YM778.TV Chapter 198 Who Is Shameless?
Chapter 198 Who Is Shameless?
"Ta-da!" She laughed as her first flew towards James’ nose, easily moving past the blazing flame, furious gale, and the armor of melted earth around him. It was easy, like a shovel digging into dirt.
Thud! James’s vision went black and he flipped over, falling on the ground as if he had crashed into a steel wall. In pain and confusion, he opened his eyes wide, not understanding what had just happened.
Did he just get upended by a little girl?
"No, this isn’t right…" He rubbed his numb face and raised his head dazedly to see Bai Xi before him. He vaguely saw Bai Xi striking a weird pose at him through the thick water vapor. He had never seen her stance before, but it seemed powerful, as if it contained some deep meaning or terrifying strength.
"Ta-da! Ta-da! Ta-dadadadada!" she yelled weirdly and rushed forward. Another first landed on James’s face. It was as if the defense was made of paper and was broken through again. James’s vision went black and he fell once again. Bai Xi mercilessly stepped on the ground and beat him with a flurry of punches and kicks.
Her moves seemed to be the real thing, but they had no pattern and were abnormally bad. If an Eastern martial artist witnessed this, he would definitely become furious and remove this horrible imitator. But here, it was indescribably useful.
Waves of Zhaodang were wrapped around Bai Xi’s hands like a steel chain. They followed Bai Xi’s movements and continuously destroyed the defenses around James. No matter if it was the windstorm enchantment, the melted earth armor, flames or frosts, none of them were effective.
Zhaodang was the talent at the top of the School of Modifications and was the power of turmoil within the Dragon Bloodlines. All of James’ team’s music scores put together were nothing compared to it. Before it, other than one’s own strength, it was impossible for music scores to retain their structure. They could only break down in the furious shaking. There was practically no way to fight back. In the end, Bai Xi’s hands started to hurt, so she pulled a wrench from her dress and started hitting with it. James could not even yell out anymore.
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In the stands, everyone waited with their breaths held and watched the patch of thick water vapor. In the patch of dancing whiteness, one could hear terrifying booms, followed by the earth’s shaking. Finally, an unfrozen soccer ball rolled out of the mist pitifully.
A little girl jogged behind it. Her expression was calm, as if nothing had happened. Behind her, the water vapor gradually dispersed, revealing James. He was on the ground and covered with bruises, as if he had been trampled by a stampede.
What had happened?
"That can’t be right."
"James fell?"
The spectators rustled. Even the Modifications students were dazed and could not make any sounds, as if they had lost their voices. In the end, everyone’s gazes toward the School of Modifications turned strange.
"So everything from before was just for show?"
Modifications did not know how to refute these claims. Who would have guessed that the attack, which they were completely confident in destroying the history department with, would have been picked apart by a little girl?
Just as everyone was stunned, Bai Xi jogged and kicked the ball past more than half of the field. She passed by the dazed teammates and kicked the ball into the forbidden zone. Finally, she kicked the ball straight into the goal.
The goalie on the side had not even processed everything fully. He could not help it. The impact was too much. Who could promise that he would not be beaten up like James if he had tried to block it?
In the absolute silence, Bai Xi looked back at the similarly fossilized referee.
"This counts as a goal, right?"
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The stands were silent, but someone began clapping and cheering. "Yes, yes!" The blonde man clapped excitedly and hit the principal, who was beside him. "This girl is so intelligent! I like her! Which school and department is she from? I don’t know who her teacher is, but she’s too amazing!"
"Ha." The principal coughed and glanced at the man, then asked quietly, "Hermes…are you really this bored?"
Others would not know, but how could he, the controller of the enchantment, not know? The girl was practically covered in shining like a gold coin! She wore a hydrophobic necklace on her neck, firewalker boots on her feet and hid an eagle wing ring under her hair tie. The gloves on her hands were the invaluable tomb-digger hands. Things like breaking into tombs were nothing to her. Even a dog with such a complete outfit would be invincible to regular elemental damage, not to mention someone with Dragon blood like her.
"Ah, don’t look at me like that." Hermes covered his mouth and snickered. "At the end of the day, it’s still because their melodies are trash."
