It's broken! I was targeted by the villain after the apocalypse

Yang Shu finished the first game cleanly and neatly, finally regaining face for the Superpower Army and allowing the people to see how powerful the Superpower Army is.

The next person to appear is Zhang Wen Qian, and she will fight against the 20th person, Deng Jinghui from the first team of the Superpower Army.

The two men introduced themselves to each other and began to fight.

Deng Jinghui was one of the first people to join the Superpower Army. In the early days of the Superpower Army's formation, he decided to join without hesitation.

His vision and strength are among the best in the superpower army.

He knew very well that there was no such thing as a casual first place, and the lady in her forties in front of him definitely did not get the first place purely by luck as other comrades said.

"I'm sorry." Deng Jinghui used his special move right from the start.

Suddenly, several rapidly rotating traps formed on the ground of Tiananmen Square and were moving towards Zhang Wen Qian.

"Deng Jinghui's ability is the prison trap. His current ability level is level four, and he can control eight prison traps at the same time." Duan Haiping explained at the right time, "This kind of trap has a strong restrictive effect. Once you are trapped, it is very difficult to break free."

Liu Jinan couldn't help but worry about his godmother.

Although godmother's ability level has reached level five, her ability is summoning.

Zhang Bao's strength is unquestionable, but Zhang Wen Qian's physical strength is only equivalent to that of an ordinary level five psychic.

Liu Jinan used his spiritual power to investigate and discovered that the prison traps would devour each other over time, forming a larger trap.

If it were to trap Zhang Wen Qian in its final form, even Zhang Bao would probably find it difficult to break the trap and rescue his godmother.

On the field, Zhang Wen Qian also discovered that the prison trap could become larger through fusion.

She immediately enlarged the little pig in her arms, turned over and rode on Zhang Bao.

"Mom, hold my hair tight, I'm going to rush." ​​Zhang Bao said to Zhang Wen Qian through the master-pet contract.

Zhang Wenqian hugged Zhang Bao's neck tightly: "Go ahead, let's fight side by side!"

Encouraged by his master, Zhang Bao's fighting power increased greatly, and he took Zhang Wen Qian to avoid all traps.

He is so flexible that he doesn't look like a fat man.

Zhang Wen Qian held Zhang Bao tightly. Although her strength was not as good as that of a strength-enhanced psychic, the fifth-level psychic ability also improved her physical fitness, making her much stronger than an ordinary person.

Seeing the wild boar getting closer and closer to him, Deng Jinghui had to use his supernatural powers again to let the prison trap protect himself.

As expected, Zhang Bao was afraid of the consequences and had to stop.

Deng Jinghui thought that a tug-of-war would follow, but unexpectedly, a flash of light appeared before his eyes, and Zhang Wen Qian showed her magic wand.

The staff is her personal weapon. Weapons are not prohibited in friendly matches in order to allow psychics to perform at their highest level.

Deng Jinghui naturally also had a weapon, a Desert Eagle pistol.

But he was a little hesitant about whether to take it out and use it. If he accidentally hurt the other party, he would be a sinner of the Superpower Army.

Seeing this, Liu Jinan poked Duan Haiping's arm and said, "Didn't you tell them to try their best to win the game?"

He wasn't worried at all that the gun might hurt his godmother.

After transforming into a mutant, the speed of the bullet is no longer a big deal and it can be easily avoided with the mutant's reaction ability.

Even if you can't avoid it, you can use your supernatural powers to collide with the bullet and shift its trajectory.

Zhang Wen Qian is already a level 5 psychic. Not to mention a Desert Eagle, even if Deng Jinghui carried a rocket launcher, he could not hurt Zhang Wen Qian at all.

This is the power of psychics. Under the protection of the chrysene element, their resistance to man-made objects has been greatly enhanced. Only attacks from other psychics and mutant creatures, or battles in the Lingbao Secret Realm, can pose a threat to them.

Duan Haiping frowned slightly: "The rules of the friendly match allow contestants to carry weapons. I thought I didn't need to give instructions on this matter."

"Okay, why are you angry with them?" Liu Jinan comforted him, "They are soldiers, and they are Chinese soldiers. Chinese soldiers will not point their guns at the people at will, which shows that he is a very good soldier."

Duan Haiping's frown instantly relaxed: "An An is right, but we can't go on like this. Losing to my godmother is fine, but if other members of the superpower army lose to civilian masters who are weaker than them because they don't dare to shoot, it will be too embarrassing."

He asked Liu Jinan to continue watching the game and wait for him for a moment, and then found the director and asked him to tell the host through the backstage to remind the contestants that they could use weapons.

During this period, Zhang Wen Qian held the energy-infusing staff and injected the power of storm into Zhang Bao.

As soon as Zhang Bao opened his mouth, a hurricane of wind suddenly came out of his mouth, sending Deng Jinghui directly into the sky.

Deng Jinghui was dizzy from the wind and when he came to his senses he found himself being sent off the stage, which meant he was out.

He returned to the competition venue in frustration: "Sister, you are really awesome."

Zhang Wenqian smiled and said, "You are not weak either. Besides, you should take action when necessary. Times are different now."

Deng Jinghui understood what Zhang Wenqian meant. If he had just fired, there might have been a chance to avoid the hurricane.

But if he lost, he lost. The gap between him and Zhang Wen Qian was too big, and he couldn't catch up with her with just a pistol.

At this time, the host came between the two and first announced that Zhang Wenqian was the winner.

Then he continued, "I repeat, weapons are allowed in friendly matches, whether they are hot weapons or cold weapons, as long as they are not nuclear weapons, they can be used in friendly matches. Please rest assured that the shield of the competition venue is jointly constructed by hundreds of psychics, and it can guarantee absolute safety!"

After the game, Deng Jinghui returned to his comrades dejectedly.

"I'm sorry, I lost." He lowered his head and apologized to his comrades.

His comrades comforted him. After all, his opponent was Zhang Wen Qian, who won first place in the points race, so his failure was forgivable.

Amid the consoling voices, a cold sarcasm was particularly piercing: "You should apologize, but you should apologize to yourself! Ask yourself, did you try your best in today's game? Did you give your opponent enough respect?"

Facing a series of questions, Deng Jinghui tried hard to hold back tears: "I tried my best, but I, I am no match for her."

"I know you are no match for her. We all know you can't beat her." Xin Liangquan, the captain of the first squad of the Superpower Army, said to him unhappily, "But you don't even have the courage to pick up a weapon. You are a warrior, you should show all your abilities in this arena! Have you done it?"

"I..." Deng Jinghui's face turned pale, but he couldn't utter even a word to refute.

He was wrong. Even if he lost, he should have tried his best to present the most exciting game to the audience.