People are on the Ark, assisting Oma Zi-O

“What?!”

These were Scout's last words on the court.

boom! ! !

Scout, who was called the first stealth master and sharpshooter of the Sarkaz by W and the next Sarkaz hero, was attacked by him and left the scene with regret without even seeing who was attacking him.

"Ohhhhhhhhh! He's fallen! He's fallen! Who is it? It's Sharp!"

Huhu——!

It was not until the stool fell to the ground and Scout heard Klothir's screams from above that he saw that the person who rushed from behind and knocked him over was actually Sharp!

"Sharp? What's that in his hand?"

Sharp was seen holding a black barrel in his hand, which was continuously spraying compressed air backwards as a boost, allowing him to accelerate forward!

"It's an air cannon! That's the same air cannon the Doctor used before! So Sharp came to the Doctor after get off work yesterday to borrow the air cannon for the first time ever? He wants to make a splash on the field today!"

"So you can borrow props from outside the venue?! And Sharp, didn't you say you wouldn't talk about work after get off work? Why did you go to see the Doctor?!"

Scout let out the wail of a defeated dog.

Sharp, who was still sprinting, looked at Scout and gave him a sinister smile.

“That’s the wisdom of working people.”

NMD! SWM!

Scout, OUT!

Chapter 138: Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea

"Hahahaha, you said you wanted others to be losers, but you ended up being the first one to be loser. Scout, I'm glad you gave me exquisite material to laugh at for the whole year!"

Aaaaaaaa!

Scout could only slam his head to the ground helplessly and furiously after hearing Logos' ridicule in front of him. Then, a ghost ninja suddenly emerged from the shadows and carried him into the eliminated contestants' small dark room, where he watched the other contestants' competition.

"just kill me."

Scout looked at the smug smile of Logos, who was clinging to Ace on the big screen in the room, and suddenly felt that life had lost its meaning.

However, the Ghost Ninja chose to ignore his request and handed him a fruit plate.

"..."

"Fan me, and give me a leg massage."

After receiving the order, the ghost ninja immediately took out a stool and a fan from behind him, allowing Scout to immediately experience the life of those Sargon chiefs.

Hahahaha, Logos, I am the better one after all. Although I lost the game, I won in life!

Hahahahahaha.

Scout, who was enjoying the service of the Ghost Ninja, laughed wildly, which made the Ghost Ninja look at each other in confusion. Then he continued to feed him fruits, fan him and massage his legs. Anyway, the boss just said that he should serve every eliminated contestant who came in well. No one knew why this human was so happy even though he had lost.

However, while Scout was enjoying the service here, the people on the field over there were still competing fiercely.

Just after Scout left the stage, Stormeye made a regretful sound, then drew his bow and arrow again.

"Ohhhh! The second turn of this track is just ahead! We still have 400 meters to go in our race! And so far, only Scout has been eliminated out of the eight contestants! What kind of surprises will the remaining seven elite operators bring us?!"

Damn, will you die if Klothir doesn't do it for me?!

Scout, who was clearly already in the small dark room but was still whipped by the host, issued a severe condemnation, and then continued to fall into the gentle arms of the ghost ninja.

"Oh! Stormeye has unfurled his bow again. Wait, what is he doing?"

Stormeye just entered the second turn of the normal track. He pulled out a huge arrow from his back, rubbed it against the ground, and put it on the bow after making violent sparks. The arrowhead was not sharp, but a round ball like a polished stone ball. Compared with normal sight, it seemed to focus more on striking damage rather than penetration effect.

And faint arcs of electricity flashed above the sphere, making it look not as harmless as it appeared on the surface.

"Oh! After shooting Scout with his bow and arrow, who has Stormeye set his sights on next? As Rhodes Island's best sniper second only to Scout, Stormeye has already demonstrated his exceptional qualities, letting everyone experience what it means to strike firmly and strike with every arrow! Oh, he's aiming at Ace! He's aiming at Ace!"

Stormeye glanced at the console with some dissatisfaction, and Ace, who had heard Kal'sil's explanation in front, naturally turned around and put his big shield behind him to prevent Stormeye from hitting him from behind.

However, Stormeye, who was disturbed by Kal'sil, changed his target very quickly and aimed at Sharp, who had just used the air cannon to spray forward and became the third place.

However, Stormeye noticed and aimed at him, so Sharp aimed the air cannon at him without hesitation!

boom!

The compressed air bullet collided violently with the striker. Although the latter penetrated the air cannonball, its trajectory was affected by the airflow and flew out past Sharp's side.

