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Within the site, Wright walked out of the battle room with a gloomy look on his face. Originally, he had thought about beating Sebastian, a State Champion, to gain some fame. However, he did not expect that, in the end, the person who was trampled would be himself.
"Wright, let's change." A skinny boy sneered.
Wright glanced at him and snorted coldly, "You can go do it."
"Then take care of me." The thin boy smiled lightly and immediately walked towards the arena where Sebastian was.
It attracted everyone's attention once again because this skinny guy was also a genius with a planet diameter of more than 500 kilometers; he was called Alan Wenzel. He created a very rare race, the Shadow Clan.
"How could this guy go up at this time? Didn't he see that even Wright lost so badly?"
"You don't understand; the Shadow Clan counters Sebastian's race. The firepower of Sebastian's race is indeed powerful, but it is not invincible."
"Look at it, you'll find out later."
Many people were discussing this, but the teachers were not very surprised. They saw at a glance the strength of the Guardsmen but also their weaknesses.
Their weapons were strong, but their physical strength was mediocre. It seemed to be no different from ordinary creatures.
"This one is a little dangerous," said a teacher.
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On Greater Terra.
Allard's 1st DIVISION had handed over to the 2nd DIVISION led by Ewart.
"3 minutes and 7 seconds?" Ewart read the end time of the first game, a gleam in his eyes.
"For this second match, we will try to beat it within 3 minutes!" Ewart said to the two lieutenants in front of him.
"Yes." The two lieutenants were also eager to try; they had to prove themselves. Although they were the 2nd, the 2nd DIVISION was no worse than the 1st DIVISION.
When the planetary passage opened again, 10,000 Guardsmen entered the arena. This time, it was also on flat ground. After the translucent barrier disappeared, the match officially began.
"Okay?" Ewart and the team of scientists were surprised to find out that on the opposite side were about 3,000 entities shrouded in mist. Their body shape or faces were very blurry.
"A brand new species!" Ewart immediately raised his alert.
The next moment, this group of shadow people rushed over at an extremely fast speed. They were the fastest of all the supernatural species that the Astra Militarum had ever seen.
"Weapons free." Ewart didn't care much and immediately ordered.
BRRRT-BRRRT-BRRRT!
The ZPU-4 sprayed out bullets again, but when these bullets were about to hit the enemy, the other party suddenly disappeared. All over the venue, it was empty. Not to mention 3,000, there wasn't even a shadow.
"Not good!" Ewart was shocked and subconsciously turned his head to look, only to see that behind the Guardsmen, a blurry figure appeared.
It was the Shadow Clan. Each of these Shadow Clan members held sharp daggers in their hands and swung at the necks of the Guardsmen.
[ ===== ]
In the battle room.
Seeing this scene, Wenzel's mouth curled up into a sneer. This was the innate ability of the Shadow Clan; they could warp behind the enemy for a sneak attack—a natural-born assassin. If not known in advance, it was easy to be successfully attacked.
He saw it too; every fighter of the Astra Militarum was very weak, just like an ordinary creature. Once approached, they were dead.
The minds of Sebastian's supporters were tense, but only Sebastian himself was not so worried because the top brass of the Astra Militarum were considering the issue of their soldiers being approached. The Alloy Suit research team led by Fleming himself had invested a lot of resources!
The Astra Militarum soldiers on the field were wearing Alloy Suits, particularly guarding weak spots like the neck and eyes.
When the daggers in the hands of the Shadow Clan cut at the necks of the soldiers of the Astra Militarum, they were surprised to find out that it was useless. This was also a weakness of the Shadow Clan: insufficient attack capability.
There was no perfect race in this world. The Shadow Clan was fast and agile, with the terrifying talent of backstabbing. If their combat power could match that of the Flame Beast, other races wouldn't stand a chance.
After a failed sneak attack, the Astra Militarum reacted. Holding a submachine gun in his hand, he shot. Now, the common equipment of the Astra Militarum had been changed; the initial rifle was replaced by a submachine gun: the MP7.
A flurry of bullets passed by and these brittle assassins were shot one by one. There was no need for armor-piercing alloy bullets; just regular bullets sufficed.
On the battlefield, gunshots sounded again. Out of 3,000 shadow tribes, in less than a minute, hundreds were gone. The rest were not fools and made their escape.
"Damn it!" In the battle room, Wenzel slammed the table. Because of his moment of frustration, he could only choose to admit defeat.
However, since he slammed the table, he was a few seconds slow, and dozens more of the Shadow Clan had been killed.
Because the abilities of the Shadow Clan countered the Astra Militarum, he had been thinking of making a surprise attack on Sebastian, but didn't expect that nearly a third of his Shadow Clan had been lost.
"2 minutes and 52 seconds!" the lieutenant next to Ewart called out the number.
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With Wenzel's defeat, Sebastian won another game and became the fastest to win two games in a row. In the arena, other students and teachers focused on Sebastian for the first time. In the next game, there was no suspense.
For the 3rd match, a very confident freshman wanted to challenge the firepower of the Astra Militarum. As he wished, this one ended even faster.
In the 4th match, because the weakness of the Astra Militarum was very obvious, there was no shortage of confident geniuses wanting to exploit these weaknesses. Another challenger stepped up, but his loss was also significant. This one lasted more than 3 minutes, making Denis, who led the team, look grim.
In the 5th match, the last and most important one, few people wanted Sebastian to advance first. After some discussion, a freshman who had created an underground race entered. He wanted to use the underground to break apart the Astra Militarum. This time, he lost even worse.
The Astra Militarum had deployed another fearsome weapon.