Lord of the Time: I Can Reincarnate Infinitely-Chapter 404 - - Defeated Team

Ed nodded in agreement, his expression thoughtful. "Yeah, it’s definitely not over until it’s over," he added, his tone reflective. "But I can’t help but wonder why they’re deliberately letting the other team injure them. It’s like they’re not even putting up a fight."

Mic nodded, her mind racing with possibilities. "Maybe they’re trying to buy time or gather information about their opponents," she suggested, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "Or perhaps they have a strategy that we’re not aware of."

Caleb and Ed exchanged a glance, both intrigued by Mic’s suggestion. "That’s possible," Caleb conceded, his tone thoughtful. "They could be playing the long game, waiting for the perfect moment to strike."

Ed nodded in agreement, a thoughtful expression crossing his features. "It wouldn’t be the first time a team used unconventional tactics to turn the tide of a battle," he mused, his voice tinged with admiration. "Whatever their plan is, I’m sure they have a good reason for it."

As the battle raged on, the bald leader found himself locked in combat with the leader of the enemy team. Despite the intensity of their fight, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of frustration at the underhanded tactics being employed by their opponents.

"Why resort to such despicable tactics?" the bald leader questioned, his voice laced with anger as he parried a series of blows from his adversary. "The Elite Trial has just begun. There’s no need for ambushes and deceit."

The enemy team leader smirked, his eyes gleaming with malice as he countered the bald leader’s attacks. "Why should I care about your ideals?" he retorted, his tone mocking. "I’m here to defeat any team that stands in my way, by any means necessary."

The bald leader gritted his teeth, his frustration mounting with each passing moment. He knew that reasoning with the enemy leader would be difficult, but he couldn’t stand by and watch as their team was subjected to such dishonorable tactics.

"We don’t have to be enemies," the bald leader insisted, his voice firm despite the chaos of battle surrounding them. "We could work together, share information, and make this trial a fair competition."

The enemy leader laughed, his expression contemptuous as he launched another barrage of attacks. "I have no interest in alliances," he declared, his voice dripping with disdain. "I thrive on competition, on defeating my opponents and proving my superiority. And if that means resorting to ambushes and deception, then so be it."

The bald leader shook his head in disbelief, his heart heavy with disappointment. He had hoped that they could find common ground, but it seemed that the enemy leader was too consumed by his desire for victory to see reason.

"Since you insist on being cruel, I’ll show you no mercy!" he declared, his tone laced with righteous anger. "I’ll make sure you regret ever crossing paths with us."

With a swift motion, the bald leader launched himself at the enemy team leader, his movements fluid and precise as he unleashed a flurry of attacks aimed at incapacitating his opponent. As the enemy leader attempted to defend himself, the bald leader’s words rang out with grim determination.

"I’ll cut off your arms and legs, so you can’t harm anyone else," he vowed, his voice cold and unforgiving as he pressed his advantage. "You’ll pay for your deceit and treachery."

Meanwhile, the other members of the bald leader’s team sprang into action, each unleashing their most powerful abilities in a coordinated assault against the enemy team. With precision and skill, they executed their attacks, each member explaining the intricacies of their abilities in detail before unleashing them upon their foes.

"Weakness Cascade!" one team member called out, summoning a torrent of energy that surged towards the enemy team with devastating force.

"Shadow Binding!" another team member exclaimed, weaving intricate patterns with their hands as they ensnared the enemy team in a web of dark energy, immobilizing them and leaving them vulnerable to attack.

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The two members of the bald leader’s team found themselves locked in combat with the enemy team, each side unleashing their unique abilities in a desperate bid for victory.

"This is Weakness Cascade," one of the team members explained, gesturing towards the swirling vortex of energy gathering around them. "It targets and amplifies any weaknesses in our opponents, making them more vulnerable to attacks."

Meanwhile, the other team member demonstrated their ability, Shadow Binding, a dark and sinister power that ensnared the enemy team in ethereal tendrils, immobilizing them and leaving them at the mercy of their attackers.

As the enemy team members found themselves struggling against the overwhelming power of their adversaries, they began to plead for mercy, their voices filled with desperation and fear. "Please, have mercy! We surrender!" they cried out, their words echoing through the battlefield. Continue reading on novelbuddy

However, the two members of the bald leader’s team, along with their leader, remained steadfast in their resolve, their expressions unyielding as they faced their defeated foes. "Mercy is a luxury we cannot afford," the bald leader declared, his voice resonating with authority. "To show mercy to our enemies would be to betray ourselves and our cause."

The two team members nodded in agreement, their eyes flashing with determination as they echoed their leader’s sentiments. "Giving mercy to our enemies is equivalent to being cruel to ourselves," one of them explained, their tone firm and unwavering. "By showing compassion to those who would seek to harm us, we only invite further betrayal and aggression."

The enemy team members recoiled at the harsh truth of their words, realizing the folly of their pleas for mercy. In the heat of battle, there could be no room for compassion or forgiveness.

As the fight came to a head, the bald leader stood tall, eyeing the beaten enemies sprawled on the ground. With a fierce glare, he lifted his weapon, ready to finish them off.

"Time to say goodbye!" he barked, his voice cutting through the chaos. He swung his weapon down hard, ending their struggle in one brutal blow. As they lay there, out cold, he muttered, "Hope you come back as better people next time."

Then, turning to his own crew, he grinned. "Their loss is our gain, folks. They’re just stepping stones on our path to victory!"

With a slap on the back and some hearty cheers, they moved forward.