Ultimately, the second round ended without any further suspense.
The Elyndorian team secured absolute victory with yet another crushing performance.
On stage, the host announced the results with a stiff, unnatural expression.
The entire arena erupted in cheers.
Serena's expression remained calm and lazy as she slowly stood up.
With one hand tucked into her pocket, she stood beneath the gaze of hundreds of competitors from dozens of nations.
She let out a soft chuckle, curling a cold, arrogant smirk, her crisp voice cutting through the air with absolute clarity. “Seven or eight countries joined forces to take down Elyndor alone?”
“Sorry, but it looks like Elyndor alone surrounded all seven or eight of you.”
The cold, blatant arrogance was taken to the absolute extreme.
Her demeanor was utterly imperious and haughty.
The atmosphere in the venue ignited instantly.
Phelps stood frozen, his face a ghastly shade of ashen grey.
This time, he couldn't even force the words "dumb luck" past his lips.
Because everyone had seen it crystal clear.
Elyndor wasn't just getting lucky.
Elyndor was genuinely dominant.
And the Elyndorian Captain standing at the forefront, Serena Lancaster.
Was terrifyingly capable.
In the face of an absolute crushing disparity in skill.
All schemes and tricks were reduced to a monumental joke.
As for the competitors from other nations, their higher-ups, and the officials...
In this moment, looking at the radiant Elyndorian competitors on stage.
For the very first time.
Deep within their bones.
Toward Elyndor.
They felt a profound sense of awe and dread!
...
The day's matches officially came to a close.


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