Mu Xue and Mu Xue

The second two-on-two match officially began. The two players from the Noble Academy seemed quite mediocre compared to their opponents.

Jiang Hu Meng and Jiang He Meng cooperated well with each other. They understood each other's intentions when their eyes met. They were agile, their moves were swift, and the connections between their moves were smooth. They did not give their opponents any chance to breathe and quickly won the second game with absolute advantage.

Cheers and sighs were intertwined on the field, but in this lively atmosphere, Lin Mo was full of anxiety. His eyes were fixed on the motionless Seven Thunder Wheel, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, dripping onto the ground and splashing tiny water droplets.

Until the end of the second game, the Seven Thunder Wheel remained as silent as death, without any response, as if it had fallen into an endless sleep.

Lin Mo was extremely anxious, but he had no idea what to do. At this point, he gritted his teeth and had to bite the bullet. With a heart full of trepidation, he walked directly towards the ring with slightly heavy steps.

At this moment, he is like a lone warrior. He knows that the road ahead is full of thorns, but he has no choice but to move forward.

The two-quarter-hour halftime break passed by like a flash, and soon it was time for the crucial third seven-on-seven match.

Lin Mo stood in the audience, his hands clenched tightly, his knuckles turning white. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his turbulent emotions, and then followed the crowd, slowly walking towards the arena that would decide his fate.

"Prepare for battle!"

The referee's powerful voice echoed throughout the stadium, followed by "3!

2!

1!

start! "

The command came down like thunder.

As soon as the referee finished speaking, the people from Dragon and Tiger Academy rushed forward shouting like hungry tigers pouncing on their prey. There was ferocity and eagerness in their eyes, and their steps were fast and aggressive.

And what about the Noble College?

But he was like an old monk in meditation, just standing there quietly, motionless, with the expression on his face as calm as water, without any ripples, forming a sharp contrast with the restlessness in Dragon and Tiger Academy.

"It seems that I can't hide my strength anymore!"

Ye Shanyu, who was rushing in the front, shouted loudly, his voice was like a bell, making the air around him buzz.

The broadsword in his hand, which originally looked ordinary and unremarkable, seemed to have awakened a mysterious power in an instant. Its original color quickly faded, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a gray-white broadsword emitting a cold aura.

A look of determination flashed in Ye Shanyu's eyes. He jumped high in an instant, his body as agile as an eagle. Then he drew a sharp arc in the air and slammed the big knife in his hand directly into the ground.

In an instant, a magical scene appeared.

The surface of the arena, which was originally very hard and strong enough to withstand a thousand pounds of force, suddenly grew dozens of strangely shaped trees as if it were cast under a spell.

These trees were not the usual vibrant green trees, but were completely bare. Every branch exuded a grayish-white color full of withering and decay, as if they were dead trees that had broken out from the depths of hell.

Although they exude an air of decay, their bodies are surprisingly strong. These trees are much stronger than the trees that have grown for decades. Just looking at them, they look like old trees that have experienced a hundred years of wind and rain.

These withered trees each have their own uses.

Some grew in front of Yun Yuyao and Yan Liyu at the back, like an indestructible barrier to block the incoming surge of attacks;

Some of them grew behind the people in the aristocratic academy, like an invisible net, making them seem to have nowhere to escape.

For a moment, from the outside, it seemed that the balance of victory had instantly tilted towards the Dragon and Tiger Academy. Seeing this, everyone in the Dragon and Tiger Academy showed smug smiles on their faces and their shouts became louder and louder.

However, faced with this seemingly desperate situation, the people in the Noble Academy did not show any panic at all.

They still had calm expressions, even a hint of contempt in their eyes, as they quietly watched the ferocious movements of these "little ants" from the Dragon and Tiger Academy.

They did not launch any active attacks or flee in panic, but just defended calmly. No matter how fierce the opponent's attack was, they were neither hurried nor slow, just raised the weapons in their hands, or dodged sideways, or blocked with shields, defending, defending, and defending again.

At this moment, a melodious and slightly strange flute sound was heard, and the graceful melody flowed in the air.

