The Hell Card brings a depressing whistle to people

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"This is how the whole thing happened."

Outside the hotel, Lu Ming pointed in the direction of the "war" and explained to them.

Lu Ming said that he witnessed a shocking battle.

He told them the process of the battle between Shen Qian and [Fear Spirit] in a half-truthful and half-fictional way.

And he exaggerated and said that he was the key figure.

Lu Ming told them that if he hadn't dealt a fatal blow to [Fear Spirit], it would be hard to say who would win or lose in the end.

With such an explanation, everyone's mood was obviously different from before.

As the night fell, the neon lights of the city shone through the thin mist on Lu Ming's slightly tired face.

He had just gone through a difficult speech, and his body and mind were in a state of relaxation after extreme tension.

Back to the hotel where the team was staying temporarily, Lu Ming slumped on the sofa as soon as he entered the door, and exhaled a long breath, as if the fatigue of the past few days was released at this moment.

"Brother Ming!" Wang Defa was the first to come forward, his face full of excitement, his eyes flashing with anticipation.

While helping Lu Ming take over his coat, he couldn't help rubbing his hands and grinning:

"Brother Ming, you've worked so hard today, let's watch tomorrow! I've been itching for a long time, and I've been almost suffocated just watching you guys charging in the front these days!"

Lu Ming raised his head and saw Wang Defa's eager look, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly.

He knew that Wang Defa was a natural fighter. Once he entered the fighting state, he was like a different person, full of fighting spirit and passion.

"Wang Defa, you have to take it easy, don't get too excited and forget the tactics as soon as you get on the court." Although Lu Ming was tired, he still reminded him.

"Don't worry, Brother Ming, I know my limits!" Wang Defa patted his chest and said confidently, "Besides, Ye Chen is here. He is the 'wise man' of our team."

Ye Chen sat on a chair beside him, holding a tactical analysis report in his hand. Hearing Wang Defa's words, he raised his head and looked at Lu Ming with a smile:

"Brother Ming, you can rest assured. We will go all out tomorrow. We have repeatedly deduced the tactics several times, and we have also figured out the weaknesses of Mingyue Middle School."

Ye Chen's tone was calm and firm, and his eyes revealed an unquestionable confidence.

He has always been the think tank of the team, responsible for formulating tactics and commanding battles.

His calmness and composure made Lu Ming feel extremely relieved.

"Ye Chen, I am of course relieved with you here." Lu Ming nodded, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

The next day, the morning light sprinkled on the battle stage through the mist, and the air was filled with a tense and excited atmosphere.

The audience seats around the battle stage were already full, and the noise was rising and falling. The audience waved banners and glow sticks in their hands to cheer for their respective teams.

However, when the players of Jianghai No. 1 Middle School walked onto the battle stage, the careful audience soon discovered a surprising fact - Lu Ming, the core player who turned the tide in many games and was hailed as the "soul figure" of Jianghai No. 1 Middle School, was not in the team!

"What's going on? Lu Ming is not here?"

"Is Jianghai No. 1 Middle School going to give up the game?"

"How can they play without Lu Ming?"

There was a commotion in the audience seats, and everyone was whispering and talking.

Surprise, confusion, curiosity, all kinds of emotions spread among the crowd.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the players of Jianghai No. 1 Middle School.

In a corner of the audience seats, several players from other schools were sitting together, paying close attention to the dynamics on the field.

When they confirmed that Lu Ming was really not there, they all showed envy on their faces.

"Lu Ming is not there? Jianghai No. 1 Middle School is playing with fire." A contestant in a red team uniform shook his head, his tone full of confusion.

"Yes, Lu Ming is their trump card. Without him, Jianghai No. 1 Middle School's strength will be at least 70% off."

Another contestant echoed, with a hint of gloating in his tone.

"Isn't Mingyue Middle School too lucky? Without Lu Ming, they can almost be said to have a sure win."

The third contestant couldn't help but sigh, with envy in his eyes.

"Yes, Mingyue Middle School is really lucky." The contestant in the red team uniform shook his head again, his tone full of helplessness and envy.

However, unlike the audience's doubts and worries, the contestants of Mingyue Middle School seemed particularly excited and confident.

The contestants of Mingyue Middle School lined up and stood on the other side of the battle stage.

They held their heads high, their eyes full of contempt and disdain.

"Lu Ming is not here? This is simply God's help!"

The leader of the electionLi Mingxuan's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a smug smile.

He crossed his arms and looked down at the players of Jianghai No. 1 Middle School, as if he was looking at a group of lambs to be slaughtered.

"Yes, Lu Ming is not here, what qualifications do they have to fight against us?" Zhang Wei next to him echoed, his tone full of disdain.

As he spoke, he deliberately put on an arrogant look, as if he had already won.

"Without Lu Ming, Jianghai No. 1 Middle School seems to have lost its backbone. I think they will be defeated today!"

Another player, Wang Lei, sneered, with a confident light in his eyes.

The other players of Mingyue Middle School also showed contemptuous smiles, and they joked with each other, as if the game had ended early.

Unlike Mingyue Middle School's arrogance, the players of Jianghai No. 1 Middle School seemed particularly silent.

They stood on the other side of the battle stage, quietly waiting for the start of the game.

Although Lu Ming was not there, each of them had a firm and determined face.

Wang Defa clenched his fists. Although he felt a little uneasy, he knew that he must not show any weakness at this time.

He took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, and stared at his opponent with a firm gaze.

Ye Chen stood at the front of the team, holding a tactical board in his hand, calmly analyzing the opponent's position and tactics.

His eyes revealed an unquestionable confidence, as if everything was under his control.

"Don't panic, everyone. We can still win even if Lu Ming is not here!" Ye Chen's voice was not loud, but every word was full of strength and confidence.

He knew that as the think tank of the team, he must stand up at this time to stabilize the morale of the army.

"That's right, we can't let them look down on us!" Wang Defa echoed, his tone full of fighting spirit.

He clenched his fists and secretly vowed in his heart that he must let the opponent see their true strength.