The Hell Card brings a depressing whistle to people

The battle continued. With their efforts, the members of Chunhai Combat Middle School gradually figured out the attack rhythm of the Rock Dragon Warrior.

Whenever the Rock Dragon Warrior raised his front paws high to prepare for an attack, the agile members quickly threw out the "Phantom Tracking" card to create multiple false figures to confuse the enemy and make their attacks miss;

The strength members took advantage of the moment when the Rock Dragon Warrior's attack missed and his body was unstable, and wielded the weapons blessed by the "Strength Enhancement" card to hit the joints of the Rock Dragon Warrior fiercely.

Although the scales of the Rock Dragon Warrior were extremely hard, cracks gradually appeared under these precise and powerful attacks.

The auxiliary members did not dare to stop for a moment. They kept switching the first-level cards such as "Healing Light", "Physical Recovery" and "Magic Replenishment" to provide support for the injured and tired teammates.

The soft white light and fresh green air flow shuttled through the team, relieving the pain and fatigue of the team members, allowing them to barely hold on.

Time passed by minute by minute. After three hours of arduous battle, the members of Chunhai Combat Middle School finally killed all the monsters in the lair of the Rock Dragon General.

At this time, they were all exhausted.

The members' ragged clothes were soaked with sweat and stuck to their bodies, and their hair was messily scattered on their foreheads.

Their faces were covered with dust and blood, and their eyes were full of deep fatigue and numbness, as if their bodies were no longer their own, but just standing mechanically.

Some members sat down on the ground, gasping for breath, their hands trembling constantly, and they didn't even have the strength to put the cards back into the card bag.

Captain Zhao Feng supported his body and began to count the energy beads he had harvested this time.

"One, two..."

His voice was hoarse and weak, and every time he counted one, a trace of relief flashed in his eyes. This was the result of their three hours of hard work.

Although the process was extremely difficult, these energy beads were enough for them to achieve good results in this [Secret Realm Breakout] project.

Just as they were immersed in the joy of harvest, the air around them suddenly became heavy.

A slight sound of footsteps came from the originally quiet woods. The members of Chunhai Combat Middle School raised their heads alertly, only to see the people from Jianghai No. 1 Middle School slowly walking out.

They were all in high spirits, with a hint of teasing and mockery in their eyes, forming a sharp contrast with the exhausted people from Chunhai Combat Middle School.

Zhao Feng's heart sank, he knew that the situation was very bad.

Originally he wanted to plot against Jianghai No. 1 Middle School, but he didn't expect that after he fell into the trap, the other party would "take advantage of him".

He stood up with difficulty and clenched the few remaining cards in his hand.

He stared at the people from Jianghai No. 1 Middle School vigilantly, preparing to face the upcoming unknown situation.

The team members also forced themselves to cheer up, although they knew that in their current state, facing Jianghai No. 1 Middle School, who was waiting for them, this battle might be dangerous.

Lu Ming walked in front of the Chunhai Combat Middle School members with steady steps.

His figure seemed to be shrouded by an invisible aura, and every step he took was like a heavy hammer hitting the hearts of the Chunhai team members.

The members of the Chunhai Combat Middle School suddenly felt as if they were facing a great enemy, and their bodies tensed up involuntarily.

Their eyes were fixed on Lu Ming, full of fear and tension, as if they saw a demon coming from the dark abyss.

The team members who were originally slumped on the ground tried to get up in a hurry, but stumbled a few times because of their weak legs.

Captain Zhao Feng's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty. He could clearly feel his heartbeat accelerating rapidly, and it was like a frantic deer running wildly in his chest.

The cold sweat on his forehead came out uncontrollably, slid down his cheeks, dripped on the dusty ground, and splashed tiny dust.

His hands trembled slightly, and the cards he held tightly in his hands also made a slight "rustling" sound. This sound was infinitely amplified in the silent atmosphere, like a countdown to death.

The other team members also looked pale, and their breathing became rapid and disordered.

Some team members' lips trembled slightly, as if they wanted to say something, but they couldn't make a sound because of excessive tension;

Others looked around in panic, trying to find a possible way to escape, but the dense woods all around seemed to have become a cage that trapped them at this time.

