Reincarnation Paradise Park-Chapter 965 - 53: Crocodile Bro

Brother Crocodile charged towards the National Team Brothers, his eyes scanning the surroundings to avoid any unexpected changes, given that the opponent was three people.

The National Team Brothers stood with their arms crossed, completely unconcerned about Brother Crocodile’s high-speed approach. The National Foot Elder Three even pointed behind Brother Crocodile.

As Brother Crocodile rushed forward, he suddenly sensed a swoosh behind his head. He immediately turned his head, glancing behind him in his peripheral vision, but it was too late. A golden light filled his vision.

Bang!

A loud, crisp sound echoed as an energy hammer struck the back of Brother Crocodile’s head.

"This is impossible."

Brother Crocodile was shocked. In his perception, there was nothing behind him. His perception had awakened through countless life-and-death situations.

Brother Crocodile didn’t know that the National Team Brothers’ small energy hammer could block perception. Apart from the whistling wind, this energy hammer had no other flaws.

Getting hit by the National Team’s energy hammer is never a good experience, not to mention the hammer’s shock force and damage. The hammer’s trait alone was enough to floor Brother Crocodile; even Su Xiao had been immobilized by this kind of energy hammer before.

The small energy hammer’s trait is potent: if it hits an enemy’s weapon or armor, it immobilizes them for 2-3 seconds; if it hits their body directly, it immobilizes them for 3-5 seconds. As long as it hits, there’s no evaluation process; the energy hammer is the National Team Brothers’ core ability.

With this strike, Brother Crocodile was immobilized for 4 seconds. If his resistance or strength were enough, he might break free from the immobilization.

But in 0.5 seconds, another energy hammer flew from behind, again targeting Brother Crocodile’s head.

Clang, Brother Crocodile shuddered while immobilized, increasing his immobilization time from 4 seconds to 9 seconds.

The next moment, yet another energy hammer flew in, again aiming for the back of his head. After three consecutive strikes, Brother Crocodile felt as if a portion of the back of his head had sunken in.

"Ah!!"

Brother Crocodile’s body trembled as he forcefully tried to escape from the immobilization effect. Unlike dizziness-type control effects, which are difficult to shake off with sheer will, immobilization is different: in principle, when the energy hammer hits Brother Crocodile, the hammer’s golden energy envelops him, causing the immobilization effect. It’s like a solidified layer of cement; if you have enough strength, you can likely break free.

Crack, crack...

The golden light flickered on Brother Crocodile’s body as he was about to break free from the immobilization effect. However, the National Team Brothers were already closing in with sly grins.

At this moment, each of the three brothers wielded a long-handled large energy hammer. These hammers were about 2 meters long, entirely gold in color, made entirely of energy, with sledgehammer heads the size of barrels.

The sight of three burly men charging with three large energy hammers was absolutely stunning.

Blood oozed through Brother Crocodile’s clenched teeth as he realized that if the National Team Brothers surrounded him, he’d be in big trouble today.

"No way..."

Before Brother Crocodile could even shout, the National Foot Elder Three had already reached him, leaping into the air, gripping the hammer handle tightly, and raising the large energy hammer above his head.

"Demacia!"

Elder Three roared, wheeling down the large energy hammer.

Bam!

A large hammer shattered Brother Crocodile’s illusions, directly smashing into the top of his head.

Following National Foot Elder Three, National Foot Boss’s hammer arrived.

Bang, bang, bang...

The two brothers hammered down like blacksmiths, with the large hammer heads falling like raindrops. They would occasionally shout phrases like ’Eat my old grandson’s hammer, are you dead or not, friendly strike, invincible wind fire wheel’. Just watching it hurt, let alone getting hammered. Brother Crocodile was infuriated, not knowing if he would be hammered to death, but surely he would be furious to death.

By now, Brother Crocodile was already hammered to the ground, the immobilization effect long gone, and a more desperate situation unfolded.

The National Team Brothers’ small hammer had an immobilization effect, but the large hammer had a dizziness effect. Every time the large hammer hit an enemy, there was a high chance of causing a 0.3-second dizziness.

