"Team Wuji! Win!"

With one fatal blow, Zhao Jianwu turned into light and returned to the ranks of the science and technology team, and the referee's announcement also fell.

"I'm sorry, I really didn't expect that there was such a trick on the other side."

Zhao Jianwu, who had regained his body shape, was no longer metallized, and he rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment and apologized.

"Uncle Zhao, what are you talking about? Winning and losing are normal things. There is nothing to apologize for."

Lin Yu quickly comforted his frustrated father-in-law. After all, he had even deceived his daughter, so he couldn't turn a cold shoulder just because he lost a game.

"Dad, I'm going to help you find your place."

Zhao Xiaolu was even more decisive. He raised his little fist and squeezed it. He glanced at Lin Yu, and with Lin Yu's acquiescence, he walked into the center of the arena in a loud voice.

"Do you still have the hand cannon like just now? If you have the ability, come and fight me!"

Entering the arena, Zhao Xiaolu waved to the rest of the Wuji team domineeringly.

My father, I have no problem bullying him no matter what, but others can’t! I said so!

"Who's going?"

Several members of Team Wuji looked at each other and finally landed on Xiang Tu, the Arrow of Winter.

"You expect me, an archery expert, to fight against the firepower of a group of armies?"

Xiang Tu wiped his nose angrily, rolled his eyes and didn't move: "Isn't there an archery guy on the opposite side? I'll fight him, but I'll leave this to you."

After the entire national competition, the reputation of the two husband-and-wife arms maniacs on the Science and Technology Team was really great.

In terms of lethality alone, he thought he would not be worse than Zhao Xiaolu, but he was cheating. The dark energy was endless and inexhaustible, and with the wave of his hand, there were thunders and electromagnetic cannons. How could it be possible to fight head-on with firepower?

Comparable.

"How about I go?"

Sky-skimming Wings Cheng Yuxing spoke up in consultation.

He is one of the only fifth-level combatants in the Wuji team. Wei Wuji and Cheng Yuxing have two fifth-level combatants. They have an advantage against the technology team where only the prop master is suspected to be able to match the fifth level.

"Let's let Xiaohe go. There are two people in the science and technology team who have never been out of the game. Although their past performance may not pose much of a threat, the prop master is in a special situation after all. It is inevitable that they will not get a set of exoskeleton armor for them."

Wei Wuji shook his head and made his final conclusion.

Regardless of his charisma or strength, his captaincy was undeniable, so the others immediately stopped talking and Wang He, the Stagnant One, walked towards the arena.

"thunder……"

The referee announced the start of the game, but Wang He didn't see any movement. Zhao Xiaolu was just about to start with a thunderbolt, but suddenly got stuck.

It's not a complete freeze, but it's like a slow-playing movie scene, with both body movements and sounds being stretched and delayed.

On the opposite side was Wang He, whose exposed skin was bulging with veins and red. He dragged a two-handed sword diagonally and rushed towards Zhao Xiaolu.

Boom!

Since only the somatosensory time was adjusted, which would basically make people's perception and reaction slower, Zhao Xiaolu's Thunder Prison was finally released, and the Thunder would not be slowed down.

"Over the limit!"

Seeing countless thunders coming down, Wang He's eyes also burst into countless bloodshot eyes, his body groaned as if overwhelmed, and the skin and capillaries in many places burst.

In contrast, his speed and reaction increased to a terrifying level.

This is to adjust one's own somatosensory time, causing one's own illusions, ignoring the human body's safety protection mechanism, and completely squeezing out mobility far beyond the limit.

After all, he is also an awakened person with a third-level physical fitness. At this time, he has broken through the limits of the human body and squeezed it. His speed can be imagined. Coupled with the reflexes brought by the extension of the somatosensory time, he can dodge all the lightning strikes left and right.

Click, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of Zhao Xiaolu, swinging the giant sword with both hands and slashing down without mercy. The momentum brought by the blood-covered appearance seemed to be that he was desperately chopping down the enemy of life and death.

However, Zhao Xiaolu's seemingly stagnant face gradually revealed a sinister smile.

"Iron Sand Prison!"

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Xiaolu seemed to have broken free from Wang He's control of the somatosensory time, and flew backwards and sideways out of thin air to dodge the slashing blow. He let out a cute roar, and the entire arena ground rioted.

The earth shook, the mountains shook, the earth dragons rolled, and countless tiny metal particles broke out of the earth and gathered together, turning into a black sand ball and completely surrounding Wanghe.

"Thunder!"

“Microwave furnace!”

This time, Zhao Xiaolu used all his tricks to suppress the situation. After the iron sand imprisoned Wang He, thunderbolts burst out again and hit the iron sand ball. Countless electric sparks snaked endlessly, directly hitting the iron sand ball.

Become an electric ball.

That's not all, the most cruel thing is... microwave heating. I remember seeing Lin Yu try this method when she was with Zhao Xiaolu again, but I never expected that she would secretly develop such a cruel trick.

Originally, the iron sand ball had turned red and slightly melted and condensed under the constant lightning strikes. Coupled with the microwave heating inside the iron ball...

"Even I don't know when this little girl came up with these tricks..."

Lin Yu felt a faint chill on his back, and he seemed to be able to smell the aroma of barbecue even from a distance.

It is simply sinful for a dark-hearted girl with a clear mind to have the all-purpose power of controlling electricity. If he hadn't been somewhat capable, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to resist domestic violence in the future.

"Good son-in-law, now you know what I'm going through, Uncle Zhao, right? Take this girl home quickly, then you can control her."

Zhao Jianwu looked pitifully at the iron ball that was screaming incessantly from the center of the field, sighed, and patted Lin Yu's shoulder with a heartfelt word.

"Ahem, are you sure I won't be the one who takes you home and suffers?"

Lin Yu expressed some emptiness.

"Which aspect are you referring to?"

Zhao Jianwu's eyes moved downwards intentionally or unintentionally.

"..."

The driver of this car was caught off guard. It was my old father-in-law. How much do you want to send your daughter away?

It's a pity that Lin Yu didn't know that the person Zhao Xiaolu was developing his abilities and trying out was his father, otherwise he wouldn't have had such doubts.

"We admit defeat! Miss Zhao, please stop!"

When several members of Team Wuji heard the increasingly ferocious and painful screams inside the iron ball, their expressions changed slightly and they hurriedly ran out.

This is the first time a surrender has occurred in the national competition. After all, no one will die in the real illusion and there will be no consumption. For hero anchors who often fight, it is normal to suffer some injuries.

But the current situation is different. Being locked in an iron ball and being electrocuted, being burned with a high-temperature iron ball cannon, and being heated by microwaves, just thinking about it is enough to make people feel chills. This is not a battle, it is just torture.

No matter how much pain a person can endure, there is a limit.

"Hug... I'm sorry, the situation is urgent and I really can't hold back."

At the end of the game, everything in the real illusion was restored. Zhao Xiaolu didn't look very good either. He apologized to several members of the Promise Team with a slightly pale face.

After all, she was a young girl, and she didn't feel very comfortable when she personally used such torture techniques, and she was dealing with Team Promise, who she barely had any friendship with.

But just now, I really couldn't think so much. Wang He controlled her somatosensory time, causing his reaction to slow down to the extreme. He relied on brain overclocking to barely offset part of the impact, but he could only subconsciously change the originally conceived plan.
Chapter completed!