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...

smoke or fog?" A stout man, wearing a white and red uniform with an England flag in its chest, exclaimed in bewilderment as he pointed his finger

ought to be feel startled as the cloud was encasing

right into the center of this cloud and disappeared out of

wasn't the only one surprised by the sudden rise of the fog, as all of the approaching teams had stopped at once and began revisiting

to step forth into

fog elementalists participating in the competition." A slender man with a pretty face

next to her upper lip, closed her eyes shut while leaning against

to the Cuban team, another to the Mozambique

eyes and asked, "Captain William,

be just harming your mind and we still need your mental abilities in the next

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

cases, she wouldn't have been able to recall

element as she had unlocked it from the Memory

to unlock both the elemental abilities gotten from the primogenitors and the evolutionary traits,

is going to be

chin on his hand as he recalled the videos of the American team's battles. Especially the

bloodliner participating in this competition, but for Felix and his teammates? His memory was still

team, they needed

they know that Felix could erupt those red pillars under their

asked, "Should we wait until the fog clears out? I doubt it

Johnson's energy wouldn't be able to

played it slow, they wouldn't need to think of anything as the fog would disappear by itself in the next five minutes to ten minutes, depending on Johnson's energy

after hearing thrilled shouts

TRACKER SPLIT UP AND

stabbed me in the thigh and

hand of

can't see shit!

Boom!! BOOOM! Rumble!!...

moment the noises of explosions were added to the voices of bloodliners fighting, a scene of complete Chaos was painted vaguely in

like they were just next to them while some

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

so

some teams had already entered the

hadn't exceeded already ten, they would have assumed that a team

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

TO DIG A TUNNEL AND

given that much time to consider all options as the moment they heard the term 'tunnel',