Survival of the Nation: My luck was a tiny bit worse.

"Alright, two are done."

Leng Ruolan held the communication stone and reported the battle situation, then bent down to pick up the short knife that had exploded from the ground.

She glanced back at the low wall—Mr. Ou had finally taken action.

He was carrying the Abyss Sword and walking towards the northeast at a leisurely pace.

He looks like a retired old man going to the market to buy groceries.

Seeing this, Leng Ruolan felt a surge of emotion.

Sigh... It's not easy.

Meanwhile, the Xiong Kingdom people—Maxim and Alexander—have already engaged the enemy's flanking squad head-on.

Maxim wielded Chen Ge's specially made battle knife and showed no mercy when cutting people.

With a single strike, the opponent's tactical shield, used for blocking, was cleaved in two.

The man holding the shield was jolted back several steps by the impact, his face filled with shock, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

Then, his face flushed red, he blurted out in perfect Mandarin: "This is fucking unscientific!"

"This is fucking illogical."

Maxim finally began to understand a little bit about how his older brother usually fought.

It doesn't require any brainpower; it's all about the numbers.

The battle was exhilarating!

Alexander, meanwhile, engaged in a fierce battle with the opponent's second flanking fighter, wielding his pincer-shaped hammer.

A heavy hammer against a broadsword—the advantage lies with me.

The opponent in front of me was clearly much more skilled tactically; every attack was aimed directly at the vital points, and his movements were clean, efficient, and without a single wasted moment.

But it didn't work.

Even with his fluid, swift, and elegant movements, like a dragon crossing a river, he still couldn't reach Alexander.

The opposing player, King Jiji, shouted: "You lackeys of the Dragon Kingdom, die!"

Alexander, instead of getting angry, laughed and said, "Woof woof woof woof woof!"

The pincer-shaped hammerhead can smash, chop, and hook, and its attack range is ridiculously large.

After more than a dozen rounds, his opponent couldn't get close to him at all, and his stamina was also greatly depleted.

Then look at Alexander, this guy has the size of a bear, but his body is as slippery as an eel.

It can only get more urgent and hotter.

"Bang! Bang!"

In the blink of an eye, several more blows came down.

The other side was doing everything they could to dodge.

"Wait, what exactly is this thing? A hammer?"

"This is a hammer!"

"I've never seen such a strange hammer before!"

The opposing team started trash-talking before the game was even over.

Maxim, holding the scorpion armor shield, stood at the forefront, protecting the two from sniper shots from behind.

The Scorpion Armor Shield truly lives up to its reputation as being crafted from materials from the Abyss.

"Da da da da da—"

"boom!"

"boom!"

They bombed and blasted it.

But not even a white mark can be left on it.

"What's that guy with the huge bag behind them doing?"

Maxim asked loudly while holding up his shield.

Ivan adjusted the focus of his binoculars on the watchtower, keeping an eye on the figure carrying a large bag at the edge of the dense forest.

The area they were responsible for defending wasn't particularly important normally, though it was home to quite a few birds and beasts. Today, it was a day when new species appeared.

However, the firepower has been successfully suppressed for a while now, but I don't know what the enemy's back row is doing sneakily all the time—

The man remained crouched behind low bushes, neither engaging in direct combat nor providing fire support.

Watching... assembling something.

Alexander and Maxim repeatedly confirmed the information, but still couldn't quite understand it.

Ivan, holding his binoculars, strained to focus. "Wait... he looks like..."

"Assembling... a rocket launcher?!"

Ivan was taken aback.

"A rocket launcher? They actually have something like that?!"

"Maybe it was opened in a supply crate? Or maybe it was captured during the previous raids on other teams. In any case, whatever you do, don't let him fire it—"

Damn it, don't blow up all the infrastructure I've worked so hard to build!

Team Leader Leng said he would rate them based on the extent of the damage to the infrastructure!

If only their infrastructure was destroyed, they'd definitely get yelled at!

They can't afford to lose to those Pakistani kids in this matter!

Before he could finish speaking, a dark figure descended from the sky.

"Meow—"

Upon hearing this, Alexander suddenly realized that he hadn't heard Nanbei meow in a long time—no, he should say he had almost forgotten that Nanbei was actually a cat.

It leaped down from the watchtower, its massive body drawing a perfect arc in the air.

Then it landed precisely in front of the contestant who was assembling a rocket launcher.

That contestant—one whose name Alexander didn't even know.

One second he was frantically assembling a rocket launcher, muttering to himself:

"Hurry up and install it! Once it's done, we can blow up everyone in the Dragon Kingdom!"

Then, with a thud, a sound like a cat landing came from right in front of me.

But when he looked up, he saw a silver-grey lynx, its size comparable to a male lion—

His golden, vertical pupils gleamed coldly in the moonlight, and the beard around his mouth trembled slightly.

It raised one paw and gently placed it on the rocket launcher's launch tube.

"Snapped!"

Then it snapped the rocket launcher away with a single claw.

"..."

"Ahhhhh!"

*

The battlefield in the northeast—

European luck, Abyss Sword, Low Wall.

He faced three players attempting to break through from the side.

However, one of them was already convulsing on the ground—Ou Yun hadn't even made a move yet.

This guy accidentally stepped on a cable that Brother Chen had hand-wrung out in the furnace using Black Hawk feathers and other trendy little trash—it actually wasn't very powerful, and Brother Black Hawk even came over to check it himself, saying it felt like a tickle and he couldn't feel anything at all.

Who knew that this would happen after I stepped on it?

Even the European champions were moved to tears; they never imagined there were players with even worse luck than him!

The remaining two, who had been so arrogant and full of vigor, were completely bewildered when they saw their teammate suddenly collapse and convulse. They had no idea what had happened.

Dude, we weren't entirely unprepared for the Dragon Kingdom camp, but who can handle something this sudden?

The remaining two exchanged a glance, made a decision that went against their ancestors' wishes, and thought to themselves, "Let's go all the way!"

What?

Let's do it!

The two of them took a deep breath and pounced on Ou Yun like a vicious eagle swooping down on its prey.

Seeing their stance, Ou Yun was genuinely taken aback. "Seriously? You guys are serious?"

Attacked from both sides, advancing with two swords simultaneously.

The other side seems pretty serious.

Ou Yun sighed.

He really didn't want to fight.

He just wanted to go back to sleep.

But since they've already pounced on us, it wouldn't be right not to fight back!

Ugh……

no way.

Ou Yun smiled and raised the Abyss Sword.

Swing it to the left.

He blocked the short axe of the man on the left.

Swing it to the right.

He cleaved the spear of the man on the right in two.

Two crisp snapping sounds.

Their weapons broke down one after the other, in a race to be destroyed.

"..."

"..."

Looking at each other in bewilderment.jpg

"Your weapons aren't very good quality."

However, Ou Yun spoke earnestly, like an upperclassman giving career advice to two younger students.

"I'll find a better furnace later, forge some reliable equipment, and come back with a better weapon. Maybe I can last a few more seconds."

The two people: ? ? ?

Can you believe this is human language?

Why do you think we don't have good weapons? Is it because we don't want them?