Ji Heng reported the situation to Hu Ping.
Hu Ping: "Handle it yourself. If you can fight, fight. If not, then goodbye brother, I canât help you."
Ji Heng squeezed out a word: "Good brother."
"No need to thank me, I believe in you." Hu Ping really didnât help Ji Heng. In Hu Pingâs mind, Ji Heng was a freak. Whatever Su Xiaocai taught, he absorbed, and lately, he was getting more formidable, able to withstand several rounds with the Insect Man Warriors.
Just a few rounds already meant he was about to surpass himself.
Ji Heng: "..." This had something to do with his superpower, which was quite unfair.
...
Godâs eye view audience watched as they were about to clash, finding it hard not to hold their breath.
The hosts analyzed Hu Ping and Xiang Chaâs objectives; the team match had two hosts, each playing a role.
As of now, Hu Ping had been in command, but no one knew his style, though they knew his thinking was rather erratic, "Quite hard to predict. Logically, they should be playing for time to collect more resources."
"Xiang Cha has remained steady as always, they have a numerical advantage, a 3-1-1 combination, thus no matter what, theyâll at least secure some resources."
"Speaking of which, Ah Ping and Ji Erâs bond is genuinely good, they can banter even during battle."
The two hosts teased the Vegetable Farmersâ teammate-trapping mode.
The audience chuckled.
"Lileiâs prediction was spot-on."
"Imagining oneself on the field... canât think of anything."
"Very impressed with each teamâs commander."
"Brother Ping is too steady. When the cat made a sound, subconsciously, I thought they needed to make a move to cover it up."
"Without a coach, they might have moved, unaware. Teams with coaches basically donât make such basic mistakes."
"Actually, Xiang Cha might look down a bit on Su Xiaocai. After all, Su Xiaocai is only in his teens, lacks experience, who knows if thereâs support behind."
"Experience? They donât believe Su Xiaocai is the top designer of Extraordinary Island, thatâs for sure."
"Thatâs not how it is, with the coach I hired, sometimes they overlook things that arenât explained. Or maybe the lectures were over, they forgot, so on the field, itâs all about oneâs own awareness. Not like playing games with chances to retry."
"Hey, seems like many players among the audience are screen-peeking."
"This battle is definitely worth watching; everyoneâs quality is not bad."
...
Peony and Lu Ju had already returned to the camp, dropped their stuff, and were heading to the furthest resource point.
One against two, whether Ji Heng has a chance of winning.
During the patient wait, Li Leilei wasnât idle, assembling drones while constantly monitoring underground creatures.
Even more bombastic, she was actually probing a monster hidden underground.
Using geological instrument fluctuations, seeing what frequencies the monster is more sensitive to, this probing yielded some results.
Because Li Leileiâs side was quite dull, the audience saw little attention there, and Godâs eye view couldnât clearly discern what Li Leilei was doing.
...
"Here it comes." Li Shanchunâs arrival was loud, and everyone in Xiang Cha noticed him.
"Underpants." Xiang Cha.
"Itâs red underpants." My Red Underpants angrily scolded the captain; the team members werenât willing to call that name. As a captain, he couldnât be ashamed.
Hu Ping didnât back down against the crazy opponents, boldly said: "Da Chun, lure him."
Audience: ???
"Lure," such a niche term.
Li Shanchun: "Iâm here!"
The standard mecha carried a canopy full of sticky, clumped-together mass.
Confronted, Li Shanchun straightforwardly threw the canopy over.
A huge blob of "poop" spread out, covering My Red Underpants from head to toe.
Known as poop, it was actually water and mud squeezed incidentally, mixed with nutrition pills, highly resembling freshly excreted feces, truly disgusting.
Watching the live, Xing Miao and Feng Wansha covered their facesâtruly typical Hu Ping; even Li Shanchun, a juvenile in the middle of his teenage phase, was turned into a toe-scratching brute.
The audience speculated whether Li Shanchun in real life was scruffy with facial hair.
My Red Underpants quickly dodged, and the mecha tilted and bounced off.
But ultimately couldnât escape the spreading range of the poop.
