From the audience's perspective, they saw several people with different styles moving around.
If we move forward in time a little, we can see how those organized and confident lone rangers operated.
Most of the audience's attention was focused on the two groups of people who stole the limelight: the Student Union and the Military Command Department. Many people who were curious even wanted to see these two huge organizations face off in this first round of the melee.
Perhaps the Military Command Department has a terrible sense of teamwork, but the members of the Student Union have always been known for their excellence, and their individual combat capabilities combined under Arthur's leadership are also a terrible force.
However, the two sides seemed to have reached a consensus, and in this first round of battle, they tacitly moved towards two poles that would not interact with each other.
The lone travelers dispersed like falling leaves and flying flowers, each displaying their magical powers to hide their tracks.
But the good times didn't last long, as the first test for the contestants began from the east.
The first to be hit was the military command that had chosen to head east.
"Senior, we have discovered abnormal weather conditions ahead. Should we change our route?"
The scout walking in the front sent a report, which made the leader Bass frown.
Bass, a senior in the fourth grade, is a genius in the military command.
In previous qualifying competitions, Bass has always been ranked in the top three, but he is not willing to give up.
This year is his last year at Miskatonic University and also his last chance to fulfill his long-cherished wish of becoming the top of the list.
He looked up at the red clouds floating in the sky and found that there seemed to be waves on the ground. He also heard waves like noises from the sea.
"A sandstorm is coming, let's avoid it."
Bass frowned and thought that this sandstorm came at a very bad time, starting from the east where he had chosen.
It is really unlucky to have a bad start, and it is also a big taboo in military operations.
Thanks to the fact that they had prepared a series of equipment for extreme weather conditions in advance, the logistics team immediately took out long ropes from their backpacks and tied them around everyone.
The formation also changed from a more dispersed marching style to a straight line.
Bass knew that the power of nature was not something that humans could easily resist, and not resisting it was a correct and wise decision.
If they don't hide in advance, when the sandstorm blows, their heavy armor will make it difficult for them to move, but the sand will seep in through the gaps, and being buried alive by the sandstorm will be the end of their team.
Although they avoided the direct attack of the sandstorm, some baggage was still carried high into the sky by the merciless wind and did not fall down for a long time.
But this is not the time to worry about the supplies. It is already a great blessing to be able to maintain the integrity of the team.
As misfortunes never come singly, after the sandstorm, there was no calm, but a sandstorm was coming.
Bass led the team firmly and launched an attack directly into the phoenix eye of the salon roll, which had not yet been fully formed.
The torrent of steel collided with the strong wind at this time, but the winners were so tired after this reckless behavior that they lay on the ground with their tongues tilted and breathing out.
Their legs were trembling, and the irritating sand absorbed the sweat that seeped out of their bodies and stuck to every inch of their bodies.
Every member of the military command system had a mouthful of sand and looked extremely miserable.
Fighting against the strong wind consumed a lot of their physical energy.
Some members were nearly blown away by the tornado's rotating wind, but they were lucky to have long ropes tied to their bodies, and the other team members served as weights to hold them down and prevent them from flying away.
A team of people, dragging and pulling, finally managed to survive the sudden attack of the salon roll.
Some small-time people who hide behind the military command system with evil intentions are not so lucky.
Before they could react, the sandstorm blew in their faces and made it difficult for them to move.
The resulting sandstorm blew them into the air without any fixed support.
Some of those with stronger physiques crushed the identity cards on their chests in mid-air and left the arena with the transmission light. However, some of those with weaker physiques, due to the high-speed rotation, all the blood in the body was concentrated in the brain, and they could not move due to cerebral hemorrhage.
The gravel rolled up in the sand roll was like bullets fired from a machine gun, piercing through it with deadly high speed.
If someone managed to escape the attack of the rubble, he would be thrown into the air in the center of the sand dune and become a corpse on the sand dune.
Joet Brown, who was hiding far away under a huge rock, saw all of this. Although he would not be attacked by sandstorms and sandstorms in his position, he was also facing a crisis of not too small a size.
