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When the final kill notification popped up, there were four minutes left in the match.

Lü Ang leaned back in his chair and let out a long sigh. He took his hands off the keyboard, flexed his fingers, and said in a hoarse voice, "That felt good."

Haotian couldn't help but laugh: "Brother Ang, your temper is terrifying. You've practically slaughtered your way through the entire city of Bakshi."

"It wasn't just fast," Nanbowan corrected, "it was a complete rout. Five teams, fifteen men, we wiped them all out in fifteen minutes. Except for the one who jumped into the river himself."

Lü Ang didn't reply. He just stared at the settlement screen, a hint of sharpness still lingering in his eyes.

He admitted that he was indeed angered by Lin Shu's jump.

It wasn't because of the loss. It was because of that "if I can't have it, neither can you" kind of determination that made him feel what a real opponent was like for the first time on this field.

This is the finals. This is the kind of competition he wanted.

"Brother Shu." Lü Ang picked up his phone and typed a message to Lin Shu on WeChat, "I've remembered that jump."

A few seconds later, Lin Shu replied, "Next round, space exploration. Let's try again if you dare."

As Lü Ang looked at the words, a slow smile crept onto his lips.

"Next up is space exploration," he muttered to himself, "that's our home turf."

The third round on Baksh ended with Bruce's team clearing the map. Although they failed to secure the airdrop, Lü Ang, Haotian, and Nanbowan spent fifteen minutes eliminating every team that tried to block their path. When the results screen popped up, the entire audience erupted in deafening applause and cheers. Not because the round was particularly exciting, but because everyone felt that Bruce's team's fighting spirit had been completely ignited.

This anger will find its outlet in the next round, at the space base.

The fourth game.

The space base has a brick-making game. The competition uniform is a special edition for the Son of Night.

The moment the respawn point refreshed, Lao Hei's voice in the commentary booth reignited his passion: "Dear viewers! Welcome back to the fourth game of the Delta Streamer Peak Tournament Finals! This game, the map is now the Space Base, and the rules have returned to the capture-the-brick system! Team Bruce holds match point; just one more brick and the championship is theirs! And the other five teams—have no choice but to stop them!"

"Check the respawn points first!" Ah Cheng stared intently at the big screen. "T1 West, Bruce Squad! T1 Launch Area, BSG! T2 Central Control, Trident! T2 Prison 2, Creeper! T3 Prison, Tua the Powerful! T3 Dormitory, MDY!"

In-game.

Lü Ang opened his eyes.

He had closed his eyes to rest during his break, and now his mental state had returned to its peak. His fingers rested on the mouse, his breathing was steady, and he was like a finely tuned machine.

This brought their lineup back to its most familiar configuration – Lü Ang as the Dragon, Haotian as Luna, and Nanbo as the Doctor.

This is their iron triangle that has fought their way up from squad to squad, and their tacit understanding needs no words.

"The bricks will spawn below the garden in two minutes." Lü Ang's voice was calm. "West University resurrects, the same old trick: swipe the card to pass the point, go to Centrifugal Force, and grab the link. Once the link is secured, the garden is right beneath our feet."

"Understood," Nanbowan and Haotian replied simultaneously.

Two minutes later.

The notification sound indicating the Mandel brick was unlocked rang in everyone's headphones. On the map, the yellow icon slowly lit up below the garden.

But this time, Bruce's team didn't manage to secure a good position as easily as in the previous rounds—because the other five teams were really fighting for their lives this time.

After BSG came down from the launch area, it did not centrifuge or buoyancy. The three of them pressed in directly from the direction of the central control sand, forming a pincer attack with the Trident that had been revived in the central control!

The creeper ran from prison two to prison three and rushed straight into the core area, where he ran into Bruce's team at the centrifugal staircase! Yang Qijia was playing Red Wolf this round, and he immediately fired a triple shot, which blew away half of Nanbowan's armor as he was walking in front.

"Too many people!" Haotian shouted in the voice chat. He fired a probe arrow, and the screen lit up with a dense array of red shadows. "Three in the central sand area, two on the centrifugal staircase, and there are also members of the Tua team pushing this way in the central area! They've really all come this time!"

Lü Ang gritted his teeth.

Without the AW, they definitely lack that decisive, game-changing threat.

Under the intense firepower of the five teams, Bruce's squad was stuck on the second floor of the centrifugal building, unable to move.

Time passed by, second by second.

Lin Shu and his Tua engaged in a fierce tug-of-war with MDY in the central area. Ultimately, thanks to the Tua's mobility and the precise coordination of Yolo and Yi Lin, Lin Shu managed to tear a gap in the central area.

Lin Shu personally rushed into the brick spawn point below the garden, and just as he was about to press the pick-up button, all the gun barrels turned towards him.

But this time, Lin Shu did not back down. Yolo and Yi Lin behind him used their bodies to block a path for him.

Yolo fell down, and Yilin fell down too, but Linshu, carrying bricks, managed to run all the way to the decoding point on the second floor of the Blue Room.

"Lin Shu got the brick!" Old Hei roared. "He's running towards the decoding point on the second floor of the Blue Room! Yolo and Yi Lin are both down, but he's still running!"

Lu Ang immediately turned his gun to try and stop him—but the crossfire from the BSG and Trident pinned him down, making it impossible for him to move an inch.

"Brother Ang, I've run out of bullets!" Haotian gritted his teeth.

"My armor is broken!" Nanbowan's voice followed immediately.

