Crown of Silence

Chapter 209 Fatal Weakness

Within the next fifteen minutes, almost everyone in the Academy of Change started attacking as if they were desperately trying.

This group of guys seemed to be desperate for their lives, putting life and death at risk, risking their own dignity and credits, and working hard without any regard for their own safety.

When he looked at Le Shi Department, his eyes were like looking at the enemy who killed his father.

So angry, so sad. Paired with a sad song, it is simply a great revenge epic.

The turbulent ether burned most of the stadium to scorched earth, and the remaining place was full of debris. Even the goals on both sides were crooked and almost flattened by James' self-destructive attack.

Unfortunately, it's still of no use.

Leshi, who was leading by two points, directly guarded the goal with all their members, and then...that bastard, Charles, directly froze the goal into an oversized ice block.

There are also stool brothers outside who are adding bricks and mortar, and the scene covers how to build battlefield fortifications. It is a model and standard. Even the most picky teacher can only nod and praise when he comes here.

This skill has earned the Music History Department a lot of popularity.

In the end, with the sharp whistle of the referee, the most humiliating game in the history of the Royal Academy of Music finally came to an end.

it's over……

Everyone in the audience couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief, feeling grateful to have survived the disaster. In this short game, all of them felt that their outlook on life was strongly stimulated and impacted.

In just ten minutes, the lower limit was penetrated four or five times. When the whistle blew, these guys were almost numb.

The looks that looked at the Leshi department were even more strange.

There was surprise, contempt, and part of it was faint fear.

No matter what, a grandma who doesn't care for her uncle and a music history department, four people and a dog, faced off against the seeded team of Change Academy, and they were able to win with a score of 2:0.

Although the means were despicable and shameless, in the end, he won.

Winning is a miracle.

It can be called a classic victory of the weak against the strong, which shocked many people secretly. They looked at the young people hugging each other and cheering in the field, and they couldn't help but look in awe.

In the stadium, Bai Xi was already excitedly hugging Lao Fei, cheering in various ways, running around and screaming. Ye Qingxuan looked at her excitement from a distance and smiled without saying a word.

Behind him, Charles patted Brother Stool on the shoulder: "Thank you. Sorry, I doubted you before."

"I just did my duty." Brother Shit smiled and didn't care: "Besides, aren't I already trusted now?"

Charles sighed and looked at Brother Stool with a complicated look: "Hey, you are not a saint, are you?"

He always felt that he was so dazzled by the light emanating from Brother Stool that he couldn't open his eyes: Could this be the legendary brilliance of humanity?

"Don't you care at all about being doubted and mistrusted?"

Hearing this, Brother Shizi shrugged slightly after a moment of silence, "Maybe, I'm just used to it."

-

Just at the exit, Ye Qingxuan saw James who had been waiting for a long time in front of him.

Seeing Ye Qingxuan coming over, James snorted coldly, threw away his companion who was supporting him, limped forward, and said hoarsely:

"Don't be too happy, it's only a two-point lead."

Ye Qingxuan looked up at his gloomy expression, but he was not stressed at all. He just spread his hands and said, "Two points is still a win."

James suddenly wanted to hit someone, gritted his teeth and growled: "I want to see how far you can go with that despicable method."

Ye Qingxuan laughed and finally patted him on the shoulder: "Don't think so much. Although you lost the game, you won friendship!"

Friendship is a ghost! Winning the hatred is not bad!

But that didn't stop Ye Qingxuan from chasing after his words of 'friendship first, competition second'.

It's true that there's nothing to take advantage of by talking about it, but there's no harm in taking advantage of it.

Behind him, James roared angrily: "You won't be proud for long! It's impossible to win the final victory with despicable means!"

Hearing his voice, Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but laugh softly.

"Win? Who said we want to win?"

That's right, from the very beginning, Ye Qingxuan's goal in this round of trials was not to win, but to 'not lose'.

Just look at the lineup of the Music History Department:

A loser who has been stuck in the rhythm level for eight or nine years, Ye Qingxuan who has just entered the rhythm level and is laying the foundation, and Bai Xi, a little girl who has no interest in musicians at all and skips school.

and a dog.

Although Brother Stool can be called a strong support, compared with the vast number of candidates and golden combinations in other departments, it is not enough.

They were able to win this game because of the strong support from Brother Shit, Xia Er's flexibility, and Bai Xi's extraordinary performance...

But in the final analysis, they won this game by being shameless.

