Who is he?

Or...who taught Mr. Feng this technique?

"Could it be... Lord Kyushu?"

Leader S sat in his seat in despair, while he was making fearful guesses.

The last position on the playing field.

A girl of seventeen or eighteen years old slowly sat down along the seat. She raised her bright eyes that could light up the dark night.

"Wow."

Put your hands around your arms, and place your right leg on your lap habitually.

Turning his eyes to the stage——

"My hands are not fast enough."

"There's 0.2 grams more fuel."

"The last connecting wire of the detonator is 0.6 millimeters longer."

"..."

The girl leaned back on the chair, her right leg shook slightly, and there was a smile in her eyes, although her words were meant to criticize and find fault.

But there was no blame in his tone.

It is already very good that Mr. Feng can achieve this level...

He really tried his best!

"Ninety-five percent, ninety-six percent..."

The whole audience held their breath.

All the audience had their hearts in their throats.

Won...

Is this almost a win?

"I-did I really read that right?"

Vice-leader Xanadu almost stood up from his seat excitedly. He should have been calm and composed, but when he saw the progress of the game.

real.

People who have never lost cannot understand this joy.

This is the real power of the headquarters!

"Ninety-nine percent!"

"One percent...one, one hundred!"

"Ahhhhh, we won the first half, we won!"

A moment.

In the quiet competition field, when Master Feng's timed ammunition was completed, everyone screamed, went crazy, and shouted.

There is a joy of victory.

With the name of the headquarters;

Bring dignity;

The aggrieved and stunned expressions of the leaders of various countries spread throughout the competition venue.

But just at this moment!

"despair!"

A sound stopped the footsteps.

"despair!"

Two lanes.

Right at the entrance to the back door of the competition venue, two men and a woman wearing Kyushu assessment uniforms appeared quietly.

The assessors narrowed their eyes slightly and glanced towards the competition stage.

The location where the two of them were standing was so secretive that no one in the entire competition field could notice it except Quan Jin.

"The progress of National L players has been completed 100%!"

"The second half of the game will begin in ten seconds."

"Please exchange the finished product of the time bomb with the other party. The time limit for country L is three minutes, and the time limit for headquarters is thirty seconds!"

The referee's voice then sounded.

He turned up the volume, and his palms were sweating while holding the microphone: "Life is important. If you are not sure about defuse the bomb, you will automatically abstain."

"Beep-beep"

The countdown to the time bomb begins.

Young Master Feng raced against time to defuse the bomb, and the sound of the clock hand jumping could be heard in his ears.

Beep!

Beep!

"The time bomb has a total of five connecting lines. Master Feng from the headquarters has removed one, showing that it is safe! Completely 20%!"

"Two have been broken..."

Mr. Feng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Under the gaze of tens of thousands of eyes, relying on his own memory and knowledge, he cut the third connecting wire in fear.

Beep!

Displayed correctly.

"Two, only two left!"

"There are only two left in our headquarters. As long as we break one more, we can win!"

"Master Feng——"

"Live up to the headquarters, don't let her down!"

Mr. Feng tightly grasped the pliers in his hand, and at the last moment, when he was about to cut the last connecting wire, he paused.

because......

It’s over!

There was no last step in the video Quan Jin gave him!

Time passes faster and faster.

Country L simply abstained. Mr. Feng's time bomb only lasted thirty seconds, and he couldn't defuse it at all.

"You can't do it anymore?"

"Master Feng, if you cut the wrong one, it will explode."

"Admit defeat. Anyway, the assessors haven't arrived yet. Even if your headquarters loses, there is no threat, right?"

"Stop struggling, unless you want to risk your life!"

The players from National L were distracting Young Master Feng and deliberately disrupting his thoughts.

And the audience also noticed something was wrong with Mr. Feng.

It's been a full minute.

The game was about to end, but Master Feng still didn't move: "Master Feng, why did you stop?"

"Did there be an accident in the last step?"

"Can't lose, can't lose!"

right!

Can't lose.

These three words gave Mr. Feng courage. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, his heart pounded with the sound of the hour hand jumping, and he held the scissors in his hand...

Little by little.

Stretch towards one of the two red and yellow lines.

If you cut it wrong, the time bomb will explode. Although it will not kill you, it will definitely cause serious injury!

"Wow."

Young Master Feng reached for the red line.
To be continued...