Egor, at the other end, heard the words, and his already gloomy face darkened further. "What do you mean?"
"Don’t you know what I mean?" Hermes glanced at him and stated, "Adaptations that abandon the essence are just hysterical venting. ‘Modification’ is the essence of the School of Modifications. Change fire to water, change water to wind, and change wind to dirt. This is a school born from the four element theory.
"But this symphonic poem by Liszt furthered the concept of hero Mazeppa’s death to turn mankind’s original sin into redemption. This is the ultimate goal of the School of Modifications—to change death to life." Here, Hermes could not help but snicker. "Those kids started playing without even knowing where the road was. It’s so meaningless, and of course it’s natural that they lost."
Egor’s face turned red and white, but could not refute Hermes’s words. Thinking of the man’s status, Egor could only swallow his anger and sit down silently, looking onto the field with a livid expression.
Soon, the professor beside the field received a message from the coach. "Tell those b*stards that if they don’t win this game, they can kiss graduation goodbye!"
The Modifications team quickly requested a five minute break to reorganize. The beaten James was carried over too. After treatment from the Choir musicians beside the field, he could finally move, but his eyes were still dull, as if he had not yet recovered from the shock. Soon, the other two who had become exhausted from the pressure of Mazeppa were replaced with two new players.
Seeing that they had withdrawn, the spectators began jeering. A group of fans took the lead and began stirring up trouble. "A retard for a retard, getting more retarded!"
Since the beginning of time, Anglo’s game manners had never been good. A game in a tavern could cause a mass fight. The drunken men did not care whether someone was an Avalon policeman or a demon. They would just hit and crash and burn anyway. They were practically cancers for security.
Now experiencing this for the first time, indescribable shame rose in everyone’s hearts.
Insulted like this, James actually became more clear-headed. He rinsed his face with clear water and his expression instantly grew somber. "We’re probably going to lose to the history department this time…"
"Are we really going to lose?" The students exchanged glances. Someone looked down at the time and found that the half-hour game was almost over. After all, this was not a standard ball game. There were thirty-seven teams in total and the principal had to think of the other games, so they were not given much time.
"Seems like we have to use that strategy." James swept his gaze around his companions and drew a circle in the air with his finger.
His teammates’ expressions changed instantly. "Wait, if we use that strategy, won’t we be bashed and hated even if we lose?"
"Do you really plan on competing against them fairly?" James was furious and his expression was forlorn yet decisive. "If they’re shameless, then we’ll be even more shameless!"
The break ended soon. Everyone entered the field, ready to play and glared at the four people and one dog before them. The history department had now retreated to the defense and gave up on midfield.
Sensing that there would be a fierce counterattack, Ye Qingxuan had decided after a detailed discussion to just defend this time. But when faced with the Modification’s offensive horn, he still could not help but be stunned. This time, he felt that something was wrong…
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As before, James carried the ball forward alone. The remaining twelve students formed a strange formation…
How should one describe this formation…Uh, to put it plainly, they formed a moving ring and advanced. Yes, when the melody played, these guys carried the strongest shield and connected with each other. They formed a ring around James and pushed both man and ball forward. It seemed that they would steadily push the entire formation into Ye Qingxuan’s goal…
What could Ye Qingxuan’s team even do now? They could not even touch the ball!
"Wait, isn’t this formation against the rules?" Ye Qingxuan was completely stunned.
The referee glanced at them and calmly flipped through the rule booklet from ten years prior. He shook his head. "It may seem to be against the rules, but it’s not written here, so it doesn’t count."
The Modifications strategy was on another level of shamelessness, but it had been forced onto them. After all, it wasn’t their fault that they were using rules from ten years ago.
In the stands, the students who had originally supported the School of Modifications began yelling too. It was not that they were not accepting enough. This game was just continuously setting a new low for their bottom line. Now, their bottom line had been pierced three times. Who knew what would happen next in this game?
Where was the soccer game that they had agreed on? Where was the fair competition? Where was the friendship?!
Now, Ye Qingxuan stared as those Modifications b*stards moved toward him like a steel wall. He was a little dazed. "Now who’s the shameless one?!"