The Hell Card brings a depressing whistle to people

In the spacious and brightly lit space of the gymnasium, a huge display screen hangs high under the dome.

It is like a fantastic window leading to the mysterious Dragon Valley, showing the situation in detail in front of everyone.

The audience seemed to be attracted by an invisible magic, and their eyes were tightly attached to the flashing screen like a magnet.

When they saw that a dozen teams were like surging tides, rushing towards Jianghai No. 1 Middle School from the east, south, west and north.

In an instant, the entire venue seemed to be cast under a spell, and the originally noisy and noisy atmosphere instantly solidified into a dead silence.

Only the weak electric sound emitted by the display screen hummed in the air, like a dull hum before the storm.

The supporters of Jianghai No. 1 Middle School could no longer sit at their seats at this time.

On their faces, worries spread like thick ink.

Anxiety burned like a raging fire in their eyes.

A group of supporters who looked like students wearing the uniforms of Jianghai No. 1 Middle School subconsciously grasped the corners of their clothes tightly with both hands, and the force was so great that it seemed that the corners of the clothes were torn apart.

Their palms were already soaked with sweat and became slippery.

But their eyes were wide open, staring at the screen without blinking.

His lips trembled slightly, and he muttered:

"What should we do? They just experienced such a thrilling and difficult battle.

Now they are exhausted physically and mentally, how can they withstand the crazy encirclement and suppression of so many teams?"

Not far away, an old man with white hair like snow and deep grooves carved on his face by the years.

He was standing there tremblingly with an old cane.

He is the parent of an alumnus of Jianghai No. 1 Middle School. At this moment, his turbid but affectionate eyes.

Worry was like a flood, almost drowning him:

"Children, you must grit your teeth and hold on.

This situation is really extremely dangerous, as if you are on the edge of a cliff. If you are not careful, you will be doomed."

Next to the old man, several energetic young people also looked solemn.

One of them was a gentle boy wearing black-framed glasses, concentrating on calculating something quickly in a notebook.

His brows were like a twist, and the more he calculated, the tighter it became.

The beads of sweat on his forehead, like beads that had broken off the string, kept rolling down and wet the paper in front of him.

He tried to analyze the possibility of Jianghai No. 1 Middle School breaking through this desperate situation from the strings of cold data.

The voice of the commentator of the game, which was originally as steady and powerful as a bell, and the voice was clear and loud.

At this moment, it seemed to be clenched by an invisible big hand and began to become rapid and sharp.

He spoke as fast as a machine gun, and his words gushed out like a string of cannonballs:

"Dear audience, the situation of Jianghai No. 1 Middle School is extremely critical at the moment!

They just got out of the dangerous battle where they had to fight to the death, and their mental strength has been mostly consumed.

Like a candle that is about to go out, swaying in the wind.

And now, facing these dozen teams that are as hungry as wolves and as fierce as tigers, it is really difficult to successfully break through.

Everyone, take a closer look, their actions have begun to become slow and sluggish.

It's like carrying a heavy burden, and every step is extremely difficult.

The frequency of using the card is also like the receding tide, which is significantly reduced.

All of this is a significant manifestation of a serious lack of mental strength."

On the commentator's forehead, fine beads of sweat kept oozing out like dew on grass leaves in the morning.

His hand seemed to be out of control, unconsciously holding the microphone tightly, and his knuckles turned white due to the force.

His eyes were wide open, staring at the Jianghai No. 1 Middle School team members who were surrounded by heavy siege on the screen.

His eyes were full of concern and tension, as if his own soul had already crossed the boundary of the screen.

In the Dragon Valley, which was full of dangers, unknowns and challenges, he shared the same breath and fate with the team members.

The Jianghai No. 1 Middle School team members in the Dragon Valley were indeed like ants trapped on a hot pot at this moment.

The anxiety in their hearts was like surging magma, churning in their chests.

Lu Ming, the captain who shouldered the hope and responsibility of the whole team, looked up at the enemies around him who were gradually approaching like an iron barrel, and couldn't help but complain in his heart.

They had gone through a lot of hardships along the way, and finally obtained a considerable number of energy beads in fierce battles.

These energy beads are not just beads emitting dim light, they are made by the blood, sweat and wisdom of the team members.Witness of the results of the battle.

It is also the key to their continued courageous progress in this long and cruel game.

If it is taken away by the enemy at this moment, all the efforts made before will be instantly wiped out like a dream bubble.

And it will also put them in a huge disadvantage that they cannot recover from in the subsequent game process.

He slowly glanced at the players around him, and saw that everyone's face was exhausted and solemn after the battle without exception.

