Brother Crocodile charged towards the National Team Brothers, his eyes scanning the surroundings to avoid any unexpected changes, given that the opponent was three people.
The National Team Brothers stood with their arms crossed, completely unconcerned about Brother Crocodile’s high-speed approach. The National Foot Elder Three even pointed behind Brother Crocodile.
As Brother Crocodile rushed forward, he suddenly sensed a swoosh behind his head. He imdiately turned his head, glancing behind him in his peripheral vision, but it was too late. A golden light filled his vision.
Bang!
A loud, crisp sound echoed as an energy hamr struck the back of Brother Crocodile’s head.
"This is impossible."
Brother Crocodile was shocked. In his perception, there was nothing behind him. His perception had awakened through countless life-and-death situations.
Brother Crocodile didn’t know that the National Team Brothers’ small energy hamr could block perception. Apart from the whistling wind, this energy hamr had no other flaws.
Getting hit by the National Team’s energy hamr is never a good experience, not to ntion the hamr’s shock force and damage. The hamr’s trait alone was enough to floor Brother Crocodile; even Su Xiao had been immobilized by this kind of energy hamr before.
The small energy hamr’s trait is potent: if it hits an enemy’s weapon or armor, it immobilizes them for 2-3 seconds; if it hits their body directly, it immobilizes them for 3-5 seconds. As long as it hits, there’s no evaluation process; the energy hamr is the National Team Brothers’ core ability.
With this strike, Brother Crocodile was immobilized for 4 seconds. If his resistance or strength were enough, he might break free from the immobilization.
But in 0.5 seconds, another energy hamr flew from behind, again targeting Brother Crocodile’s head.
Clang, Brother Crocodile shuddered while immobilized, increasing his immobilization ti from 4 seconds to 9 seconds.
The next mont, yet another energy hamr flew in, again aiming for the back of his head. After three consecutive strikes, Brother Crocodile felt as if a portion of the back of his head had sunken in.
"Ah!!"
Brother Crocodile’s body trembled as he forcefully tried to escape from the immobilization effect. Unlike dizziness-type control effects, which are difficult to shake off with sheer will, immobilization is different: in principle, when the energy hamr hits Brother Crocodile, the hamr’s golden energy envelops him, causing the immobilization effect. It’s like a solidified layer of cent; if you have enough strength, you can likely break free.
Crack, crack...
The golden light flickered on Brother Crocodile’s body as he was about to break free from the immobilization effect. However, the National Team Brothers were already closing in with sly grins.
At this mont, each of the three brothers wielded a long-handled large energy hamr. These hamrs were about 2 ters long, entirely gold in color, made entirely of energy, with sledgehamr heads the size of barrels.
The sight of three burly n charging with three large energy hamrs was absolutely stunning.
Blood oozed through Brother Crocodile’s clenched teeth as he realized that if the National Team Brothers surrounded him, he’d be in big trouble today.
"No way..."
Before Brother Crocodile could even shout, the National Foot Elder Three had already reached him, leaping into the air, gripping the hamr handle tightly, and raising the large energy hamr above his head.
"Demacia!"
Elder Three roared, wheeling down the large energy hamr.
Bam!
A large hamr shattered Brother Crocodile’s illusions, directly smashing into the top of his head.
Following National Foot Elder Three, National Foot Boss’s hamr arrived.
Bang, bang, bang...
The two brothers hamred down like blacksmiths, with the large hamr heads falling like raindrops. They would occasionally shout phrases like ’Eat my old grandson’s hamr, are you dead or not, friendly strike, invincible wind fire wheel’. Just watching it hurt, let alone getting hamred. Brother Crocodile was infuriated, not knowing if he would be hamred to death, but surely he would be furious to death.
By now, Brother Crocodile was already hamred to the ground, the immobilization effect long gone, and a more desperate situation unfolded.
The National Team Brothers’ small hamr had an immobilization effect, but the large hamr had a dizziness effect. Every ti the large hamr hit an enemy, there was a high chance of causing a 0.3-second dizziness.
Although 0.3 seconds doesn’t seem long, what if two hamrs strike at the sa ti? The result was that Brother Crocodile couldn’t even stand up, only lying on the ground, curling his body and clenching his head to avoid critical blows.
