“This round is looking grim.”
“It’s over... With such a ferocious computing attack, the Elyndorian team won't hold up, no matter how good they are.”
“How could anyone survive being targeted by so many countries at once?”
...
In the audience, people were either furious or deeply worried. Almost every voice predicted their downfall.
Meanwhile.
Phelps Prescott’s hands flew frantically across his keyboard. As he built his own data fortress, he kept a close eye on the defense perimeter of the Elyndorian team.
Watching the Elyndorian perimeter besieged by countless red dots and teetering on the edge of collapse.
His mouth curled up inch by inch, revealing a sinister smile.
“Serena!”
He ground his teeth, his voice a hoarse, vicious snarl. “Let’s see how you survive this!”
This was entirely his doing.
The Elyndorian team had performed far too well in the first round.
He wasn't the only one who panicked.
The competitors from other nations had panicked as well.
Everyone knew it.
If Elyndor was allowed to maintain this momentum, nothing would be able to stop them later on.
The sheer capability the Elyndorian team displayed had instilled an unprecedented sense of crisis in everyone.
So, right before the match, he exploited a loophole in the rules and secretly formed an alliance with competitors from seven or eight different countries, including several heavy hitters.
That orchestration led directly to this spectacular digital war.
They were going to direct all their attack routes to simultaneously throttle Elyndor’s data defense perimeter.
Many of the competitors from those allied nations had suffered humiliating defeats at the hands of the Elyndorians in the first round. Their morale had been shattered, leaving them brimming with apprehension and hostility toward the team.


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