Apocalypse Gachapon Chapter 1945: Error

Tie Cha served as a Hundred-Person Commander. Due to his robust power, these twenty individuals chose him as their interim leader. He guided them onto the Gravel Fire Path.

Noticing the warriors from the Assault Camp across the way were nearly prepared, he declared: "The situation in the Bronze Camp right now is crystal clear. The Assault Camp will emerge as the golden child. Future resources will flood their way, leaving us with far fewer shares."

"Brothers, we have to triumph in this bout. Not just triumph, but crush them thoroughly and without mercy. Show the rest of the brothers and that Bronze Order Leader exactly who forms the true core strength around here!"

Once Tie Cha wrapped up his words, a slothful tone rang out from the rear: "Do we really require this pep talk to handle them? Isn't this merely a light skirmish?"

The rest erupted in chuckles.

Tie Cha chuckled too. "You're right, yet we ought to stay alert for any twists. Regardless of our disdain for the fresh Order Leader, he secured the top Novice spot; that's an undeniable feat we never managed. Caution remains wise."

"Fine, I'll battle with my eyes wide awake." The identical slothful voice returned. These words instantly sparked another round of laughter among the group. Tie Cha alone creased his brow, uncertain if this fellow was truly joking cleverly or subtly challenging his authority.

Still, he swiftly quashed those stray notions, fixed his gaze sharply on the foes ahead, swiftly shifted into battle readiness, bellowed fiercely, and dashed forward as the pioneer.

The remaining Bronze Camp folks witnessed this and roared their approval together.

This massive stir promptly drew the eyes of numerous onlookers. Yet, even the Bronze Camp's drill area wasn't open for free entry, blocking many from approaching.

One key fact lingered: countless Silver Mask Warriors, and even Gold Warriors, had risen from the Bronze Camp ranks. Back in their Bronze days, they held positions as Thousand-Person or Hundred-Person Commanders. Plenty of current Bronze Warriors once served under them. Folks like these intent on forcing entry to view an open duel couldn't be halted by regular Bronze Warriors.

Furthermore, a further factor eased their fear of later penalties: White Robe fiercely shielded his people, and Cheng Liujin mirrored that trait. This incident would probably end with mere scoldings. Plus, the new Bronze Order Leader had been rescued by White Robe and brought back under Cheng Liujin's watch, with rumors of their solid bond. He wouldn't escalate it much.

Given all that, why hold back? They didn't just observe fearlessly; upon noting Ye Zhongming's lack of effort to control them, they kicked off a live stream.

As a result, the whole Star-Eye Clan caught sight of this unexpected clash.

At that moment, Cheng Liujin and White Robe shared drinks. Upon hearing reports from their underlings, just as anticipated, neither showed anger. Rather, they tuned into the live feed eagerly and speculated on the full tale.

"Though I hold strong faith in Zhongming, the Assault Camp's launch was too fresh. I'm not too hopeful." Cheng Liujin spared a quick look at the light screen image before offering this view.

White Robe agreed with a nod: "I share that guarded optimism."

"Ye Zhongming swapped out the gear for Assault Camp folks. Is that Little Ye's key strategy? Losing this fight would dent his standing badly."

White Robe genuinely held Ye Zhongming in high regard and fretted a bit over his potential defeat here.

"We'll see it play out. I suspect Zhongming could deliver a shock. From my intel, the fighter we hired employed a technique akin to Layered Body."

White Robe's gaze sharpened. "Similar?"

"Yeah, not certain, merely extremely alike."

Cheng Liujin explained unhurriedly.

"Based on your words, you think Little Ye instructed him? Why not assume he acquired it on his own?" White Robe queried.

"You buying that?" Cheng Liujin shot back.

The pair then shared a hearty laugh. Indeed, should Jie Kui have claimed the vanished heritage of the Star-Eye Clan, he'd likely have taken the top Novice position instead of settling for runner-up to Ye Zhongming.

"Let's observe. Fingers crossed for some fresh twist."

With the clan's full attention fixed, the duel shifted into hand-to-hand frenzy.

The twenty from Bronze Camp barreled forward directly. Shi Yong observed with grave focus, his features devoid of any thrill.

"Got the plan from earlier locked in?" His tone matched his solemn look in depth.

"Locked in."

"No defeats allowed!" Shi Yong bellowed softly, his allies responding with equally subdued yet resolute affirmations.

"No defeats!"

Truth be told, every Assault Camp member burned with inner resolve.

What drove them to abandon their known surroundings and trail a newcomer barely settled in the Bronze Camp, one whose position might still wobble? What pushed them into a novel unit brimming with peril? Some had icy ties to old squadmates, unable to mesh. Others chafed at their current lot, nursing dreams long sidelined. Or their cravings outstripped the norm; they craved greater gains.

No matter the cause, these souls rejected mediocrity; each harbored aspirations and drives. Their stake in this duel dwarfed their rivals' investment.

They knew full well that defeat could drag them back to the old rut.

Sticking to the pre-set tactics, the twenty Assault Camp fighters scattered, hunting for shelter.

This sight prompted thunderous jeers from the other Bronze Camp members. Even the jammed-in Silver and Gold Mask spectators shook their heads in disapproval.

On Gravel Fire Path's layout, the true measure lay in embodying 'the bold prevail on a tight trail'. Backing off first spelled certain loss.

Tie Cha and his fellow Bronze Mask Warriors sneered. This field offered limited room; good luck finding spots to vanish!

In moments, all Assault Camp fighters claimed hides and deployed various stealth skills the Star-Eye Clan excelled in.

How to describe it? The execution and impact of these skills seemed solid enough, yet... pointless. Skulking in those hides or shades while under watchful eyes—did they suppose no one would spot them?

Swiftly, every Bronze Camp fighter picked a mark and exploded into motion.

At that instant, most spectators wore faces of 'game over'. But sharp ones like Cheng Liujin, White Robe, and other powerhouses spotted the issue.

The Assault Camp crew sprang into action, though the moment felt... prematurely triggered.

Timing control differed in finesse by expertise; that was skill variance. But botching the timing so badly—jumping the gun or lagging—signaled not a skill gap, but an error.

These fighters erred! A solo or duo slip would pass as typical. Yet all twenty erring at once, their mistimings syncing near-perfectly, screamed not blunders but a ploy.

Sure enough, it was a snare aimed at the Bronze Camp fighters. Most latched onto these 'errors' precisely and unleashed their strikes!