However, in the depths of those eyes, there was still a stubborn and unyielding flame.

Lu Ming took a deep breath, and the breath echoed in his chest, as if injecting strength into him.

He slowly raised his arm and clenched the card in his hand. The edge of the card was embedded in the palm of his hand, and a slight tingling came, but it also made him more aware of the crisis at the moment.

He silently encouraged himself in his heart:

"Even if there are many difficulties ahead, as if there are towering mountains and steep hills in front of us, we must never give up easily.

Even if there is only a glimmer of hope, we must do our best to fight for it!"

However, on the other side of the stadium.

Those spectators who had been dissatisfied with Jianghai No. 1 Middle School and had many objections before were like ignited firecrackers, and they were so excited that they almost jumped up from their seats.

A group of young people dressed in strange clothes and dressed up gorgeously.

They were waving the colorful and exaggerated flags in their hands, shouting at the top of their lungs:

"Let Jianghai No. 1 Middle School taste the pain of being surrounded and suppressed. This is the retribution for their previous reckless behavior!"

Their faces were filled with excitement and complacent smiles, which were twisted and hideous.

It seemed that they had already seen in advance the miserable scene of Jianghai No. 1 Middle School being beaten to a pulp and in a miserable state.

In the crowd, there was a young man with dazzling yellow hair and a ridiculously large gold necklace hanging around his neck.

He was blowing a sharp and piercing whistle and shouting at the top of his voice:

"I have long disliked them. They are so arrogant and domineering all day long.

This time, we must make them fall hard. Let's see how arrogant they will be in the future!"

The companions beside him were also like fanatical believers who were bewitched and followed suit.

Their deafening cheers and sharp whistles were like surging waves.

They echoed in the stadium, forming a very sharp contrast with the solemn atmosphere full of worry and concern of the supporters of Jianghai No. 1 Middle School, as if water and fire could not coexist.

At this tense and suffocating moment, the dozen teams were getting closer and closer.

Their eyes were flashing with greedy desire and resolute killing intent.

Some teams were still discussing tactics while running at lightning speed.

"We will first focus our firepower on attacking their main players, completely destroying their core combat power and leaving them leaderless."

"That's right, and then we will defeat them one by one like a butcher cutting an ox,

We must grab all the energy beads they carry,

We can't let go of any of them."

Their footsteps on the ground were like hammers hitting the ground.

Raised a cloud of dust.

The overwhelming momentum seemed to completely devour the exhausted team of Jianghai No. 1 Middle School.

Let them be wiped out in this turbulent wave.

The players of Jianghai No. 1 Middle School quickly stood back to back and huddled together tightly, forming a seemingly indestructible defense circle.

Although they were exhausted physically and mentally, they still had a strong spirit.

They watched the wolf-like enemies around them vigilantly.

A slightly immature team member whispered with a trembling voice:

"Captain, I'm afraid we are really in danger this time. This situation is simply a desperate situation. What should we do?"

Lu Ming gritted his teeth fiercely, and the sound of his teeth clenching was clearly audible in the silent atmosphere:

"Don't panic. At this moment, we can only do our best to delay time, just like holding on to the last straw on the edge of a cliff.

In the process, carefully look for their flaws and weaknesses.

Maybe there is a glimmer of hope hidden in the seemingly airtight encirclement.

As long as we don't give up, there is still hope!"

After hearing this, the team members nodded firmly, and they all knew it clearly in their hearts.

At this moment, only if the whole team is united as one, as tenacious as a twisted rope, can it be possible to find a glimmer of hope in this desperate situation that seems like the abyss of death and escape the fate of being destroyed.

In the audience, the atmosphere became more and more tense as ifThe bowstring is about to break.

Some of the supporters of Jianghai No. 1 Middle School began to silently put their hands together, close their eyes, and mutter something.

They seemed to be praying devoutly that God would bless the heroes in their hearts;

Some held each other's hands tightly, passing strength and encouragement to each other.

They tried to use their insignificant but affectionate power to cross the distance of space and give some spiritual support and comfort to the players who were fighting bloody battles on the field.

And those opponents continued to cheer recklessly on the side, their noisy and noisy voices intertwined with the supporters' worried and concerned hums.

The whole gymnasium was filled with complex and changeable emotions and a tense atmosphere that made it almost impossible to breathe.

Everyone held their breath, as if time was being grasped by an invisible big hand at this moment.

The flow stopped, and everyone was anxiously waiting for the thrilling, life-or-death outcome of this encirclement and suppression war.

It was as if the whole world had been paused at this moment, and only the picture on the display continued to interpret the unknown fate.