a fresh and juicy cucumber!"

The POW camp members exchanged glances, quickly changed their expressions, and then their attitudes immediately took a 180-degree turn. They shouted in unison, "Friendship first, competition second! Participation is key, long live cucumbers!"

Qi Luo proudly held her head high, shouting "Make way, make way!" and unceremoniously pushed aside the silver dragon that had tried to enter the field. She stepped onto the field with light steps and replaced one of the student team's forwards.

"No, she wasn't wearing any clothes either, so how is that not against the rules!" the silver dragon muttered indignantly after being pushed aside. "Also, do we dragons get any cucumbers?" he shouted at Qi Luo.

At this moment, on the other side of the sideline.

"Tch!" The Fate Master wiped the sweat from his brow and said dismissively, "Just for a cucumber!"

"Wipe the drool dripping from your mouth when you say that!" Rishiri, panting heavily, retorted as he fiercely faced off against him.

Both were drenched in sweat and panting heavily. Having a rare opportunity like this, they thoroughly enjoyed their exchange.

For the Virtuoso, this was a rare opportunity to directly confront his 'enemy'. And for Rishuri, he similarly didn't mind using the opportunity to undergo this level of rehabilitation training. The referee blew the whistle, signaling the match to continue.

Qiluo immediately raised her hoof high to call for the ball, and soon, the "player" acting as the 'ball' was accurately passed to her front hoof by her teammate.

"Ouch!"

The referee blew a short whistle and tapped his arm with one hand to indicate that Kira had committed a foul, "Handball!"

Qiluo looked at the front hoof that had touched the ball with a wronged expression, feeling somewhat innocent.

Possession of the ball is switched, this time the "players" from the POW camp become the ball, and their teammates carry the "ball" to attack.

The Fate Master suddenly spread his wings and, with a nimble change of direction and acceleration, was about to break free from the close-knit Rishiri.

The latter was quick-witted and nimble-fingered, reaching out with lightning speed and precisely grabbing the wings that he relied on for acceleration.

"Pulling someone is a foul!" The Virtuoso immediately raised his hands and loudly protested to the referee.

The referee waved his hand, indicating that the game would continue. "The scope of the pull penalty is limited to contact with the arms and torso, excluding non-standard parts such as the wings!"

On the front line, Jelus had already used her quick start to get behind the students' defenders before her teammates could pass the ball.

The sharp-eyed linesman immediately raised his staff, "Offside! Penalty!"

Wow!

The ground rippled, and a series of pale white bone claws burst forth from the earth at Gerus's feet, instantly gripping her ankle firmly. Although she quickly broke free with a burst of strength, the defender she had managed to shake off earlier seized the opportunity to close in again, and together with her teammates, used their numerical advantage to successfully dispossess the "player" acting as the "ball."

Without hesitation, the defender launched a long ball, sending the "player" high into the attacking third. Qiluo, seeing this, was overjoyed and sprinted forward like a white lightning bolt towards the landing point.

The POW camp's defenders immediately blocked her sprint, but the unicorn, taking advantage of its size and weight, ruthlessly rammed into her, causing her to stumble and roll away. Kira caught the "player" steadily!
However, dribbling the ball with her hind hooves felt extremely awkward to the unicorn. Taking advantage of a break, she quickly glanced at the rules board on the sidelines and happened to read the heading rules. So, she had a flash of inspiration, used her unicorn to lift the "player" into the air, then aimed at the goal and slammed her head down hard!
Crack!

A sharp, piercing sound of a shield shattering suddenly rang out, followed by the referee's shrill, urgent whistle.

Qiluo looked up in bewilderment and was shocked to find that her sharp horn had pierced through the "player's" arm, hanging him on the horn of her head like a candied hawthorn.

"Maliciously poking a player, a serious foul! Red card!" The referee showed Qiluo a red card without hesitation, sentencing her to the death, and then called for a stretcher and medical team to enter the field.

Amidst its unwilling howls, the unicorn was forcibly dragged off the field by a group of security guards who rushed over, its four hooves leaving four clearly visible white marks on the deck.

(End of this chapter)