摸硬了武警的的大j8

With this issue resolved, he could sleep peacefully tonight, knowing their team wouldn\'t face a barrage of hate comments the next morning. Not that it would personally affect him, but it felt unfair, especially since their team worked as hard as any other in this final tournament. How could they be labeled as \'nepo babies\' when they hadn\'t used any nepotism to reach this point?

Luo Yan turned off his phone and went outside to get some snacks.

With another fight scheduled for tomorrow, Shen Ji Yun suggested they celebrate briefly and then rest for the remainder of the day. This way, they would feel more refreshed for tomorrow\'s match.

Speaking of tomorrow\'s fight, they would be facing team Mozu. Another team from the top 4. In terms of strength, team Mozu was on par with Fenghuang, and many viewed the two teams as rivals. This rivalry stemmed not only from their nearly equal strength, but also from the fact that the races of their team members overlapped in some way.

What did that mean? Well, the majority of their team members\' race was based on Eastern mythology. The only difference between the two teams was that the races of team Mozu were mostly known as \'evil\' in myths and legends, while team Fenghuang were considered \'good\', or at the very least, \'neutral\'.

With such similarities, comparisons between the two teams were inevitable, eventually leading to today\'s rivalry. This meant that team Mozu would undoubtedly give their absolute best in tomorrow\'s match. After all, the winner would face Fenghuang the day after next.

Thinking of team Mozu eventually made him think of that guy, Zephyr.

If the rumor about the other was true, then that meant he would definitely target Luo Yan tomorrow. Well, not that he\'s worried. If he was targeted, then so be it. It\'s not like he could tell the other not to target him. Besides, he welcomed any challenge. It would make the fight even more interesting.

The theme for tomorrow\'s match was \'amazing race\'. Since this was Moonlight Media, it would definitely not be just an ordinary race. There would definitely be a twist. The question was, what would that be?

He hoped it would be interesting and fun, though.

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At Arcadia, at the center of a volcano crater, stood a fortress with curved, sweeping roofs and eaves decorated with carvings of ominous creatures like taotie and other mythical beasts. The walls, made from volcanic rock, featured red and gold accents that glowed in the lava\'s light. Tall gates guarded the entrance, flanked by stone lions.

Inside, courtyards shrouded in mist connected shadowy halls and grand chambers. Lanterns flickered in the sulfurous breeze, casting moving shadows across the stone pathways.

This was the headquarters of team Mozu.

At the wide hall that looked like a throne room, players filled the space, their whispers and murmurs echoing off the stone walls. The hall was dimly lit by lanterns hanging from the high ceiling, casting a warm glow over the assembled crowd. At the far end of the hall, five grand chairs were arranged in an inverted V formation, resembling a pyramid.

Each chair was ornately carved and elevated, with the central chair positioned highest, signifying its importance.

On the far left sat Draeken, a yao guai. His dark, scaled armor and glowing green eyes gave him an intimidating look. Horns curved back from his forehead, and sharp claws tapped on the armrest of his chair. Draeken\'s gaze swept over the crowd with clear disdain.

Next was a nu gui named Hauntress. Her long, dark hair flowed like liquid shadow, framing a face that was both alluring and terrifying. Her eyes, cold and vacant, seemed to pierce through anyone who dared to meet her gaze. She was dressed in a flowing, ethereal robe that shimmered like mist. Despite her undeniable beauty, her presence still sent shivers down the spines of those around her.

Korrinth, a rakshasa, sat to her right. His deep red skin and muscular frame were adorned with intricate tattoos. Sharp fangs jutted from his mouth, and his eyes burned with intensity. Wearing a mix of traditional armor and elaborate garments.

On the right sat Zephyr, an imoogi. His long body, covered in iridescent scales, shimmered in the dim light. His slitted, calculating eyes gave him a predatory look, and his slow, deliberate movements hinted at a hidden menace.

Each of these figures, seated in their grand chairs, added to the hall\'s atmosphere of mystery. Their diverse appearances reflected the unique and formidable nature of their respective races.

They were currently regarded as the four leading members of the team, just below the captain.

At the very center, the captain sat on the throne, overseeing the entire hall.

He stood with an imposing presence. His long, flowing mane, a deep jade green, framed a face marked by piercing eyes that seemed to take in every detail. His scales, shimmering in shades of emerald and sapphire, reflected the lantern light with a mesmerizing glow.

He wore intricately designed armor adorned with symbols of power and wisdom, fitting him perfectly and highlighting his formidable stature. Every aspect of his appearance, from the detailed craftsmanship of his armor to his confident stance, marked him as a figure of authority and respect.

This was Yuan Long, the captain of team Mozu.

"So, does anyone have a plan for tomorrow?" Yuan Long asked, his voice languid yet authoritative, cutting through the silence with an effortless command.