After being penetrated, the air cannonball turned into a stream of air and hit Stormeye, but then another air cannonball came from behind.

Unlike Stormeye's bow, which requires arrows to be drawn, the speed of the air cannon's continuous firing is not much slower than that of the gunlance.

It was this air cannon that directly hit Stormeye's chest. The powerful impact made him lean back instantly. Even though he stretched his bow backwards to find a fulcrum, the dislocated force still made his body shake, and finally he and the round stool fell sideways on the road.

"Stormeye! OUT!"

Lucille's passionate voice echoed throughout the arena, causing Stormeye to wonder if he had offended her at some point. Why was she so happy about his elimination? Oh, right, she was also happy when Scout was eliminated just now.

This blood demon probably just wants to embarrass others and doesn't care who they are.

"Oh my, he was so handsome in the beginning, with a solid step and an arrow piercing his heart, but in the end he was knocked to the ground by someone with just one shot, and he was as fragile as cardboard. This is the ugly side of the archer!"

Thanks, I was attacked.

Not only Stormeye, but even some sniper operators using bows and arrows in the audience felt that they were attacked by Kal'sie.

In the main control room, Amiya looked at Kolsil with some worry. Although she could understand that the Doctor had assigned her some very complicated tasks, which led to excessive backlog of pressure, but if she vented her anger like this, wouldn't others come to her door later?

However, seeing how excited Klosier was, not considering this at all, Amiya couldn't say anything and could only pray silently in her heart, hoping that the person was okay.

"Wait, what happened over there?!"

Suddenly, Lucille screamed, and with her surprise, the audience's eyes quickly looked around the field for a reason that could cause the host to scream. Then they saw that Ace, who was originally in the lead, suddenly fell to the ground and was already knocked off his horse.

Misery, who had been in a relatively stable position at the back, had now fallen to the ground. Behind him was Fangzhou, whose hands were stirring up waves of black mud!

"Ms. Galatron, please continue the playback!"

"Roger that!"

The light curtain unfolded on the field, and the first thing shown to the audience was why Ace fell to the ground.

Just as Stormeye's arrow passed by Sharp, it was heading directly towards Logos who was standing next to him.

Realizing that he had become an innocent victim, Logos immediately cast a spell to change the arrow's trajectory.

However, the arrow's trajectory was straight down, and after rolling a few times on the ground, it got stuck under the wheel of Ace's round stool and tripped him!

Ace, who had never expected that he would be the one to be harmed, fell to the ground with an unbelievably hideous look on his face.

"Hahahahaha!"

Krosier in the control room laughed without any conscience, and the audience present also burst into a happy atmosphere. Only Team Ace was in a state of grief. The moment Ace fell, they saw the year's free beer that they had originally held firmly in their hands getting farther and farther away from them.

And then, Galatron cut the scene to the back of the team. Just when Ace tripped, Ark, who had been hanging at the back and trying not to be the last one, finally stood up seriously.

"Perhaps you think that putting all the elite operators together to compete is to ease the pressure on the contestants in other groups, and that the competition between the elite operators will be more effective and exciting. However, among so many elite operators, a tactical commander sneaks in and competes for the championship with a group of elite operators. It seems a bit presumptuous. Some even think that this is a deliberate attempt by the host to make things difficult for them out of some hidden ulterior motive."

Fang Ark muttered to himself, completely unaware of who he was talking to. By the time he finished the second half of the sentence, Kolshiel in the control room was already sweating profusely.

"But I think you could try looking at it from another perspective. Why is it that one unlucky person was deliberately placed in a group with many elite operators, rather than someone hoping that many elite operators would prevent one person from moving on to the next match?"

At the end of his speech, Fang Zhou let out bursts of strange laughter, which made everyone who heard it shudder. At the same time, black flames as sticky as mud emerged from his hands. Finally, he waved his hands forward in front of everyone's eyes. Misery, who was gliding normally in front, suddenly had a large black shadow under his feet.

The latter realized something was wrong and immediately activated his Originium skills, hoping to take himself away from this strange place. However, he was surprised to find that his Originium skills were ineffective in this area.

Then, sticky and chilling tentacles stretched out from the shadows, directly grabbed Misery's round stool and pulled it backwards, causing him to fall to the ground.

"It's not that I'm forced to compete with them, it's that they're forced to compete with me!"

Yes! I’ve wanted to say this for a long time!

