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...

uniform with an England flag in its chest, exclaimed in bewilderment as he pointed his finger at a humongous cloud of

feel startled as the cloud was encasing at least

into the center of this cloud

the fog, as all of the approaching teams

for anyone to step forth into the fog without making sure

please tell me the names of the fog elementalists participating in the competition." A slender man with a pretty face and long ash-grey hair voiced his request

a small mole next to her upper lip, closed

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

asked, "Captain William, should I dive deeper and find more

said, "No need, you will be just harming your mind and we still need your mental abilities

allows her to enhance her memory for a limited time and gain access to the memories that were stored

able to recall them unless there was

had unlocked it from the

unlock both the elemental abilities gotten from the primogenitors

American team..Uhmm, this is going

rested his chin on his hand as he recalled the videos of the American

to know every bloodliner participating in this

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

they know that Felix could erupt those red pillars under

the plan captain?" The stout man asked, "Should we wait until the fog clears out? I doubt

able to sustain such a large amount

would

removed from his mind after hearing thrilled shouts

GOT THE TRACKER SPLIT UP

in the thigh and stole the tracker! Chase him

the hand of

shit! Someone block

Boom!! BOOOM! Rumble!!...

fighting, a scene of complete Chaos was painted vaguely

the noises like they were just next to them while some

before on staying outside until the fog clears out just like the Burly man thought, but

weren't so

it was clear as crystal that some teams had already entered the fog before them and

assumed that a team was trying to bait them

were so distinct from each other, even a layman would know

HE IS TRYING TO DIG

that much time to consider all options as the moment they heard the term 'tunnel', the captains immediately ordered for their