In fact, when the three of them are in good form, they can score over 90, but Lin Beichen and his team's results were so outrageous that it really crushed these three.
So naturally, they couldn't put up good scores anymore.
"You lot get 6 points. Let's start the second event." Ye Liebiao said quickly, face dark.
The first event had been way too humiliating, especially seeing the people of the Phoenix Mercenary Corps all hanging their heads, expressions like they were constipated.
Ye Liebiao knew that if he didn't do something, they wouldn't even need to finish the match—they'd already have lost.
"The second event is hand-to-hand combat. Each side sends three people. Win one bout, get two points." It wasn't that Ye Liebiao didn't want to put more points on the fighting event to give himself more of an edge.
Actually, from the start they'd already agreed with Lin Beichen that each event could give at most 6 points.