Rorschach's line seemed so cool to Fang Ark at first, and now that this line was finally spoken from his mouth, the former felt extremely comfortable.

At the same time, Fang Zhou gradually increased his output. In the shocked eyes of everyone, a small storm suddenly rose behind Fang Zhou, pushing him backwards and increasing his speed limit.

The Ark, which was originally at the tail end of the group, slid forward quickly and arrived behind Askalon in a few seconds.

Boom boom boom!

The clip played by Galatron ended here, and the audience's attention was attracted by the figures of Askalon and Ark at the end of the team.

"This move is really surprising."

Looking at the small storm behind the Ark that looked like a propeller, Askalon could only give this evaluation.

Although it was only a small storm, Ascalon, who had been on the battlefield for many years, could naturally see that Ark had probably not used even one thousandth of his strength at this moment. If he erupted with all his strength, would this storm directly turn into a real natural disaster?

This is really shocking!

It is said that Victoria has a machine that can trigger natural disasters with human power, but now there are humans in front of her who can trigger natural disasters with their own hands without relying on external forces.

"How about just admit defeat?"

The sound of Ark's training made Askalon feel cold.

"Even if it seems overwhelming, it's never a reason to give up."

As she spoke, she did not engage in direct conflict with Fang Zhou. Instead, huge arms appeared on both sides of her body and slammed the ground hard, carrying her directly into the air.

After all, the final criterion for judging this game is who reaches the finish line first, not who beats whom.

However, just as he leaped into the air, the small storm behind the Ark suddenly erupted, bending directly and whipping towards Ascalon in mid-air like the wings of a feathered beast!

"Varied……"

Caught off guard, Askalon could only cross her huge arms in front of her to block the impact of the storm. Although this protected her from injury, there was no doubt that the round stool had already landed on the ground before her. Askalon stepped on the defensive magic disc erected by Galatron in the air and kept jumping, and finally landed safely on the track.

Looking at the stool that had fallen to the ground and even broken into pieces, Ascalon knew that he had been eliminated no matter what.

The power displayed by the Ark made all the audience present drop their jaws.

Controlling the power of a storm was something unheard of. Even though some operators' Originium skills were related to wind and lightning, they couldn't claim that they could use their Originium skills to create a storm of that scale and use it for propulsion.

Those who had previously had their eyes sparkling with brilliance at Galatron's appearance, now widened their eyes at the power displayed by the Ark, and silently added another thing to what they had just recorded in their minds: Rhodes Island's tactical commander's military strength should not be underestimated, and he is extremely dangerous.

However, when they were spying on Ark and other elite operators, they did not notice that Kal'tsit in the audience was also silently spying on them.

Only Logos and Sharp were left in the front. Facing the Ark flapping its storm wings behind them, Logos and Sharp looked at each other, and then nodded in tacit understanding.

"Did you see that? Did you see that? At this moment, Logos and Sharp, who were in first place, looked at each other and nodded as if they had telepathically understood each other. Could it be that the eighth contestant, Doctor, who had come in late, was so powerful that they felt they were too much to handle, so they decided to team up and defeat Doctor together before deciding the outcome between them?"

However, Klucie's enthusiastic commentary didn't affect her appreciation for the two operators. After a mutual glance, just when everyone in the audience thought Logos and Sharp were about to join forces...

"boom!"

"penetrate!"

The roar of the air cannon and the elegant words written by the drum pen in the air shocked everyone. They were stunned that Logos and Sharp did not decide to unite to fight against the Doctor but instead turned their weapons against each other!

"Anyway, with the Doctor in this state, neither of us can get the first place, so we might as well just focus on deciding the second place!"

"That makes sense."

The collision of the air cannon and the bone pen spell made the entire track filled with a more deafening bombardment than the previous noisy sound on the track.

However, just as the two of them began to confront each other, Fang Zhou had already arrived behind them.

"You have a clear understanding of yourselves, and the Doctor is pleased to see that.

But your actions made the Doctor very unhappy."

"!!!"

The two men raised their heads in a hurry, but what they saw was no longer Fang Zhou's helmeted face, but layers of storms.

Chapter 139: Police Use of Xiu Majia and the Theft in the Slums

"Logos, OUT! Sharp, OUT!"

Following Kal'sil's clear announcement, Logos and Sharp fell to the ground helplessly. Their round stools fell to the ground behind them, swaying back and forth and making creaking sounds.

pat.

Folding the wings of the storm, the Ark suddenly looked back.

Logos fell to the ground and looked at him unwillingly.

"My, my trophy..."

"..."