Chapter 2142 Hard Fight
The difference in strength was so obvious that everyone was surprised.
On the other hand, the Fairy Queen and Taylor looked calm and indifferent, as if they had already expected this ending.
Lulu and Lucy, the twin shooters, stood slumped on the arena, lost, confused, and helpless. They were like rabbits lost in the dark, panicked and at a loss.
After a long time, the girl let go of her hand, dropped the broken crossbow on the ground, and looked desperately towards the end of the auditorium.
At the end, there were the contestants who were about to take the field. Among them, there was a person who they both relied on and regarded as their life.
Emily, the president of the Rose Corps who was regarded as life by Lulu and Lucy, was sitting quietly in her seat at this moment, looking at the two women indifferently, neither criticizing nor comforting, just like that quietly Looking at the ground.
After looking at each other for three minutes, Lulu turned her head and sighed deeply: "We surrender."
There was no applause, no cheers, and no boos.
The first test ended hastily in an atmosphere of silence.
After gathering the arrows and clearing the arena, the second test is about to begin.
This time the Destroyer's opponent was replaced by the Vice-President of the Rose Legion.
This is an older woman, whose strength is said to be on par with Emily's and who has extremely rich combat experience.
Before Emily was promoted to president, she was already the vice-president of the Rose Legion. It can be said that most of the credit for Emily being where she is today must be attributed to her.
The profession of the vice president is slightly similar to that of Phoenix. They are both special professions. At the same time, they also rely on fists and feet to make a living.
The difference is that Phoenix relies on brute force in most cases, while the vice president relies on skills.
Speaking of which, the vice president's professional name is very common even on the blue planet - judoka.
After the two sides greeted each other, they got ready for war.
As soon as the whistle blew, the vice-president rushed over, as fierce as a tiger.
The expellers put up a defensive posture, holding a shield in one hand and a sword in the other, and remained motionless to face the onslaught.
Looking at the vice-president again, he didn't have any scruples at all. He still quickened his pace and rushed forward, as if he wanted to suppress everything in this collision.
Going all out and making a desperate move is purely a gambler's approach and completely inconsistent with the style of the usually calm vice-president.
What's wrong with her?
Could it be that he was stimulated by the fiasco of Lulu and Lucy?
impossible!
I was just wondering when I saw the vice-president who was only two meters away from the expulsioner. Suddenly he moved, his knees slightly bent, his forward speed suddenly slowed down, and his feet also changed from the initial speed. Running turned into sliding.
The sudden change made the Expeller unable to cope with it, and it went down instantly.
However, all this only happened for a second. After one second, the expeller came to his senses, but it was already too late.
Because in this brief second, the vice-president had firmly grasped the expeller's wrists.
The next second, I saw her rising into the air, bringing the Destroyer up into the air, and then crossing her legs, tightly clamping the Destroyer's legs and fixing its body.
Then, it hit the ground hard in a rotating manner.
With a loud bang, the hard floor tiles of the arena were smashed, and spider web-shaped cracks with a radius of two meters spread out around the expeller's head.
With a successful blow, the vice president jumped up and quickly moved away from the scene.
Sure enough, just as she jumped out of the destroyer's attack range, a big steel hand stretched out and grabbed the vice president's position just now.
Although the grasp was empty, judging from the sound made when the fingertips collided with the edge of the palm, if the grasp was correct, the vice-president's leg would definitely not be healed. Even if the bones were not broken, the leg muscles would be damaged. Was hit hard.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat from my temples, and secretly praised him in my heart: He is indeed a veteran vice president, with rich combat experience.
Afterwards, the vice-president repeated his old tricks again, successfully grabbing the expeller several times and beating him until he rolled on the ground, but with little effect.
After being thrown and beaten for more than ten minutes, the expulsioner climbed up from the broken floor tiles as if nothing happened, still putting on a defensive posture and stopping quietly.
If I hadn't seen it swinging its sword from time to time, or grabbing something from the void, I would have suspected that the attack instructions were not conveyed in place.
"The Vice Chairman has more combat experience than many national forces."
Suddenly, this sentence rang in my ears.
Turning around, he saw the person in charge of the arena.
"Since she has so much combat experience, why didn't she advance to the national force?"
"Insufficient potential." The general manager sighed regretfully: "If it weren't for the lack of potential, the vice president would have been the president long ago."
"What a pity" I said with regret.
During the conversation, the battle situation escalated again. The vice president, who had been grabbing and beating the destroyers, changed his tactics again, from beating to throwing.
At the same time, her previously confident expression gradually faded, and an increasingly serious look accumulated between her brows.
"The vice-president lost," the general manager said regretfully.
"Did you come to a conclusion so quickly?"
The general manager nodded firmly.
"What's the basis?"
He thought for a while and said: "From falling and throwing on his back, to constantly throwing, it seems that the vice president is constantly changing his tactics, but in fact he is hiding a secret."
"Oh? Hidden secret?"
"That's right," the general manager sighed, "The vice-president must have discovered something and had to change the tactics."
"What did you find?" I asked with a smile.
The person in charge of "Time" pondered for a few seconds and suddenly said: "The time of contact, the time that the vice-president is in contact with the puppet mecha is getting shorter and shorter!"
"What does this mean?" I asked.
"It means that the vice-president may have noticed that the puppet mecha has become accustomed to her attack method. If it continues to maintain long-term physical contact, the vice-president is likely to be caught by it and severely damaged with a single blow!"
"Your analysis is very accurate" I praised: "If you are an adventurer, you will definitely become a very good commander in a certain guild."
The person in charge of "The Elder's Misanthropy" said humbly: "My strength is insufficient and my potential is limited. If I become an adventurer, my future prospects will be limited. It is not as valuable as practicing medical skills to treat illnesses and save people while managing the arena."
"That's right, everyone has his or her own ambitions."
I smiled and interrupted the conversation.
On the arena, the vice-president has gradually shown signs of decline. Although her movements are still as smooth and her moves are still as fast, the time she touches the Destroyer is getting shorter and shorter, and the number of times she grabs is getting less and less.
Another twenty minutes passed, and she could no longer find a chance to touch the Destroyer.
The Destroyer's reaction speed has also changed from slow at the beginning to rapid. As long as the Vice-Guild Leader bullies it, it can immediately respond with attacks, and its position is quite precise.
It's the calves every time.