Although 0.3 seconds doesn’t seem long, what if two hammers strike at the same time? The result was that Brother Crocodile couldn’t even stand up, only lying on the ground, curling his body and clenching his head to avoid critical blows.

Bang, bang, bang...

"Woolalalala."

"Fatal strike, painful strike, fatherly strike."

"Inside, inside..."

Amidst flying sand and dirt, the National Team Boss and Elder Three indulged in their sweat on the field, while Brother Crocodile shed blood on the ground. Conservatively estimated, it wouldn’t be more than ten minutes before Brother Crocodile would hammer himself dry.

Brother Crocodile wasn’t too weak, but the National Team’s combat style was almost a nemesis to a Lone Ranger. Their attacking ability wasn’t strong, but this was compensated by their control ability, which was immensely shameless with its continuity.

While National Team Boss and Elder Three thoroughly hammered Brother Crocodile, one might wonder, where did National Foot Elder Two go? Don’t worry, he’s nearby.

One could see National Foot Elder Two standing in front of Brother Crocodile, assuming a horse stance, seemingly performing some kind of punches into the air, but it looked more like he was doing radio gymnastics. Behind him were the hard-working Boss and Elder Three, pounding the enemy.

Was Elder Two just messing around? Not at all, he was a substitute.

This was a strategy the three brothers had long explored. The large energy hammer was strong but would continuously consume enormous stamina. If their physical attributes weren’t high enough, they would exhaust and collapse in less than two minutes.

Therefore, the three brothers thought of division of labor and cooperation: two people hammer while one is a temporary substitute. They alternated, with one always seizing the opportunity to recover stamina. As for why Elder Two was flailing around, in Elder Two’s words: ’With the other two brothers working hard, how could he slack off? Plus, it looked more imposing and also dealt a psychological blow to the enemy.’

Bang, bang, bang...

Amidst swirling yellow sand, Brother Crocodile was hammered helplessly, with the fervent energy hammers hitting his body.

The audience was momentarily silent before bursting into a tidal wave of cheers.

A full ten minutes passed as the National Foot trio alternated, and a large pit was hammered into the yellow sand fields. Only Brother Crocodile’s tail was left sticking out of the sand. Seeing this scene, Su Xiao finally understood why Travel Group’s sniper cannon Vini wanted to butcher the National Team trio: she had been hammered like this before.

"Phew~ That should be about enough."

National Team Boss wiped the hot sweat from his forehead. Their opponent’s resistance was too strong; even after all their hammering, the opponent still seemed to have fight left.

"Stop the match!"

Hak called for the match to stop. He couldn’t bear watching anymore after ten consecutive minutes of hammering, which led to visual fatigue for the audience. As for how the hammered felt? He didn’t care. Therefore, continuing the match held little meaning.

A few staff members entered the sandy field, momentarily speechless as they looked at the large pit on the ground.

Soon, Brother Crocodile was dug out of the sand pit, with his face bruised and swollen. Upon seeing Brother Crocodile’s eyes, a few staff members were stunned.

This member of the ’Viton Star’ combat race actually had wet corners of his eyes.

Was it pain that made Brother Crocodile cry? Definitely not. Even if his limbs were chopped off, he wouldn’t utter a sound. It was a humiliation that led to this.

Brother Crocodile was a warrior unafraid of dying in battle, but being hammered into sand for ten minutes in front of millions of spectators — what a humiliation.

"I... can still... fight."

Brother Crocodile tried to break free as the staff pulled his tail.

"Want more?"

National Team Boss widened his eyes, his hammer flipping in his hand before swinging another hammer at Brother Crocodile.

This hammer was intended for Brother Crocodile’s chest, but since Brother Crocodile was struggling, tragedy struck.

Bam!

National Team Boss, gripping the hammer, winced, inadvertently performing an iron hammer to the jewels in front of millions of spectators!

Brother Crocodile’s body stiffened, his eyes rolled back, and he immediately fainted.

"Um... I didn’t mean it."

National Team Boss looked apologetic; he truly didn’t intend to hit the opponent’s groin.

"What happened? That was such a beautiful strike."

Hak on the commentary stage laughed heartily.

"Hiss~"

Over 60% of the men in the audience gasped, instinctively clamping their legs. Even from a distance, they felt the pain for Brother Crocodile.