Chapter 17: The Last Contestant

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Red Team base score: 8000 → 0
[Winner is]
[Blue Team]
[Duel Ended]

“Crack—”
A terrifying electric shock exploded across Mu Ningning’s body, only to be absorbed by the dark shadow of [Nashadimi].

“Ah!!!”
Mu Ningning clutched her head and let out a piercing scream. Though her body was unharmed, her mind had spiraled out of control.

Her eyes were bloodshot, her nails deeply embedded in her scalp, drawing lines of blood, exhibiting extreme violent tendencies.

“Hey, hey, hey, get to work.”
Agent Mickey from the Spirit Control Bureau clapped his hands and called out to the riot control robots around.

Le Tong was the first to step onto the duel platform, cautiously approaching.

Several riot control robots followed one after another onto the platform, their heavy footsteps resonating with mechanical clicks.

Le Tong coordinated seamlessly with the robots, quickly subduing the berserk Mu Ningning and escorting her away.

Only after the situation stabilized did Mickey dare to follow.

“Another one gone mad...”
He picked up his camera and snapped photos of Mu Ningning, documenting the scene before sending them to their group chat.

Qin Dongzhu watched from afar, his lips trembling, his heart aching with each throb.

“Sis Ningning...” Tang Xin half covered her mouth, her face etched with sorrow.

“Player Wang Gu,” commentator Zicai lowered his voice behind the microphone so only he could hear, “Even without using [White Bone Princess], the damage was enough...”

“Scum...”

The joys and sorrows of people are never truly shared; Wang Gu raised his hands high, basking in the cheers of the crowd.

If his actions had taken place on Earth, he would have been banned from social media for years, but here in Biantana, no one condemned him.

Victory is victory; defeat is defeat.

The audience cheers only for the winner.

“One against three!”
“One against three!”
“One against three!”

The score reached 2:4.

[Next player for Bian Yuetang, please prepare]
[03:22]

The intelligent referee issued a cold prompt.

With the last life remaining, Bian Yuetang had three choices:

The starting rookie, Tang Xin.
The substitute, designated Min Baobao.
Or to forfeit.

“Captain...” Tang Xin rose from the cold bench, intending to move toward the starters’ rest area.

Lin Yu pressed her back down, speaking in a low voice, “Let him have two more minutes to calm down; he’ll tell you when he’s ready...”

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On the bench in the starters’ rest area, Qin Dongzhu sat alone, his head bowed heavily.

The fortress management refused to allocate funds for a coach; after sending people off, the dean shrugged and washed his hands of the matter.

The agent didn’t seek sponsorship either.

The management of Bian Yuetang seemed indifferent, content with just barely avoiding relegation.

He was like an outlier.

An outlier who wanted the championship, but clashed with the upper echelons.

He bore nearly all the team duties himself; when problems arose, they found scapegoats, butI'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.