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...

Is that smoke or fog?" A stout man, wearing a white and red uniform with an England flag in its

startled as the cloud was encasing at least

that the package fell right into the center of this cloud and disappeared

fog, as all of the approaching teams had stopped at once and began revisiting their

step forth into the fog without making sure to

competition." A slender

it." A delicate girl with a small mole next to her upper lip, closed her eyes shut while leaning against a

belongs to the Cuban team, another to the Mozambique team,

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

just harming your mind and we still need your mental abilities

*Panmensia*, which allows her to enhance her memory for a limited time and

able to recall them

no relation to the element as she had unlocked it from the Memory Eater Octopus, a water elemental beast known for consuming the memories of its

abilities gotten from the

American team..Uhmm, this is going to

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

as it was impossible to know every bloodliner participating in this competition, but for Felix and his teammates? His memory was

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

could erupt those red pillars under their feet without even seeing him

we wait until the fog clears out? I doubt

able to

would disappear by itself in the next five minutes to ten minutes,

those thoughts were removed from his mind after hearing thrilled shouts and furious ones being

GOT THE TRACKER SPLIT UP AND

in the thigh and stole the tracker! Chase

the hand of the Cuban

see shit! Someone block

Boom!! BOOOM! Rumble!!...

the voices of bloodliners fighting, a scene of complete Chaos

them clearly heard the noises like they were just next to them while some only heard far-off echoes. However, all of them shared expressions of agitation

outside until the fog clears out just like the Burly man

so sure

teams had already entered the fog before them and started battling with

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

voices were so distinct from each other, even a layman would know that it was

HE IS TRYING TO DIG A TUNNEL

the term 'tunnel', the