The side of the mecha was coated with many speckles of poop.
My Red Underpantsâ rage boiled, seeing the mecha as the Mecha Masterâs wife.
"Wife" getting dirty felt like being cheated on in a romantic sense; unbearable, intolerable. The Vegetable Farmers were a bunch stirring fecal matter, specializing in organic fertilizers.
Xiang Cha: "Underpants, donât fight him, get back first." Unfortunately, the command was too late.
My Red Underpants decisively chose to fight.
Nobody had weapons; My Red Underpantsâ mecha performance had an absolute advantage.
But Li Shanchun, having undergone so much "senior" torment, was no pushover.
As Underpants approached, Li Shanchun braked, immediately flew back, then jumped behind a big rock; his mecha couldnât fight, but he could certainly hide.
Underpants coldly smiled; the detector showed only one lifeform behind the rock, hiding didnât help Li Shanchun.
He took to the skies, choosing aerial assault on ground targets.
As the mecha lifted off, a sturdy alloy rope looped in from the side, tightening.
My Red Underpantsâ mecha stumbled before stabilizing.
Where the rope came from, My Red Underpants quickly tried to break free.
Wu Feiyang had waited for this moment, solidly flooring My Red Underpants attempting to escape.
Li Shanchun seized the chance to charge forward.
Xiang Cha and Cat Grass couldnât care less now; Underpants was their strongest combat powerâlosing him would be problematic.
The five clashed, fighting was a messâuh, not flattering.
The audience wore expressions akin to the grandpa in the subway watching his phone; no matter how serious the team, against the Vegetable Farmers, becoming comical was inevitable.
My Red Underpants cursed, while adorable Da Chunâs mouth opened and closed.
"Despicable, shameless, you Vegetable Farmers have real skill, less scheming, compete fair and square. The kind of coach trains the kind of players."
"Blah blah blah, charge, if I canât beat you, I can still disgust you to death. I will win; all I need is to win." Li Shanchun kept hypnotizing himself, believing his approach was justified as long as it wasnât cheating, any tactic was permissible.
Allâs fair in war.
And Hu Ping took advantage of the chaos, stealthily detoured, snagging the resources.
Xiang Cha and Wu Feiyang, Li Shanchun gradually exchanged blows fiercely.
Li Shanchunâs weapon punctured several holes in their mecha.
Underpantsâ actions were restricted by the rope; without a weapon, he was at a disadvantage, forced to untie it.
By the time Underpants was free, the resources had disappeared, and Hu Ping had joined the brawl.
Close combat without weapons left Miracle Patchi at a disadvantage; even My Red Underpants was suppressed by Hu Ping.
"Retreat." Xiang Cha gritted his teeth, prioritizing preserving strength; Lu Ju and Peony already secured resources, not lacking a bit of time.
But Li Shanchunâs mind focused on entangling his opponent; three frantically chased them.
Suddenly, Li Leileiâs voice echoed through the comms, urgently telling Hu Ping to leave quickly; the underground monster was emerging.
Hu Ping and Wu Feiyang swiftly slid and pulled Li Shanchun apart, each pulling him and sprinting away at lightning speed.
My Red Underpants saw this, intending to chase but was blocked by Xiang Cha sensing something off, "Leave."
The Vegetable Farmers clearly held the upper hand; choosing not to pursue indicated a threat of irresistible power.
Xiang Chaâs intuition was correct; the ground shook.
The thick soil boiled like water, something underneath seemed to call out from within.
A giant beast burst out from underground, its form akin to a Bobbit worm, with deep white teeth glaring under the light.
"Woa cow, woa cow." Originally pulled along, Li Shanchun and My Red Underpants simultaneously spat out expletives.
Then grabbed teammates and ran as fast as possible.
Host: "Hahaha, the wildlingsâ brawl wasnât fun, colossal creature intervening in multiple matches, is this AI-generated computation?"
Audience comments: "Iâm dying laughing, Vegetable Farmers in team matches are always hilarious."
Xing Miao asked Feng Wansha: "What do you think?"
Feng Wansha smirked, "What can I think, weâre definitely winning."