The creatures that had been hiding in the desert sensed the coming storm and rushed out of their nests.
Who would have thought that there are so many small lives in the seemingly barren and lifeless desert
Desert foxes, lizards, scorpions, poisonous snakes, and even rats, all kinds of life active in the desert are now running towards the shadow under the huge rock.
They knew that the huge rock was a safe place.
This was a tough time for Joet Brown, who was hiding alone under the rock.
The cobra's tongue was flickering in and out of Joet Brown's ear, and at his feet was lying a desert fox baring its teeth at him. A lizard was lazily lying on top of a small piece of gravel, its lively eyes blinking back and forth.
Swarms of poisonous scorpions, whose stings could be fatal, lingered around him repeatedly, while outside the huge rock there was only the sound of endless wind and flying sand.
A brave groundhog, holding a cactus fruit, twisted its fat butt and ran to Jobtran and leaned on him.
Joet Brown did not move, not even to breathe.
Because he knew very well that if he made any move, the balance here might be broken.
Fortunately, the sandstorm came violently but went away quickly.
When the power of the wind and sand weakened, these small animals ran towards the outside of the rocks, and when Jobtran stuck his head out, he was attracted by a pair of sharp claws.
That was a vulture swooping down from the sky.
The sudden attack scared Joet Brown, but his reaction speed was extremely fast. When he heard the sound of the hook breaking through the wind, he rolled forward and avoided the vulture's attack.
The vulture, which missed its attack, suddenly landed on the ground, flapping its pale wings with a hint of black and gray, and looked with its extremely ugly head at the strange creature that had dodged its attack.
The groundhog, which had been in a deep sleep, slowly woke up. Still holding the beloved bright red cactus fruit, it walked out from under the huge rock foolishly.
The vulture suddenly turned around, flapped its wings, and rushed towards the fat groundhog.
The groundhog screamed and sent out a loud distress signal, but its legs were shaking with fear.
Joet Brown, dressed in a very funny outfit, pulled out the white ivory from his waist and pulled the trigger in an instant.
With just a light press, two pure white bullets like arrows flew out from the muzzle of White Ivory's gun and hit the vulture's back.
Two scary big holes appeared on the vulture's body and took its life.
The vulture's blood sprayed onto the groundhog, and the silly groundhog looked at this strange creature that saved its life.
As if struggling with the thought, the groundhog ran to Jobtran with great distress and offered him the cactus fruit that he had been holding against his chest.
Joet Brown squatted down, took the fruit, gently touched the groundhog's head, and took out a small piece of raisin from his waist bag and stuffed it into the groundhog's hand.
"Let's exchange one thing for another. I can't let you suffer a loss."
The fat groundhog squinted his eyes, took a bite of the raisin with his iconic big teeth, and immediately ran away happily by himself.
After hiding the red fruit in his waist bag, Jobtran immediately left the huge rock that was used to shelter from the wind and sand.
The previous gunshots from White Ivory would attract enemies to him.
This is inevitable.
The disasters that students on the other side will encounter are more terrifying than sandstorms.
Arthur, who led the team, had never thought that he would encounter such a thing in this strange desert.
That is not a mysterious creature, but an insect that is always looked down upon in reality - the ant.
The original scout who explored the way was the text editor in their student union. Although he had good personal combat capabilities, he was not particularly good at such extreme terrain.
"Ah, why do I want to be a scout..."
The little boy, whose face was covered with freckles and who was still wearing the student union uniform, wiped the sweat from his forehead and complained in a low voice.
He had never thought about participating in this qualifying competition. He was just a small text editor.
Walking onto the soft sand dunes, the students’ custom-made leather shoes were a nightmare.
It took a lot of effort to take every step to ensure that he would not fall into the trap, but as the editor was walking, he stepped on empty air.
There is only a thin layer of sand on the surface of the extremely unstable sand layer, but underneath the sand layer is the nest of desert army ants.