Lu Ang watched as Lin Shu, carrying the brick, disappeared from his sight. He listened to the full icon notification in his headphones: "The enemy has begun to crack the Mandel Brick." He remained silent for two seconds. He took a deep breath.

He knew he couldn't stop this round.

Four minutes later, a notification popped up indicating that the Mandel Brick had been successfully deciphered.

[Tua Decryption Successfully Completed]

At that moment, the entire competition venue erupted in cheers even louder than when Bruce picked up the brick! In the Tua competition booth, Lin Shu suddenly took off his headphones, stood up, and threw a punch.

Yolo and Yilin rushed over and hugged him, their laughter audible even through the headphones. Cheers were also heard from the other teams' booths – Trident's Master Dragon was slamming his fist on the table, Wriggler's Yang Qijia was laughing loudly, and BSG's BBfps was clapping enthusiastically with both hands above their heads.

This is not because they won.

Rather, it was because—Bruce's team finally lost.

The live stream chat exploded with excitement: "Great! It's finally over!"

"Tree Bro is awesome! This is the real finals!"

"Bruce finally lost! I've been waiting for this moment for four whole innings!"

"It's not that Bruce can't beat them, it's that five against one is too much... but without AW, Bruce isn't as unstoppable as before."

"That idiot got humiliated! I love this!"

Lü Ang leaned back in his chair, took off his headphones, and listened to the cheers and the overwhelming taunts on the screen. A slight smile played on his lips. He knew this scene was bound to happen sooner or later.

With five teams surrounding him and no AW available, he indeed couldn't break through—it's normal that he lost this round.

He even found it a little funny—look at them, they'd only won one game, yet they were as happy as if it were New Year's. He would remember those cheers, those jeers. And in the next game, he would show everyone what the real Lü Ang was. He would turn those cheers into amazement, and those jeers into silence.

"Brother Ang, what are you laughing at?" Haotian looked at him, somewhat bewildered.

Lü Ang turned his head and looked across several rows of seats at the Tua competition area. Lin Shu was looking in his direction, his face full of smug satisfaction, as if to say, "I got my revenge."

Lü Ang nodded to him. Then he looked away, put his headphones back on, and closed his eyes.

He silently chanted in his mind, "System, allocate skill points. Max out all of them: marksmanship, movement, awareness, and game understanding."

In my mind, a pale blue screen unfolded.

All four category attributes are maxed out at this moment.

……

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Yolo fell down, and Yilin fell down too, but Linshu, carrying bricks, managed to run all the way to the decoding point on the second floor of the Blue Room.

"Lin Shu got the brick!" Old Hei roared. "He's running towards the decoding point on the second floor of the Blue Room! Yolo and Yi Lin are both down, but he's still running!"

Lu Ang immediately turned his gun to try and stop him—but the crossfire from the BSG and Trident pinned him down, making it impossible for him to move an inch.

"Brother Ang, I've run out of bullets!" Haotian gritted his teeth.

"My armor is broken!" Nanbowan's voice followed immediately.

Lu Ang watched as Lin Shu, carrying the brick, disappeared from his sight. He listened to the full icon notification in his headphones: "The enemy has begun to crack the Mandel Brick." He remained silent for two seconds. He took a deep breath.

He knew he couldn't stop this round.

Four minutes later, a notification popped up indicating that the Mandel Brick had been successfully deciphered.

[Tua Decryption Successfully Completed]

At that moment, the entire competition venue erupted in cheers even louder than when Bruce picked up the brick! In the Tua competition booth, Lin Shu suddenly took off his headphones, stood up, and threw a punch.

Yolo and Yilin rushed over and hugged him, their laughter audible even through the headphones. Cheers were also heard from the other teams' booths – Trident's Master Dragon was slamming his fist on the table, Wriggler's Yang Qijia was laughing loudly, and BSG's BBfps was clapping enthusiastically with both hands above their heads.

This is not because they won.

Rather, it was because—Bruce's team finally lost.

The live stream chat exploded with excitement: "Great! It's finally over!"

"Tree Bro is awesome! This is the real finals!"

"Bruce finally lost! I've been waiting for this moment for four whole innings!"

"It's not that Bruce can't beat them, it's that five against one is too much... but without AW, Bruce isn't as unstoppable as before."

"That idiot got humiliated! I love this!"

Lü Ang leaned back in his chair, took off his headphones, and listened to the cheers and the overwhelming taunts on the screen. A slight smile played on his lips. He knew this scene was bound to happen sooner or later.

With five teams surrounding him and no AW available, he indeed couldn't break through—it's normal that he lost this round.

He even found it a little funny—look at them, they'd only won one game, yet they were as happy as if it were New Year's. He would remember those cheers, those jeers. And in the next game, he would show everyone what the real Lü Ang was. He would turn those cheers into amazement, and those jeers into silence.

"Brother Ang, what are you laughing at?" Haotian looked at him, somewhat bewildered.

Lü Ang turned his head and looked across several rows of seats at the Tua competition area. Lin Shu was looking in his direction, his face full of smug satisfaction, as if to say, "I got my revenge."

Lü Ang nodded to him. Then he looked away, put his headphones back on, and closed his eyes.

He silently chanted in his mind, "System, allocate skill points. Max out all of them: marksmanship, movement, awareness, and game understanding."

In my mind, a pale blue screen unfolded.

All four category attributes are maxed out at this moment.

……