The Doomsday System

Chapter 35 Duel Group

After finishing gathering with other players who had the same number on the reels, the practice session immediately began. Mike's group becomes the first against a group of players unknown to him. He had already said not to use the troops during the duel between the groups, as well as the Gried.

All groups other than the dueling participants began to step aside from the middle of the field, giving them ample space to fight. Dom installed a protective shield around the field to avoid a missed attack on other participants, so no player was injured before starting the group duel.

Mike pulled his sword out of the inventory. This time his weapon was not only a sword, but he also had an arrow bow. Previously Mike had practiced using the bow and felt like an Archer who had shrewdly pulled the bow. The new skill he obtained would be very useful, because he did not need to practice anymore to use any weapons.

Mike also bought new artifacts from the system store that the price is enough to make Mike feel heavy hearted. He bought a dragon crystal ring that cost over four hundred and fifty thousand coins. The artifact increased MP and HP by three thousand each. Of course it was a commensurate price for an incredible artifact. Mike became the only player with a mid-level artifact.

"Focus your ears. When the whistle rings, it means the group duel has already begun. It doesn't matter if you're ready or not, because the enemy will never wait for you to be ready." Dom stared at the two groups in the middle of the field with a slight sneaky smile. The whistle was ready at the end of his lips, preparing to receive the puff and produce a sound.

Mike doesn't have to be too serious. Precisely if he expended all his abilities, his opponent would lose instantly. Mike had to adjust the power to the players around him. This duel is a group duel. Of course the function is to train cohesiveness in cooperation and see the extent of the power of the players gathered. If Mike dominated this duel, then there would be no chance to see how capable they were when not in fear. Not like the last time.

Priiii!!!!

Whistle ringing. Before the sound was at the end, the opposing group had already moved to attack. Although they look compact at a glance, but Mike can see that there is no cooperation between them. All of the combined movements that were launched were filled with fatal gaps.

Mike is currently facing several players at once. The individual on the opposing side was stronger than the members of Mike's group. Two of Mike's men fought one of the opponents. Although there were some who fought alone, but still the rest of the members from the other party were still three people left.

The three of them were the strongest in the group. They're trying to take a chance when Mike's not using his army. I don't know where that confidence comes from, but they feel they can beat Mike who is 'powerless'.

Mike's opponent is two swordsmen and one player who serves as a tanker. They floated two swords in each hand from different directions, while the tanker prepared with its shield to protect the two attackers from Mike's counter-attack.

Two-way attacks are not difficult to avoid. With agility reaching level sixteen, their attacks instead looked slow by him. Mike easily dodged and lashed a punch right at the chin of one of the swordsmen who attacked him, making the player faint instantly. The tanker who was preparing couldn't even see the speed of Mike's fist movements, so he couldn't give his comrade a shield.

"Damn! What is the difference in strength so far?"

The remaining swordsman inched backwards, exchanging positions with other comrades. The tanker remains in place to stop Mike from helping his other comrades. It would be very messy if Mike stepped in to help. He was aware of how strong the man in front of him was, but he had already learned to overcome fear after helping the assault to defeat the trolls.

Mike had no intention of helping. They should be able to finish their own fight. No matter how the results look at the end, Mike just wants all players to get a lesson about weaknesses that can be self-referential to become stronger.

The match lasted longer than expected because Mike did not show too much ability. He did not care about the comments he would get after the match. As long as this could help ease the burden of the future, Mike would care nothing else.

"As I thought! Brother Cha will not help the weak just for the sake of a meaningless victory for him. Why does he always look cool? It makes me feel jealous!" Gried who was staring at the fight Mike could only support him with a radiant look on his face. Gried knows that Mike is not as flabby as a hero. Dimata Gried, Mike is a good and firm brother figure.

"As the saying goes 'have fought as much as possible', huh?" Mike breathed heavily. He considers the person who believes such a saying to be a hypocrite. They said they had fought with all their might, but they had never intended to fight with death.

"Hi, Brother! Nice action!" Gried gave a tos to Mike who had arrived on the sidelines.

"Good action you say? Even if I'm mostly silent?"

"That's exactly what I mean by good action!" Gried smiled. His hands clenched, gently hitting Mike's stomach. The two were next to each other waiting for the next group to compete.

Priiiit!!!

A whistle sounded indicating the match had already started. Two groups advanced at about the same time. Mike and Gried watched the match in front of them closely.

"Gried, give me a good show when you perform." Mike said without taking his eyes off the match.

"Then I just need to shut up like you did before, right?"

"Basic boy! You think being silent like a fool would look interesting? It's different from me who can do that!" Mike raised one eyebrow, slightly mocking the much younger Gried.

Mike can indeed put pressure on opponents just by staying silent. He had useful skills for such a thing, so he would look like a true master.

"Ah, is it done?" Mike was a little disappointed when he turned his eyes back towards the middle of the field. The game up ahead looks heavy.

"Isn't that the person who challenged brother back then? If it's not wrong, it's Stade, right?" Gried furrowed his brows staring at a stature that was no stranger to him.

"He felt stronger than the last time he met. This is what I expected. Learn from your weaknesses and grow stronger. I don't know why, I think I'm starting to like that guy." Mike smiled seeing Stade who was his opponent at that time had grown stronger.

"It's my turn!" Gried walked to the center of the field when all the sprawling torso was carried by medical experts. Although they are medical experts, they are only a group of people who often rely on potions.

"Don't let me down, Gried!"