Supremacy Games

"Landlord did it again!! Only two bombs to get rid of a player. This newbie keeps making a joke out of veterans. Is anyone going to stop him?!!" Marlion automatically put the highlight on the large screen while shouting at the top of his voice.

The spectators were cheering before he even commentated, as they were watching Felix live humiliate his pursuer with one bomb.

Questions began to arise in the VIP rooms within the stadium, whether he was even a newbie. The VIP spectators were more knowledgeable than commoners. Thus, they could see what the commoners couldn't. At this instant, the way Felix was playing was showing an experience that could only be obtained after playing a hefty sum of games.

Knowing how to pace and conserve energy, not chasing after eliminations, not making rash decisions. The list goes on and on. All of those details were not supposed to be on an unranked player.

Unranked players were supposed to be dumb, scared, nervous, and have no idea what the f*ck they were doing. After all, they were participating in Supremacy Games for the very first time. it was common sense that the first game and even the second were always the hardest.

more than 99% of unranked newbies lost their first games. It was bound to happen to the best of the bloodliners.

Even the current top-ranked players lost their first games due to the lack of experience. Yet, Felix, a supposed newbie was literally making the veterans in the game appear like they were the newbies. This sight baffled the VIP spectators, making them switch their focus to him, planning to watch him during the entire game.

...

Above the normal seating, in one of the VIP rooms.

"Such a clear contrast, Wind Cloud used a total of 31 wind blades yet still didn't even damage his car." Said an elderly woman with long grey hair to another elder that was sitting beside her.

"Indeed, meanwhile Landlord relied only on the exterior environment to his advantage to save energy." The other elder rubbed his golden beard slightly and added with a smile, "It's clear that he is confident of his chances in emerging as the champion."

"How about we invite him to the clan?" She asked suddenly.

"Hmm, well he is a poison user and even with a legendary bloodline." He pondered while looking at Felix's car sidestepping the lava bursts from the river. Soon, he nodded his head and decided. "Alright, if he managed to win the race, we will extend an invitation to join as an outer member of the Clan."

"Well, I do believe he deserves to be an inner member." The elderly woman gave a mild smile and added, "But the clan sent you to scout for talents, not me. So it's your choice."

"We will see that later. For now, let's observe how he deals with those he caught up to." He said, smiling.

.....

Felix slowed his speed slightly, trying to keep his distance away from three hovercars in front of him. They were driving near each other in a triangle formation without fighting.

"Tsk, three-member alliance, exactly what I needed." Felix rubbed his eyebrows in irritation.

He was having a tough time finding a way to deal with them perfectly without wasting his energy or taking too much damage. Especially without getting delayed any further. He didn't want to entangle himself in the fight. It was not worth it.

A couple of minutes quickly passed by, and Felix merely kept observing the surroundings and the players ahead of him for any loophole to take advantage of.

Suddenly, the leftmost car had its window pulled down just slightly. Smoke was coming from that opening. The player was definitely smoking a cigarette. It wasn't against the rules or anything.

Felix was glad that it wasn't. His eyes glowed with delight as he finally saw the opportunity he needed.

"Hehe, if I used that inducement, I won't need to do anything."

top of his hand. Then, he put it

PHUSH!

near the alliance formation, forcing them to split

the launch button while

Whoosh

rapidly headed towards it unnoticed by anyone due to the lava pillar and its red color.

Poof!

"Strike!"

near the window of the car. Although the majority of the mist was left outside of the car, still a small part made it in. Felix didn't care if 1% or 99% of mist got in. As long as the player

rubbed his hands together while eying the assaulted car in anticipation. He even slowed down his speed to further

mess up

...

death!" Relieved, a chubby man wiped his sweaty forehead with his sleeve. After doing so, he hastily pressed his AP

Warshock are you

dodged successfully."

about

and found that Warshock's car was

"You Motherf*cker!"

soon replaced with rage after seeing two sides cannons suddenly pop out of Warshock's car doors. They were pointing straight at his enraged

to uplift his car. Unfortunately, he was too

Boom! Boom!

his window and hit him right in the head, while the other penetrated his car door easily landing on his chest.

his body. His eyes were losing their luster gradually. Yet, he had only one thought in his mind even

'Why now?'

Exactly, why now?

that betraying each other was imminent. But he assumed that wouldn't happen until at least they reached

was a serpent stalking them all along,

the effort we had to go

could blame

targeted them and ignored those who left them alone. The only thing they focused on was to reach

by a single attack from Warshock. There was nowhere in hell that Ultracraze would carry his partnership with him after

first; I was simply protecting myself."

wasn't lying though. He really saw that MightyMonka was pointing at him with

same gesture before when MightyMonka was dealing with a player. That player, who was assaulted by that electric

that he was going to be dealt with in the same manner as that

leave you. But you dare look down on my IQ

fortified car against the squishy car

him to have those kinds of massive canons installed in his car, it only signified that he gave up on installing defensive parts. His car standard parts didn't have a chance against

Crash!

the first collision as it dove down towards the river lava rapidly. He was smashed from above by Ultracraze's car front bumper,

Stop!! it was really not me!!" Scared out of his wits, Warshock kept cursing out loud while pulling the wheel to himself, trying to stabilize his car

Whoosh