Bang, bang, bang...
"Woolalalala."
"Fatal strike, painful strike, fatherly strike."
"Inside, inside..."
Amidst flying sand and dirt, the National Team Boss and Elder Three indulged in their sweat on the field, while Brother Crocodile shed blood on the ground. Conservatively estimated, it wouldn’t be more than ten minutes before Brother Crocodile would hamr himself dry.
Brother Crocodile wasn’t too weak, but the National Team’s combat style was almost a nesis to a Lone Ranger. Their attacking ability wasn’t strong, but this was compensated by their control ability, which was imnsely shaless with its continuity.
While National Team Boss and Elder Three thoroughly hamred Brother Crocodile, one might wonder, where did National Foot Elder Two go? Don’t worry, he’s nearby.
One could see National Foot Elder Two standing in front of Brother Crocodile, assuming a horse stance, seemingly performing so kind of punches into the air, but it looked more like he was doing radio gymnastics. Behind him were the hard-working Boss and Elder Three, pounding the enemy.
Was Elder Two just ssing around? Not at all, he was a substitute.
This was a strategy the three brothers had long explored. The large energy hamr was strong but would continuously consu enormous stamina. If their physical attributes weren’t high enough, they would exhaust and collapse in less than two minutes.
Therefore, the three brothers thought of division of labor and cooperation: two people hamr while one is a temporary substitute. They alternated, with one always seizing the opportunity to recover stamina. As for why Elder Two was flailing around, in Elder Two’s words: ’With the other two brothers working hard, how could he slack off? Plus, it looked more imposing and also dealt a psychological blow to the enemy.’
Bang, bang, bang...
Amidst swirling yellow sand, Brother Crocodile was hamred helplessly, with the fervent energy hamrs hitting his body.
The audience was montarily silent before bursting into a tidal wave of cheers.
A full ten minutes passed as the National Foot trio alternated, and a large pit was hamred into the yellow sand fields. Only Brother Crocodile’s tail was left sticking out of the sand. Seeing this scene, Su Xiao finally understood why Travel Group’s sniper cannon Vini wanted to butcher the National Team trio: she had been hamred like this before.
"Phew~ That should be about enough."
National Team Boss wiped the hot sweat from his forehead. Their opponent’s resistance was too strong; even after all their hamring, the opponent still seed to have fight left.
"Stop the match!"
Hak called for the match to stop. He couldn’t bear watching anymore after ten consecutive minutes of hamring, which led to visual fatigue for the audience. As for how the hamred felt? He didn’t care. Therefore, continuing the match held little aning.
A few staff mbers entered the sandy field, montarily speechless as they looked at the large pit on the ground.
Soon, Brother Crocodile was dug out of the sand pit, with his face bruised and swollen. Upon seeing Brother Crocodile’s eyes, a few staff mbers were stunned.
This mber of the ’Viton Star’ combat race actually had wet corners of his eyes.
Was it pain that made Brother Crocodile cry? Definitely not. Even if his limbs were chopped off, he wouldn’t utter a sound. It was a humiliation that led to this.
Brother Crocodile was a warrior unafraid of dying in battle, but being hamred into sand for ten minutes in front of millions of spectators — what a humiliation.
"I... can still... fight."
Brother Crocodile tried to break free as the staff pulled his tail.
"Want more?"
National Team Boss widened his eyes, his hamr flipping in his hand before swinging another hamr at Brother Crocodile.
This hamr was intended for Brother Crocodile’s chest, but since Brother Crocodile was struggling, tragedy struck.
Bam!
National Team Boss, gripping the hamr, winced, inadvertently performing an iron hamr to the jewels in front of millions of spectators!
Brother Crocodile’s body stiffened, his eyes rolled back, and he imdiately fainted.
"Um... I didn’t an it."
National Team Boss looked apologetic; he truly didn’t intend to hit the opponent’s groin.
"What happened? That was such a beautiful strike."
Hak on the comntary stage laughed heartily.
"Hiss~"
Over 60% of the n in the audience gasped, instinctively clamping their legs. Even from a distance, they felt the pain for Brother Crocodile.
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