If the enemy in the next round goes all out and fights steadily from the beginning, they will never lose as long as there are no major strategic mistakes like the one made by the Change Academy.

After all, the hard power is there.

The number of people itself is an insurmountable barrier and a fatal shortcoming. This is also a weakness that Ye Qingxuan has been unable to avoid.

He is not afraid of competitions with skills, nor is he afraid of competitions with brains. He is afraid of competitions with muscles...

Ye Qingxuan relied on the exhaustive method to get started, abandoning the ethereal feeling, and chose to study the experience through the interpretive method. It is a bit more difficult, and the speed of getting started is much slower, but he has never been afraid of anyone in terms of technique.

This is the advantage of the interpretation method. As long as you know it well, you will never make mistakes.

But now he is afraid of this kind of head-on situation!

Since his debut, he has never had the habit of fighting openly and honestly unless he is forced to do anything.

On the one hand, it's because the sap is effective, and on the other hand, it's because of his limited strength... If he doesn't bring any equipment to gongs and drums in front of him, it's just like delivering food.

But once he puts on the iconic set of iron bones and Indra's eyes, he will undoubtedly announce to the entire Avalon: "Sherlock Holmes is me."

"It really hurts."

Ye Qingxuan sighed, covered his face and sighed: "This feeling of being unable to advance or retreat."

-

In the current competition, the favorite teams to win the championship all come from the four major branches, including two teams from the Academy of Change, one from the Academy of Summoning, two from the Academy of Revelation, and one from the Royal School.

In addition to these six strong teams, which can be said to be armed to the teeth, there are other scattered teams that are self-sufficient within the department, as well as teams formed among students.

After the first round of selection, a total of more than thirty teams successfully squeezed points from their opponents and advanced. However, when everyone looked at the current list, they couldn't help but look at the one at the bottom of the list.

——The music history team, 5 people.

Whenever they see this name, the students who have passed the last round of trials can't help but feel lingering fear, and a strong sense of uneasiness emerges in their hearts.

Obviously this name has been stepped on to the bottom, but they always feel that it will be like the last round of trials, rising rapidly, stepping on everyone's heads and standing on top of them.

I have to say, this feels very bad.

And it's bad.

-

"You have also watched this round of competition. Do you have any thoughts?"

Around Bart, a disembodied voice sounded.

That was Ingmar's voice. At this moment, Ingmar was still sitting in the stands, seemingly observing the game intently without saying a word. But his voice sounded from the void, coming from all directions, as if it was wandering in the room, low and clear.

This is the method of the Revelation School. They have information and almost all means of communication. After reaching the scepter level, a musician can even transmit sounds thousands of miles away.

The communication network that now covers the entire world was set up by the alchemists of the Revelation School and the Change School. Most of the functions in the etheric sphere are borrowed from the music of the Revelation School.

After hearing the teacher's question, Bart pondered for a moment and then announced the names of several teams: "These people will be our strong enemies, and there will also be Banner. If the Royal School prepares to train Banner, and Gavin mobilizes the student union If I use my strength to help my brother, I’m afraid it will be difficult for us to win.”

"This is natural. In Angru, the status of the Royal School cannot be shaken. You are a freshman this year, so don't think about touching the Royal School's brows."

Ingmar said calmly, "Your purpose is to show your talents in this trial, so that the school committee can see your potential and be included in the 'seed' list.

Next, in order to suppress civilian musicians, the school committee will allocate most of its resources to seed students. You have to seize this opportunity. I will ask this year's graduates of the Institute of Revelation to coordinate with you. "

"I promise."

"Very good. But don't forget, don't let those guys who uphold crooked ways show off their power in front of you."

Bart naturally knew who Ingmar was talking about.

He subconsciously pinched his joints and his expression became gloomy: "I have watched their games. If we meet on the field, I will let them understand the gap between us."

"So, you have the confidence to win?" Ingmar asked lightly, stabbing him with hatred as if unintentionally: "Up to now, you have never defeated that oriental brat, have you? You It was a total defeat in his hands, and his dignity and face were lost.”

Bart lowered his head, bit his lips, and said unwillingly: "Yes, teacher."

"Then, how do you have the confidence to defeat them?"

"Strength, teacher, because of strength."

Bart said, "The musician department can never dream of matching the foundation and strength of Enlightenment College. Whether it is the provision of exercises and materials in all aspects, or the teaching of precious movements, we have the greatest advantage.

What's more, they have a fatal weakness. "