Supremacy Games

The Canadian captain guessed that his team's position was already compromised while they were still within the fog.

After all, he understood that it was impossible to know, which country they were representing without seeing the flag on their chest or know someone in their team.

They were hidden almost perfectly on the trees, giving off only bits of their clothes. Thus, it was impossible to rely on that and figure out their identity.

Now their plan of waiting until the tracker lands in others' hands wasn't even an available option since they were requested help from their country's ally.

If they rejected the request under the world's eyes, it would look neither pretty for them nor for their country.

He didn't have the thought of acting deaf to Felix's request since they were bound to show themselves sooner or later.

Left with no options, the Canadian captain jumped from the tree followed by his teammates. They immediately gathered and entered a battle formation.

Everyone's eyes were on the Canadian captain, wondering what would be his response. Even the two teams withdrew their abilities at once since they already lost most of the advantage.

If they attacked now, Felix and the rest would be able to dodge the abilities salvo while letting a few hit the water spheres that were protecting them.

20 meters distance or so was more than enough for even a bloodliner with trash reflexes to react in time.

Plus, they had no intention of helping the Canadian captain out of his plight. They were happy enough to have their embarrassing scene replaced with another unrelated to them.

After a couple of seconds of silence, the Canadian captain coughed and replied in dejection, "As much as I want to offer my assistance to my dear American friends, I am afraid that we can't." He swiftly clarified, "The competition rules forbid the teams from helping each other, and I don't want my team and my country to be punished by the Organization."

Alas, his excuse didn't even take root in the mind of the listeners before Felix exposed him nonchalantly, "We are banned from assisting each other in collecting flags or sharing the tracker, not fighting."

"If you don't want to help, just say so." Felix shook his head in disappointment as he placed down the tracker back on the package and closed it again.

He didn't want the items inside to be damaged by the upcoming battle.

He turned to his teammates and ordered, "Prepare for battle, it's going to be just us."

Johnson, who was acting dead for a while, immediately stood up and scoffed, "If we knew that our countries relationship meant so little to you, we wouldn't have stopped ambushing you in the fog earlier."

"Forget it, Johnson." Kenny smiled bitterly as his body turned invisible, "It is what it is."

Their country's image

or not, but they were inclining to believe it as

did. This meant, the US team

result of Felix's ambush on the Angola team, they knew that the outcome

the US team had honored their close alliance

was the last thing that the Canadian captain

a different attitude on the outside, "You got it all wrong! My team will

pushed

are all yours." Felix smiled faintly while turning his head back in front. Then, he started sizing up the other team who was wearing a white outfit stripped

flag and noticed that it

much to him as even with five teams ganging up on him, he would

use any abnormal brute force in this competition unless

cursed Felix in his mind while giving him a polite head

the Philippine team, who were also facing them with

two against two, which was to the liking of everyone except for the Canadian team,

lanky man with long thin arms

they watched of those red pillars destroying the Hilton team that was close

your barrier was broken, hold your breaths and withdrew at the back of the formation until Santiago shield you

one last time before snapping

started to emerge from

as the pain of having his skin wrapped like that,

experiencing was understandable as those two huge lamps continued to extend forward slowly while shaping up into

belonged to reptile species with their thick blue skin

the transformation was over, the Argentinian captain loosened up his tightened fists and started opening and closing his beastial hands until he was doing it at a faster

bad boys.' The Argentinian straightened up his back in pride as he kept lowkey flaunting

as they simply focused on activating their abilities

their captain and another

prepared for launch or were buffing out the front-liners.

paying close attention to Noah's and

Noah, his arms morphed into Yeti's giant arms, which were laced

he got after reaching the greater

place while having his hands situated in front of

his bronze metallic shimmer on his entire skin, it was