The reporters around them fell into silence once more, and the camera Cultivators held up their Recording Crystals while suppressing the discomfort in their hearts.
‘Let it end in this silence… anyway, we don’t know what to interview them about,’ they thought.
“What did you mean when you said earlier that you ‘prepared in advance to deal with the Bagpipe Squad’?”
A discordant voice suddenly rang out. A young reporter blinked as he directed his question toward the Team Coach of Celestial God Team 4.
‘Why is it you again!’
The people around him glared at him one after another.
Jiang Ke’er could not help but take an extra look at him as well.
Before the Team Coach of Celestial God Team 4 could lash out, the young reporter immediately asked another question: “How do you feel now that your team members are all dead?”
History was always strikingly similar.
Yesterday, it was Taishu Xuan standing here, facing the reporter’s soul-piercing questions. Today, it was someone else, but the scene was equally embarrassing.
“Feelings?” The coach of Celestial God Team 4 was so angry he laughed.
“People die every year participating in the Shenzhou Cup. Why do I need to have feelings? Regardless, our Human Clan is full of talent. Falling on the path to becoming a powerhouse is no big deal… Contrast that with the wretch on the other side, who knows how many of her own teammates she has personally killed? She still has the face to participate in the Shenzhou Cup. What a joke!”
The surrounding reporters’ spirits were greatly lifted by those words!
That’s right! It was just a small loss in a single match; it was no big deal. There were still so many teams left, so what was there to fear?
As expected of a coach from Celestial God Team 4! Even though his team lost the match, his verbal counterattack did not lose any ground at all.
He was much stronger than Taishu Xuan, whose mental state had completely collapsed yesterday!
The reporters were filled with admiration, and at the same time, they maliciously pointed their microphones toward Si Lian.
Si Lian’s expression was somewhat dazed. Now was the best moment for a psychological attack against her!
However, before Si Lian could speak, Jiang Ke’er blocked the microphones.
She spoke calmly.
“The latest census of living beings indicates that the ratio of the Human Clan to the Demon Race is two to one. That is even accounting for the low-intelligence Demons in many deep mountains and old forests. If we don’t count them, the number of humans is likely four times that of the intelligent Demon Race. You do indeed have a larger population base and more talent.”
Jiang Ke’er’s answer left many reporters puzzled.
“But, in this Shenzhou Cup, we have killed a total of 185 teams, totaling 925 people, not counting the Referee.”
“…”
The surrounding people gasped, looking at the members of the Bagpipe Squad in disbelief.
“Coach Si Lian has participated in fifteen sessions of the Shenzhou Cup and has lost fifty-one team members. However, few people have calculated how many opponents have died at the hands of the Bagpipe Squad… Coincidentally, I have,” Jiang Ke’er said with a slight smile.
“A total of 6,219 people. That is more than 120 times the number of Bagpipe Squad members lost. One member of the Bagpipe Squad can trade for more than 120 of yours. Therefore, I completely fail to understand the reason for your pride.”
“The reason? The reason is that you have never even broken into the top sixteen!” the coach of Celestial God Team 4 sneered. “What good is killing everyone in the City Arena Match? Any team in the Semi-Finals could do that!”
“Yes, tens of thousands of human teams participate in the City Arena Match every year. But the Demon Race has only this one lone seedling. Moreover, every match we experience is a life-and-death struggle. We have no Medical Cultivator accompanying us for treatment, and we also have to be on guard against those shameless Honored Ones disguised as contestants, as well as personal revenge off the arena.” Jiang Ke’er gave a half-smile. “You won. You successfully blocked the Bagpipe Squad from the Semi-Finals time and time again, and you successfully caused them to fall apart over and over… You are indeed amazing. You’ve made a huge profit!”
“Heh, if you can’t afford to lose, just find an excuse.” The coach of Celestial God Team 4 was shocked, but he still spoke without showing any fear.
“But this time, you won’t be able to stop us,” Jiang Ke’er said, tilting her head slightly with a calm tone. “This year, not a single team in the Semi-Finals will return alive.”
A burst of laughter immediately erupted from the surroundings.
“Is this child stupid?”
“There are 128 teams in the Semi-Finals. Even if she wins every match, she can only play seven matches at most. She can’t even do simple arithmetic, yet she dares to boast?”
“Go home and drink milk!”
But as they laughed, they suddenly felt a jolt of terror, and the laughter died in their throats.
Before the Finals, all teams that were defeated in the Semi-Finals had the opportunity to participate in a single Resurrection Match.
The Resurrection Match was a free-for-all melee involving all those teams.
After all the other teams were eliminated, the only remaining team would obtain a spot for Resurrection.
This team could then choose one of the two finalist teams to compete against and snatch their spot in the Finals.
Therefore, it was not impossible to fight all the teams from the Semi-Finals.
If the Bagpipe Squad intentionally lost a match, entered the Resurrection Match, and achieved final victory before beating a finalist team, they could indeed fulfill the achievement of having faced every team in the Semi-Finals.
Facing the gradually subsiding atmosphere and the stunned faces, Jiang Ke’er spoke. “There is no Surrender Zone in the Elimination Match. Only being unconscious, severely injured, or dead can get you out. Here, I would like to offer a suggestion to all the teams…”
Jiang Ke’er narrowed her eyes contemptuously. “Please, be a bit more united.”
After saying that, the entire Bagpipe Squad turned around coolly and strode away.
***
“Qing Yi, you’re really crazy…” Lin Gang frowned. “Why didn’t I think of such a great idea!”
“Qing Yi, you were so cool today!” Jie Shui shouted incessantly. “Ahaha, kill them all! Kill them all!”
Si Lian looked at her excited teammates, her head throbbing.
Although she was very confident in the strength of this year’s members, she was not yet confident enough to face 725 people with five.
That was nearly the number of enemies the Bagpipe Squad faced in an entire season.
Not only would they face them all at once, but they were also facing super-strong teams that had entered the Semi-Finals!
Originally, she thought this year was the Bagpipe Squad’s best hope of entering the top four.
But now, she was already thinking about how they could withdraw to preserve as much face as possible.
“Aunt Si Lian, don’t worry. I have a plan,” Jiang Ke’er comforted her softly.
“No plan will work,” Si Lian sighed deeply. “Qing Yi, you were too reckless this time.”
“Although I often do things I’m not certain about, this is not one of them,” Jiang Ke’er said seriously. “Please trust me.”
“I understand. Everyone has been suppressed for too long and needs a release, but it shouldn’t be like this.”
Si Lian puffed on her cigarette forcefully. Jiang Ke’er knew she did this whenever she was anxious; she was truly worried this time.
The fact that she didn’t scold Jiang Ke’er was likely the limit of her tolerance.
“Qing Yi, the match environment of the Elimination Match is completely different from what you usually experience,” Si Lian explained, trying not to let her voice sound too frazzled.
“It is an open outdoor environment. It tests the comprehensive strength of the participants, and you have never received training for any of that.”
Jiang Ke’er shook her head.
“No, I train for it every day.”