At this time, everyone in the Noble Academy still had no extra expression on their faces, as if the flute sound had nothing to do with them.

The one playing the flute was Yun Yuyao. She opened her red lips slightly, and the song "Ambush from All Sides" flowed through the flute holes.

Yes, she had a plan in mind, hoping to use the sound of the flute to control the mysterious woman who appeared in the first scene, and thus turn the tide of the battle. However, to her disappointment, she failed.

A chill gradually rose in her heart, because she clearly saw that the woman was as still as a rock under the powerful sound waves of "Ten Sides of Ambush" she played, and was not affected at all.

However, Yun Yuyao did not show any surprise on her face. She raised her chin slightly, and her eyes showed some understanding.

As a master who is well versed in the art of musical control, she knows very well that although her song "Ambush from All Sides" is extremely powerful and can disturb people's minds and manipulate emotions, its biggest opponent is those who have no fear in their hearts and can remain calm and composed in the face of any situation.

People like this seem to have an indestructible barrier in their hearts, and no matter how strong the sound waves are, they can hardly penetrate it.

Since this approach was blocked, Yun Yuyao's eyes flashed, and she made a prompt decision to change the target directly, changing the object of control of the flute sound to another opponent.

She turned lightly, and the tune of the flute suddenly changed, winding towards a new target.

However, a moment later, reality dealt her another heavy blow. Under the impact of the sound waves, the second person still stood upright and moved freely, with no signs of being controlled at all.

Yun Yuyao's eyebrows arched, a hint of stubbornness flashed in her eyes. She refused to believe anything and thought to herself, "I just don't believe I can't find any flaws in you!"

So, she gritted her teeth and quickly changed several opponents one after another. The flute sounds crisscrossed in the air, weaving into an invisible net, trying to catch one of them.

But even after she tried her last opponent, the situation on the field remained the same. Her flute music was like a stone sinking into the sea, without causing any waves or achieving any effect.

The high-intensity blowing caused Yun Yuyao's star power to be rapidly depleted as if a floodgate had been opened.

At this moment, she felt a wave of weakness surge into her heart like a tide, her legs went soft, and she squatted weakly on the ground.

Her eyes were filled with confusion and reluctance, and a series of questions rushed into her mind: "Why doesn't it work?

Don’t those people on the other side feel any fear?

Can you be calm? ?

Are they all stronger than my mental strength? ? "

At this moment, Yun Yuyao's heart was filled with countless question marks. She racked her brains but could not figure out what the reason behind this was.

Not far from her, Yan Liyu also had a frown on his face and a serious look in his eyes.

He and Yun Yuyao have a clear division of labor in the team. Both are responsible for output in the back. Yun Yuyao controls the battle situation with the help of flute music and displays control techniques, while he relies on his superb pill throwing skills to provide support from the rear. At the critical moment, he throws out special pills to either psychedelic or paralyze the opponent to help control the situation.

Yan Liyu's hands were as fast as lightning, and the pills drew arcs in the air and flew towards the opponent accurately.

However, after a while, he also discovered the same tricky problem as Yun Yuyao: those pills clearly hit the target accurately, but the opponent acted as if nothing had happened and continued to act as usual, with no sign that the pills were taking effect.

Yan Liyu paused, still holding a pill in his hand. He was full of suspicion and slowly stopped what he was doing.

He began to fall into deep thought, muttering to himself, "Did I take the wrong pill?"

As he spoke, he did not forget to lower his head, took out a pill and placed it in his palm, looking at it carefully, and repeatedly confirming, "No? Why doesn't it work?" He looked as if he was trying to find a flaw in the invisibility magic cast on the pill.

At this moment, there was an eerie silence on the field.

The other people from the Dragon and Tiger Academy didn't dare to act rashly. They stood aside at a distance, whispering to each other, but their eyes were always fixed on the people from the Noble Academy, wondering in their hearts: What's going on with these people?

They had seen how powerful the woman standing in the front was. Every move she made was filled with deadly threats. They knew they could not win in a contest of strength. At this moment, they could only hope to outsmart her, watch from the sidelines, wait for the opportunity, and try to find a glimmer of hope from the opponent's flaws.