The desert army ants regarded this sudden giant creature as an invader, and under extremely fast commands, thousands of worker ants surrounded him.
This was the beginning of his nightmare.
When these black dots approached him, it was like a black wave.
He weakly waved his weapon, a dagger, but caused no substantial damage to the huge colony of ants.
Instead, in the process of struggling, more worker ants fell on him.
The jaws of worker ants have a bite force several times their body size, and while biting, they also secrete large amounts of formic acid.
Every wound on his body irritated his nerves, and the pain was like a tide that never stopped.
He screamed and howled,
"President! President!!! Help!!! Help!!!"
When the main force arrived, his body had been bitten to pieces and there was not a single piece of intact skin left on his body.
Arthur just glanced at it and said mercilessly,
"Give him a quick death."
Then he turned and left.
He continued to howl in pain, but there was some cool liquid on his body and a smell coming from his nose.
He knew it was gasoline.
A match slowly fell from the collapsed area at the entrance of the cave, igniting the oil molecules in the air and causing a spectacular explosion.
The small text editor died in this competition in such a meaningless way.
Before he died, he felt resentment.
"Didn't you say that we'll be absolutely safe with you around, Arthur?"
This trace of resentment seemed to be transmitted to the ants whose homes were destroyed by the explosion.
Half of the ants' nest was destroyed in the explosion, but most of the remaining ones went into a state of madness.
Their queen ant is dead, blood debt must be paid with blood.
A black wave emerged from the sand and moved towards the large group of student union members.
Arthur was neither hurried nor slow, and still had that calm and elegant demeanor that made the other student union members feel a chill in their hearts.
"Sprinkle some gasoline on the ground and block this road."
But they still instinctively obeyed the orders Arthur gave.
The student union's troops retreated a little and moved forward in another direction, and a fire road became a natural barrier blocking the ants' advance.
Countless ants were burned to charcoal in the raging flames, but other ants stepped on the corpses of their companions and forced their way across the wall of fire.
They caught up with the tail of the team, the members who were carrying luggage and supplies.
In a life-and-death fight, the ants gnawed these unfortunate members into bones.
They screamed and fell, while the other members watched coldly without any instructions from the president.
A kind of fear is quietly and silently spreading among the student union's ranks.
As the president, has Arthur failed in his duty
Such doubts began to arise in their minds.
But they didn't know that in Arthur's heart, they were just dispensable cannon fodder, not even tools.
When they focused their eyes on Arthur, Arthur's reaction also chilled them.
"Keep moving forward. Falling behind means death."
"President, aren't we going to save them? Are we just going to watch them die?"
A new member bravely asked Arthur.
"How to save them? If you have an idea, go ahead."
Arthur pointed at the person who asked the question, and then pointed at the few people whose wailing was getting quieter and quieter.
“Remember, next time you encounter this kind of problem, don’t ask me.
If there is no solution, I will voluntarily crush my ID card and leave.”
Arthur's words reminded everyone that "it turns out that you can use your ID card to exit."
At the same time, some members had another question in mind.
"Then why didn't President Arthur smash the ID cards of those members just now
Could it be???"
This impossible answer is extremely cruel, but they have to guess whether this is the truth.
Arthur looked around and said something.
“I don’t eliminate the people around me.
Only the strong are qualified to survive, this is the truth of society.
And I don't need weaklings in my team.
If you want to become stronger, stay with me.
If you want to give up, I'm sorry, the Student Union is not suitable for you to stay any longer.
This is how the world is, either you become strong or you are trampled underfoot.
I hope you can understand this.
Think about the convenience that the student union status brings to you, think about how the people around you look at you, and think about how your family will be ecstatic because you have become a member of the student union.
Are you still questioning my choice now?"
After these words were spoken, the members of the student union put aside their doubts.
"Yes, the president is right."
Such voices began to spread among the troops, and the morale of the army was reunited.
The team continued to advance, but no one even looked at the corpses.
It seems that their sacrifice is worthless.
It was as if they had never existed.