Supremacy Games

Johnson didn't dare to retort as he truly started to believe that his mouth was cursed. The last time in the camping mock practice, he also ended up jinxing them.

Thus, he merely scratched the back of his head with an abashed expression.

"How are we going to play this?" The stoic Lena saved him by saying with her eyebrows knitted, "Based on the current distance and speed of the package, it will touch the ground or a tree near us in the next 5 minutes to ten minutes. If we act now, we still have a chance to relocate before everyone collapses on us."

However, Felix had a different take than hers.

"Take only the tents and leave the rest untouched." Felix clapped both of his hands and informed, "We are not going anywhere. We need to reduce the size of teams in the area. Otherwise, no matter where we locate, they will always be near us. And if we managed to get the tracker, they won't stop from hunting us down for it."

Before they could ask how were they supposed to achieve so, Felix cracked his knuckles and said with a hidden glint, "We will use synergy TFD."

Everyone's eyes brighten up as they began to notice the feasibility of the synergy in their current state.

However, soon Nathan shook his head and said, "It won't work. No one is dumb enough to enter by their own will."

Felix chuckled and pointed at Walton, "Then we just have to give them no choice but to enter."

Walton scratched his red-beard in bewilderment, as he had no idea what Felix was trying to imply.

However, the quick-witted ones instantly saw through Felix's intentions, and all of their doubts about the plan succeeding went up to smoke.

Not to waste time, Felix ordered everyone to take care of their tent and for Johnson to split from the team and start puffing fog.

While doing those two tasks, they were discussing the plan and their roles in it telepathically.

Although they had only five minutes tops, it was more than enough to understand their roles.

The preparation camp wasn't utterly useless as everyone was already familiar with each other's abilities just like their own.

...

"It seems like our national team has an ace up their sleeves! However..."

Janna's excited tone soon died down after being shown by Micheal that there were at least 10 teams aiming for the package that was about to land 20 meters north from the US team's camp.

Worst of all, the England team was also rushing swiftly towards the camp. This team wasn't like any other as it was being led personally by the 4th ranker in the Ten Elites list.

William Bently, The Meastro of England!

After a short while...

with an England flag in its chest, exclaimed in bewilderment as he pointed

encasing at least a 200-meter

fell right into the center of this

all of the approaching teams had stopped at once

step forth into the fog without

the competition." A slender man with a pretty face and long ash-grey

girl with a small mole next to her upper lip, closed her eyes

later, she started murmuring, "There are only three users, one belongs to the Cuban team, another to the Mozambique team, and lastly one in the American

opened her eyes and asked, "Captain William, should I dive deeper

just harming your mind and we

her memory for a

able to recall them unless there was a

to the element as she had unlocked it from the Memory Eater Octopus, a water elemental beast

the bloodliners were able to unlock both the elemental abilities gotten from the

is going to

William rested his chin on his hand as he recalled

might not know much about the other two teams as it was impossible to know every bloodliner participating in this competition, but for Felix and his

knew if the fog had any relation to the American team, they needed to be at their

Felix could erupt those red pillars under their feet without

we wait until the fog clears

energy wouldn't be able to sustain such a

need to think of anything as the fog would disappear by itself in the

his mind after hearing thrilled shouts and furious ones being emitted from within the

THE TRACKER SPLIT

He stabbed me in the thigh and stole the tracker! Chase him

hand of the Cuban team's

can't see shit! Someone

Boom!! BOOOM! Rumble!!...

to the voices of bloodliners fighting, a scene of complete Chaos was painted vaguely in the minds of the bloodliners standing outside of

next to them while some only heard far-off echoes. However, all of them shared

before on staying outside until the fog clears

so sure

some teams had already entered the fog before

the unique voices hadn't exceeded already ten, they would have assumed that a team was trying to bait them into

other, even a layman would know that it

TO DIG A

options as the moment they heard the term 'tunnel', the captains immediately ordered for their