200 Fatal Weakness (2/2)

Bench Guy could count as useful companion, but compared the handfuls of players and golden combos, he was not enough. To win this game, they had mainly relied on Bench Guy’s strong aid, Charles’ fast reaction, Bai Xi’ supernormal performance...But in the end, they just won the game with despicable tricks.

If the enemy in the next round put in every effort to keep steady at the beginning and avoided strategic mistakes that Modifications had made, they definitely would not lose. After all, they had obvious advantages.

The number of players itself was an impassable moat and a fatal weakness. It was also a weakness that Ye Qingxuan could not avoid. He was not afraid to compete with technique or brain, but muscles…

Ye Qingxuan had learned with the exhaustive method. He gave up on illusory feelings and chose to study with the interpretation method. It was more difficult and he learned more slowly because of this, but he was confident in his technique.

This was the benefit of the interpretation method—as long as one mastered it, one could never go wrong. But he was very afraid of the situation at hand!

Since his debut, he had never fought face to face unless he had absolutely no other way. On the one hand, it was because sneaky attacks worked well; on the other hand, he truly lacked the skills…So if he had to fight face to face without any equipment on his body, he would definitely die. But if he wore the set of steel skeleton and Indra’s Eye, it would be like he was declaring to Avalon that he was Sherlock Holmes.

”This sucks.” Ye Qingxuan sighed and covered his face. ”This feeling of being stuck really sucks.”

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In the current competition, the hot contenders for the final victory were all from the four major schools. Two teams were from Modifications, one from Summoning, two of Revelations, and one team from Royalty. In addition to these six powerful teams, practically armed to the teeth, there was also a faculty team and a team of students.

After the first round of selection, a total of more than thirty teams successfully extracted credits from their opponents and qualified. But when everyone looked at the current list, they involuntarily looked at the bottom of the list—Music History’s team, five players.

Every time they saw this name, the students who had passed the last round of trials could not help but feel a strong sense of uneasiness. This name had been forced to the bottom, but they always felt that it would be like the last round of trials, and suddenly soar to the top, trampling over everyone else.

One must say that this feeling was really bad.

Really, really bad.

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”You saw this round of matches. Do you have any ideas?” A disembodied voice rang out around Bart. It was Ingmar’s voice.

At the moment, Ingmar was still sitting on the bleachers, seeming to focus on watching the game without a word. But his voice sounded from the void, coming from all directions, as if he was wandering in the room. His voice was deep and clear.

This was a skill of the School of Revelations. They mastered information, as well as nearly all means of communication. Once a Revelations musician reached the Scepter level, they could even send their voice over thousands of miles.

Today's worldwide communication network had been created by alchemists from both the School of Revelations and Modifications. Most of the functions of the aether ball were drawn from the music of Revelations as well.

After hearing the professor's question, Bart mused for a moment and reported the names of several teams. ”These people will be our main competition, as well as Banner. It’ll be difficult for us to win if the School of Royalty prepares to cultivate Banner, and if Gavin uses the power of the student council to help his brother.”

”Of course. The School of Royalty’s status in Anglo is unshakable. You’re a freshman this year. Don't think about touching them yet,” Ingmar said lightly. ”What you need to do in this trial is to show your potential. Let the school board see that, and put you in the list of seeds. Later, in order to suppress the civilian musicians, the board will be biased toward the seed students. You have to seize this chance. I’ll tell our graduates of this year to cooperate with you.”

”I promise.”

”Good. But remember; don’t let those crooked guys swagger in front of you.”

Bart naturally understood who Ingmar was talking about. He subconsciously cracked his knuckles and his expression darkened. ”I saw their game. If we meet on the field, I’ll let them understand the gap between us.”

”So you’re confident?” Ingmar asked lightly, taking a seemingly-unintentional jab at him. ”Even now, you haven’t won that Eastern kid even once, have you? You were defeated by him. He made you lose your dignity and face.”

Bart lowered his head and gritted his teeth, his expression unpleased. ”Yes, sir.”

”Then how can you have the confidence to beat them?”

”Strength and skills, sir,” Bart said. ”Those musicians can never catch up with the Revelations’ heritage and strength—not even in their dreams. No matter if it’s the practice of all aspects, the materials offered, or the teaching of precious movements, we all have the advantage. Moreover, they have a fatal weakness.”