"No mistake!"
After a brief silence, Su Tianyu was the first to support Tang Ming.
Long Aiyu, Wu Dao, and Lin Qingfeng also expressed their stance, because Tang Ming indeed did not violate the rules.
Fu Tianbao and the others were flushed with anger but were unable to refute; Tang Ming had exploited a loophole in the competition rules, leaving them no grounds for argunt.
"Moreover, since this is a special simulated warfare, participants should consider any possible accidents. This ti, I took action but didn’t harm their lives. If it were on the battlefield, these losers would all be killed."
Seeing that his theory held water, Tang Ming declared defiantly.
"Alright, alright, contestant Tang Xin did not break the competition rules, and no one can bla you."
Zhou Xiong smiled and looked playfully at Fu Tianyou:
"On the other hand, all participants from the Ming Group used real guns. What should be done about this? Now, the Red Team’s score is higher than the Blue Team’s; shouldn’t the scores of the violators be nullified?"
"No way!"
Upon hearing this, those from the Ming Group faction disregarded the issue of Tang Ming’s tactics and opposed this simultaneously.
"Ladies and gentlen, even if these contestants brought real guns, the real guns didn’t affect the scoring. Hence, the current scores are legitimate."
Wan Changfa imdiately stated.
"That’s right, let’s not dwell on the Red Team’s rule violation and Tang Xin’s injuring people; let’s continue with the tournant."
Fu Tianbao also quickly spoke up.
"Haha, yes, yes, that’s what matters." ng Xiaolu sighed and said calmly:
"Although this tournant has been particularly exciting, there must eventually be a result. Host, please tally the scores now."
"Okay, please look at the big screen." After arranging for the injured to be carried away, Qin Fang stepped to the front, introduced, and said: "The highest scorer in this competition is Tang Ming with 99 points, followed by Wan Yong with 60 points... The Red Team’s total score is 300 points, and the Blue Team’s total score is 299 points."
With Qin Fang’s introduction, the competition scores were quickly tallied.
Although Tang Ming had the highest individual score, the overall team score saw the Red Team leading.
"Damn it, it’s all because we were careless at the start and fell into the enemy’s trap; otherwise, they couldn’t possibly have so many points."
Lin Canghai shouted, full of regret.
Wu Xiaoyu and Long Ao also hung their heads, too ashad to look at anyone.
In the beginning, they lost too many points. Although they later hid and avoided further losses, Tang Ming and the three won couldn’t reclaim the scores.
"According to competition rules, the Red Team will receive a team bonus of 30 points, and each participating mber will have 30 points added to their total score."
Qin Fang continued to explain loudly: "The tournant has progressed thus far, Wan Yong has a total of 790 points, and Tang Ming has 799 points, temporarily in the lead."
"We won!"
Seeing this, the mbers of the Ming Group faction stood up and cheered loudly.
"What’s going on?"
Tang Ming glanced at the big screen and asked Lin Canghai and Long Ao in confusion: "It seems I’m now on top; why are the Ming Group folks so happy?"
"We lost."
Lin Canghai hung his head in dejection.
Long Ao also deflated like a beaten eggplant.
"What do you an? I’m leading by nine points, why did we lose?"
Tang Ming frowned and questioned tightly.
"After the final round of the tournant, there’s a judges’ vote, where three judges decide to grant an additional ten points to one contestant from either the Ming Group or the Dark Group." Wu Xiaoyu explained amid sobs.
"Hahaha, what a thrilling save; this year’s tournant winner is still our Ming Group."
Fu Tianbao laughed heartily and looked triumphantly at the gloomy-faced Su Tianyu and others.
"Damn it, just one point short."
Su Tianyu nearly ground his teeth to pieces, feeling utterly frustrated with the loss.
The so-called judges’ vote was conducted by representatives from both the Ming Group and the Dark Group, and a mysterious guest from the ng Family, deciding to award an extra ten points to one contestant.
The current situation is, the three judges vote to award an extra ten points to either Wan Yong or Tang Ming, referred to as performance points.
Typically, the leader from the Ming Group votes for their own contestant, and the Dark Group leader does the sa for their side. Since judges can’t abstain during this voting, the representative from the ng Family has always sided with the host, voting for the Ming Group.
Currently, Wan Yong has 790 points, and Tang Ming has 799 points. If Wan Yong gets the extra 10 points, his score will be 800, surpassing Tang Ming by just one point.
This is the reason for the Ming Group’s joy and the Dark Group’s despair.
"So there’s such a rule; the ng Family might also vote for . Isn’t it too early to declare victory or defeat now?"
Tang Ming furrowed his brow, uncertainly questioning.
"The ng Family people will never vote for you because the Ming Group is the host."
Wu Xiaoyu shook her head sadly:
"The ng Family is a neutral family; they don’t participate in any conflicts but uphold tradition. For many years, whether the Ming Group or the Dark Group is in power, the ng Family’s representative always votes for the host. It’s been that way since the formation of the Ming Group and the Dark Group, without exception."
"Damn, losing by one point is absolutely disgusting."
Tang Ming couldn’t help but curse. Had he known this, he would have scored a few more points on the battlefield, but he only focused on teaching the Ming Group people a lesson, forgetting about the competition altogether.
Otherwise, he could have scored countless points off one immobilized person.
"Ah, fate! What can you do?"
Lin Canghai sighed dejectedly, collapsing to the ground.
"Haha, you losers; after all the drama, it’s still our victory."
Zhao Tianba couldn’t help but laugh triumphantly.
"Heh, did you forget how you were vomiting blood from the stake strike? If not for your simple-mindedness and brute strength, I would have sharpened the stake. Do you think you could survive without cultivation?"
Tang Ming looked at Zhao Tianba coldly.
"You..."
Zhao Tianba was imdiately at a loss for words, flushed with anger, knowing Tang Ming had indeed gone easy on him!
Otherwise, when the trap was triggered, Tang Ming could have easily ambushed, and Zhao Tianba would have been done for.
"I won’t argue with you; the tournant winner is us anyway."
Zhao Tianba, unable to refute, snorted coldly and fell silent.
"Did we really lose?"
Seeing the jubilant Ming Group faction and the disheartened Dark Group, Tang Ming frowned, filled with a sense of helplessness.
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