294 Main Team Loses at the Star (1/2)

Two days later, the skies were clear and the full-armor combat competition was held as scheduled.

The clubhouse dispatched a car and delivered Roland and the others to the venue, and also lent them rather nice full-body armor suits to use.

For free.

They already came up with the name of their team.

Northern Barbarian Fish, or NBF.

The arena was placed in a soccer stadium in the south of Jingnan and then separated by a dozen or so tournament sections.

Since they were taking up the slots of the teams belonging to the clubhouse, they were considered official participants, but they were also the secondary team on the slots.

And according to the contract, they had to give half of their winnings to the club if they won.

None of this mattered.

The F6 members all made a lot of money in the game, and even if they won the championship in five-player team battles, the prize money was only a mere 50,000 RMB. With half of it paid to the clubhouse, divided amongst six or seven people, less than 5,000 remained for each person, so they didn't even care for it.

Entering the interior of the stadium from the players' tunnel, the ones who walked in front were naturally the main team's players, while Roland and the others followed behind.

As for the armor and weapons, there were naturally students from the clubhouse who volunteered to help transport them.

This kind of thing was normally not required for the players to do. After all, they had to keep their stamina up before the match.

Today's team match was 5v5, each team having several substitutes.

This was why one of the F6 members had to be a substitute like Qi Shaoqiu.

Roland originally wanted to be a substitute—after all, he was a Mage in the game, and he definitely didn't have as much melee experience as the others. However, Husseret said, ”Not to mention melee experience, I don't even have much frontal combat experience. You should go on. Besides, you've been practicing miaodao for half a year, you're much better than me.”

Husseret was a Rogue in the game, good at ambushing people from behind, and it was true that he hadn't fought many frontal battles.

Originally, Qi Shaoqiu also wanted to go on the field, but during a few drills yesterday, he found that his addition to F6 not only did not improve the overall combat power but also became a drag.

The F6 members were all childhood friends, familiar with each other and well-coordinated. After he came on, he destroyed that coordination.

This was why he was willing to be a substitute.

After all, Qi Shaoqiu wasn't the kind of person who had to play in a match. He just didn't want to see his countrymen keep getting beaten in such games without taking any enemies down in a lost battle.

He wanted to contribute.

There were quite a few people at this full-armor combat tournament.

Although this event was very niche, a month ago, the domestic event hosts still did a lot of publicity work. Plus, Jinan was a large city with millions of people, so no matter how non-mainstream the tournament was, as long as the promotion was in place, it could still pull in a sizable audience.

Most importantly, admission tickets were free.

Roland and the others were in the players' room and saw that there was already a vast crowd outside.

Looking around the large football field, Roland calculated what spells he would have to use and how much magic he would have to expend to get rid of the thousands of people in one go.

The others also looked at the sea of people in a less than friendly manner, all subconsciously considering how they should react if they encountered so many enemies.

The only one who seemed milder was Husseret, who was probably thinking about whether he could find any secret doors here, obtain any treasures, and so on. This was why he had no murderous aura.

In short, being fresh out of the game, a lot of their instincts hadn't been fully restrained.

A few people from the main team accidentally saw the look in Roland's eyes and froze, then subconsciously gulped.

They felt that something didn't seem right with the second team.

The routine leader's speech was short, less than five minutes, and then began the routine lottery to select numbers.

After that, the game started straight away; it wasn't anything too tedious.

Roland and the others were assigned number twenty-seven, the second group to take the field.

The main team drew the number nine, and they were in the first group of matches.