沐正雅的气场

In the embassy, the staff members who had time to see the match live were spreading the details excitedly, talking about how the Hercules had swept Mirage Dragon away and how the shovel landed for an insta-kill. "The style of that shovel, oh, was like 'Do you think you are still alive and have an opportunity? In fact, you're already dead.' Was it like that?" It was an exaggeration, but everyone preferred this refreshing feeling. This was what everyone had hoped and even prayed for. No matter how they narrated the match, it was still within reason. The origin of the young man named Wang Zheng was also mysterious. After all, he was able to become the captain over Achilles, Lear, Lie Xin, and the others. Additionally, Wang Zheng's performance in the first three rounds were rather calm and steady. And at such a crucial moment, he still went with the Hercules in the last round, so it was evident that he was full of confidence. No matter what, the winner was king. The IG's first round only consisted of these three matches, and they would enter the second round after two days of rest. As for the eliminated teams, they could only glumly leave the competition. There really was nothing more to be said. The existence of the IG was based on a cruel elimination bracket. Those who were not truly strong would never be able to win the competition. It was useless to have only one or two strong members, as this test was to determine each countries' elities and overall strength using realistic battles, and to reflect the standard of the younger generation and their potential. Of course, the victors would acquire greater prestige and were able to celebrate.