The old bull roared angrily, then exerted force from his feet, and within a few steps he reached Zhao Huoshan, smashing down with his right fist that had been gathering strength for a long time.

Zhao Huoshan advanced instead of retreating, lowered his center of gravity, pressed his left hand on his right, used his shoulder as a pivot, and slammed into the old bull.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two muffled sounds rang out almost simultaneously.

Zhao Huoshan successfully crashed into the old bull's chest, while the old bull, missing with his punch, decisively struck Zhao Huoshan's back with his elbow, and the two exchanged positions directly.

"Cough..." A hoarse cough escaped the old bull's mouth, and immediately he retreated several steps, showing an expression of pain, as if enduring immense suffering.

Though Zhao Huoshan wasn't faring well either, at least from the outside, his condition seemed better than the old bull's.

"Watch out!"

This time, the first to initiate the attack was Zhao Huoshan. After the first round, he roughly understood the old bull's level.

Honestly, if it weren't for the old bull's old injury flaring up, Zhao Huoshan might not have been able to defeat him. But reality is reality, and with the saying "strike while he's down," Zhao Huoshan didn't want to miss this opportunity.

The unsuspecting old bull was directly grabbed by Zhao Huoshan by the right hand, then his shoulder was slammed by Zhao Huoshan's, and the next second a swift over-the-shoulder throw ended the fight.

"Phew..." Miao Yueqian watching the fight let out a breath, unable to help but worry about the old bull's condition.

Currently, both sides were gritting their teeth and holding on, waiting to see who could last till the end. The struggle wasn't limited to the area around the villa; even Wei Shuai and others were engaged in close-quarters combat.

Both sides had exhausted their ammunition, and although they had some grenades left, using them clearly wasn't an option now, as that would mean collective elimination.

Everyone was eager to finish the fight here and rush forward to aid their teammates, so it seemed like a mutual agreement not to use grenades for mutual destruction.

"Exciting, really exciting!" Many in the audience seats shouted with exhilaration.

Intense gunfights in movies and TV shows had been seen too many times, more eye-catching scenes than these had been watched a lot, making it hard for anyone to be truly impressed.

But this real close-combat fight was different, filled with the essence of primitive violence, each shout resonating with a special rhythm that could stir deep inner emotions!

Moreover, what they were witnessing wasn't a movie but a live broadcast.

Seconds ticked away, and people kept falling, never to rise again, everyone's hearts rising to their throats, the last person standing near the villa.

Whichever team he belonged to, tonight's champion would be born.

"Brother Shan, quickly... go and pull the flag." A member of the Guangyang Team, like an octopus, hugged a member of the Jiangcheng Team tightly, clearly exhausted, but it wasn't the time to rest.

"Don't worry, victory belongs to us." Zhao Huoshan let out a breath as he stepped towards the villa, genuinely unable to run anymore.

But just then, his neck was suddenly locked from behind, and before he could react, his body immediately lost balance and he rolled into the sea of flowers on both sides of the road.

The person holding him was none other than the old bull who had earlier fallen.

The old bull wasn't an invincible superhuman, but thinking of his wife, children, and family, he seemed to have gained limitless strength out of thin air.

This strength supported him to rise.

Then, from deep within his heart, a voice kept shouting the same three words: "Can't lose! Can't lose!"

"..." This scene stunned the audience.

It was well known from the rules that once that flower sea was destroyed, the only result would be elimination, not to mention the rocky slope they were rolling down was risking their lives!

Is it worth it just for a championship?

Soon the answer was clear: it's worth it!

Because the audience wasn't ordinary people; most were elites in their respective fields.

They asked themselves, if it were them in the arena, they might have done the same.

The only question was... would it be the Jiangcheng Team or the Guangyang Team that got eliminated?

The likely answer was the Jiangcheng Team because without the old bull's actions, they wouldn't have rolled into that flower sea.

Within the underground base, alarms suddenly blared, and Qian Shaoyuan quickly pulled up the nearby monitor to see that in the flower sea, most loved by the boss, and painstakingly transplanted, there were two figures.

Both were in tattered clothes, wounds were a blurred mess, appearing like two refugees or vagabonds.

"Report it," Qian Shaoyuan said with a frown, "the rules have been breached."

Those around were reluctant, though not knowing the exact circumstances, looking at the dire state of the two in the footage, they must have fought to the very last moment; reporting now seemed somewhat heartless.

Nevertheless, thinking of the boss's strictness, everyone remained silent.

But unexpectedly, at that moment, a voice came from the base's speakers: "The match continues, don't contact the competition committee."

This voice was familiar to everyone in the base, however, they didn't find the boss's exception strange.

On the contrary, this decision was more humane, making them sigh inwardly: It turns out the boss isn't heartless after all...

Xue Nuofu stood quietly on the rooftop. If he said he wasn't distressed at all seeing his painstakingly transplanted and carefully nurtured Christmas Roses destroyed, that was clearly impossible.

But Xue Nuofu thought, since it was already ruined, the outcome couldn't be changed, why not simply embrace the mistake and watch the match to its conclusion?

"Old bull!" Miao Yueqian cried softly, her fists unconsciously tightening.

All along, the old bull's results were middle to bottom within the team, but he was the most driven, even more so than Wei Shuai, which was admirable and was what Miao Yueqian appreciated most about him.

Yet seeing the old bull fight to this extent, Miao Yueqian felt uneasy inside, feeling it wouldn't matter even if they didn't win the championship.

In the screen, after a long while, Zhao Huoshan struggled several times before climbing up. He didn't get angry, just frowned looking at the old bull covered in dust and wounds all over, seemed to be lost in thought.

"Rest well," Zhao Huoshan sighed, using the last of his strength to climb the slope, but just as he moved, his ankle was tightly clutched by the old bull, eyes full of determination, seemingly as long as he breathed, he wouldn't give up on victory.

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