Apocalypse Gachapon Chapter 1948: Starry Chaos
Previously on Apocalypse Gachapon...
No alternative existed except to clash directly.
The warriors of the Bronze Camp had taken the previous setback to heart. Of the eleven survivors, they positioned three along the main corridor and four apiece in the flanking routes, preventing the Assault Camp from gaining an edge through greater numbers once more.
A tense quiet hung between the opposing forces as they amassed their energies from afar, bracing for the decisive confrontation.
Yet in that instant, the Assault Camp fighters executed an action that left both foes and onlookers utterly shocked.
They abruptly withdrew their current arms and drew forth entirely new ones.
These fresh tools remained in the categories they knew well, yet they were wholly distinct variants.
Superior-grade armaments!
That wasn't all. The fighters also retrieved assorted gear from their spatial rings, swapping out their prior attire.
Prior to the skirmish, the Assault Camp warriors had donned fresh gear, visible to all. Folks assumed it was just perks for those pledging loyalty to the emerging Order Leader, so little notice was taken beyond that.
However, things had shifted now. Wasn't the volume of novel gear on these fighters rather excessive? Every one sported no fewer than four items; take Shi Yong, for instance, who brandished six unfamiliar pieces!Even supposing the Bronze Order Leader aimed to spotlight them as exemplars, such lavish outlay seemed over the top. What fortune had that drained?
"Brothers, there's no choice but to fight, but with this equipment, it should give everyone a bit more confidence, right?"
Shi Yong clutched his shiny new armament, sensing the potent force emanating from it, and murmured encouragingly to his Assault Camp comrades trailing him.
"Certain victory!"
The rest bellowed in unison, signaling the launch of the ultimate clash.
Shi Yong and a partner each commanded five allies, whereas the opposite flank boasted seven, and all surged toward their targeted adversaries.
The forces smashed together without delay.
"Remember the strategy!"
Shi Yong's bellow pierced the ears of each Assault Camp trooper. They clamped their mouths shut and barreled forward relentlessly.
The fray ignited with an altered fervor.
Onlookers perceived that the Assault Camp warriors battled with wild abandon, staking everything as though their very existence hung in the balance.
In these ordeals, fatalities were rare indeed. Safety mechanisms could safeguard participants to some degree. Within the mock landscape, such protections held firm.
This setup allowed unchecked ferocity in combat, free from restraint.
Still, an ordeal remained merely that—a test. Seldom did fighters embrace a do-or-die resolve. Who could predict stumbling into that slim chance of peril?
Thus, witnessing the Assault Camp's frenzied assault, the Bronze Camp warriors' drive wavered.
Fresh gear coupled with this all-in attitude rendered the Assault Camp fighters fearless at the outset. Conditions tilted favorably in their favor. Shi Yong's group even sidelined one enemy, adjusting the tally to nineteen against ten.
Ferocity dwelled deep in every cosmic race member's core. Realizing the Assault Camp's abandon, the Bronze Camp troops mirrored that savagery.
The clash's ferocity surged to unprecedented heights right then.
The Assault Camp's personal power deficit started to emerge. Though upgraded gear offset portions of it, the gap persisted.
Yet the engaged Bronze Camp warriors likely hadn't noticed. They reveled in dispatching Assault Camp foes sequentially, unaware that observers spotted an issue.
Even as Assault Camp fighters fell and got ousted, they strove to land blows on rivals. Some dropped swiftly; in standard bouts, they might have endured longer, yet they opted for 'exchanging life for injury.'
Suddenly, the count hit fourteen to ten, with five straight Assault Camp losses. But soon, the balance tipped otherwise.
Fourteen to nine, thirteen to nine, twelve to nine, twelve to eight, twelve to seven, twelve to six...
Bloodthirst gripped both factions. The dwindling roster failed to temper the pace of eliminations.
Twelve to five, eleven to five, ten to five, nine to five, nine to four, eight to four, eight to three, seven to three, six to three, six to two, five to two, four to two, four to one...
As the Bronze Camp dwindled to a lone survivor, murmurs of regret echoed around. Defeat loomed for them.
Three against one, then two against one!
Yet that final Bronze Camp fighter struck down two foes in succession, sparking renewed optimism. Silence enveloped the drill grounds, all eyes fixed on the climax.
Yet another Assault Camp warrior toppled.
One on one!
Excitement stirred in cheers.
However, Ye Zhongming's lips curled in a smile, as the other Thousand-Person Leaders averted their eyes.
Sighs escaped from White Robe and Cheng Liujin.
One to zero!
The sole remaining Assault Camp soldier, unscathed and vigorous, banished the battered, drained Bronze Camp fighter from the field.
In the thirty-on-thirty showdown, the Assault Camp seized yet another triumph!
Securing two of three bouts sealed their overall win!
Ye Zhongming eyed these Thousand-Person Leaders. Zhong Hongke let out a breath and prepared to concede.
As he'd declared earlier, defeat was defeat—no alibis or justifications.
However...
"There's still one more match!"
"Yes, there's still one more!"
Bronze Camp troops voiced the cry first.
Zhong Hongke, along with the Thousand-Person Leaders and their deputies, glanced back to find soldiers with blazing eyes, their honor stung.
They'd anticipated an easy win, only to drop two straight. Now they yearned for the closing round, outcome be damned.
"Many of the Assault Camp members are no longer..."
"We will field the same number of people they do, and we won't wear any equipment!"
Zhong Hongke intended to note that numerous Assault Camp participants had endured two rounds, the latest seeing scores gravely hurt, some unable even to rise. Tackling a sixty-five versus sixty-five under those terms would taint any victory with shame.
The troops anticipated his words and countered with that vow.
Match their count, and let the fresh, unharmed ones go gearless.
All gathered sensed the ignited fury.
"Order Leader, let's fight. Victory or defeat isn't important; what's important is not backing down."
Shi Yong's complexion was ashen, yet his resolve stood unyielding.
Did the Assault Camp falter in the valor their rivals showed? If battle they craved, then battle they would. Would the Assault Camp cower?
Every gaze locked onto Ye Zhongming, hanging on his ruling. For the Bronze Camp soldiers, desperate to reclaim dignity, their looks toward him carried urgent appeal.
"Then... let's fight." Ye Zhongming's choice eased tensions all around.
"The battlefield will be... Starry Chaos."
White Robe, tuned into the broadcast, let out a laugh.
"This guy, picking that field... he's setting up a massive brawl."
Cheng Liujin agreed with a nod, musing on the terrain's traits.
Starry Chaos offered plentiful shelters, ideal for the Star-Eye Clan's tactics. Entry spots for each combatant from both camps... randomized entirely.