The people of Chunhai Combat Middle School were like prey targeted by hunters. Under the pressure of Lu Ming's powerful aura, the fear and tension completely submerged them like a tide, and the atmosphere of the whole scene was so solemn that it was suffocating.

Lu Ming raised his chin slightly, and the faint smile at the corner of his mouth gradually spread, and his eyesThe undisguised banter in the video seemed to announce that a good show was about to begin.

He stood tall and calm, and nodded gently to the group of Jianghai No. 1 Middle School members who were eager to try behind him. This subtle movement was like an order to attack.

In an instant, the members of Jianghai No. 1 Middle School were like a group of hungry wolves released from a cage, with greed and excitement flashing in their eyes. They rushed towards the people of Chunhai Combat Middle School like hungry wolves pouncing on their food.

Their movements were skillful and neat, and they were obviously prepared for this way of "harvesting".

One of the members was a burly and muscular member.

He strode in front of a Chunhai member, and his big hands, like pliers, accurately grabbed the card storage bag on the other's waist.

He pulled hard, and with a slight "hiss" sound, the storage bag was pulled off.

Without hesitation, he turned the bag upside down, and with a flick of his wrist, the precious cards inside poured out like water, and energy beads emitting faint blue light bounced and rolled on the ground.

There was a crisp sound, and the light was particularly attractive in the dim environment.

Some team members were agile, like agile monkeys, shuttling between the Chunhai team members.

During the search, they did not miss any corner, and searched for the few healing potions and enhancement props that the Chunhai team members had.

Even a small bottle of potion to restore mental strength was quickly put into their pockets.

The members of Chunhai Combat Middle School had mixed feelings at this time, and anger was burning in their chests.

However, they were bound by the invisible shackles of the game rules, and dared to be angry but not to speak.

The flames of anger and unwillingness burned in their eyes, and the flames seemed to devour everything in front of them.

A team member with a green face and a relatively immature look bit his lips tightly.

His teeth sank deeply into the soft flesh of his lips until blood oozed from them. The glaring red color was particularly eye-catching on his pale face.

His eyes gradually turned red, tears rolled in his eyes, and he finally couldn't help but shouting in a crying voice:

"How could you do this?

This is immoral. We just experienced such a tragic battle.

We almost risked our lives to get these, but you just sit back and enjoy the fruits of our labor!"

His voice trembled slightly with excitement, and echoed in the silent battlefield.

Full of endless grievances and complaints. The other team members also echoed and shouted in unison.

"Yes, this is naked plunder, which is not in line with the principle of fair competition at all!"

"We are fighting desperately with those rock dragon warriors in the front, but you are taking advantage of us behind us. What kind of heroes are you!"

Their expressions were distorted with anger, some of them were flushed, and veins on their necks were bulging, as if they wanted to vent all the resentment in their hearts.

Lu Ming crossed his arms, looking relaxed, as if all the disputes in front of him had nothing to do with him.

He stood there quietly, patiently waiting for the team members to finish the search, and then he spoke slowly and unhurriedly.

His voice was steady and calm, but with an unquestionable majesty:

"Don't forget, this is the [Secret Realm Breakout] competition.

The rules don't say that you can't rob other teams of their spoils.

Didn't you want to encircle us before so that you can reap the benefits?

You didn't think there was anything wrong with it at the time, but now it's just a matter of time.

This is part of the game, the strong prey on the weak, and the fittest survive. If you have the ability, you can also rob others."

As he spoke, he raised his head slightly, and glanced at the Chunhai team members with a hint of contempt in his eyes.

The Chunhai team members were speechless by Lu Ming's words, and their hearts were full of grievances.

But they also understood how powerless their accusations were in the face of these cruel game rules.

They could only watch helplessly as their hard-earned achievements were swept away by Jianghai No. 1 Middle School, their bodies trembling slightly with anger and humiliation.

Some team members even had their legs weakened, squatting on the ground, holding their heads with their hands, as if to isolate themselves from this cruel world, with despair and unwillingness on their faces.

Those faces that were originally full of vitality and energy were now shrouded in haze, full of loss and frustration.