Chapter 1273

He glared venomously at Serena’s back. “Let’s see how long you Elyndorian trash last when faced with the absolute elite p>

“I’m going to enjoy watching every single one of you get annihilated p>

Phase One: Points-Based Elimination officially commenced.

The consensus in the arena was unanimous. Elyndor’s draw was a death sentence.

They were doomed from the starting gun.

Aside from Serena Lancaster, the rest of the Elyndorian roster was considered nothing but cannon fodder.

But the crowd was about to realize just how violently wrong they were.

Phenomenally wrong.

The spectators eagerly waiting for Elyndor’s collapse, and Phelps himself, watched in utter disbelief as the spectacle unfolded.

Instead of the desperate struggles, agonizing stalls, and humiliating defeats Phelps had envisioned, the Elyndorian students were surgical.

From the very first keystroke, their pacing was flawlessly steady.

They operated with a chilling efficiency.

This wasn’t a fluke.

It was a display of relentless, unshakable technical dominance.

Utilizing the advanced architectures Serena had ingrained in them during the team trials.

Leveraging her revolutionary deduction models.

And employing her psychological tactics to remain icy under extreme pressure.

Her teachings had fundamentally rewired their approach.

The moment they engaged their terminals.

Their output violently exceeded all expectations!

And then, the audience bore witness to a massacre.

Five minutes.

Ten minutes.

The elimination announcements began flashing across the massive holoscreen in a frenzied cascade.

“United Realmon States competitor eliminated p>

“Caldoria competitor eliminated p>

“Dovaria competitor eliminated p>

“Severia competitor eliminated p>

Blinding red termination notices painted the arena.

The automated voice echoed relentlessly.

The leaderboard violently recalibrated itself.

The elite prodigies Phelps had

handpicked to crush Elyndor were et

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board within minutes!

Meanwhile, Elyndor’s total score skyrocketed in a flawless upward trajectory.

The crowd stared, entirely shell-shocked.

Even as Phase One concluded, a stunned silence held the arena hostage.

Elyndor hadn’t escaped entirely unscathed—a few of their students had fallen to exceptionally brilliant opponents.

But their casualty rate was the lowest out of every participating nation.

The implication was glaringly obvious.

Elyndor’s baseline performance was lightyears ahead of the global standard.

Serena Lancaster wasn’t their only weapon.

Of course, Serena had held the undisputed top position from the second the clock started.

Her score was an insurmountable fortress.

When the final rankings locked in, her game blazed at the summit, second place by a

separated from

profoundly humiliating margin.

The traditional powerhouses, who had previously viewed Elyndor with mild amusement, were now dead serious.

Elyndor had forced them to acknowledge them as a lethal threat.

The realization had set in: there was no weak link in the Elyndorian armor. Beyond Serena’s god-tier status, her entire roster was capable of slaughter.

Phelps stood frozen among the Severian competitors, his face ghostly pale as he stared at the crimson Elyndor banners dominating the screens.

He had banked everything on breaking their spirits.

He had never imagined these supposed failures could orchestrate such a devastating upset!