Chapter 438 Junior Brother, let me see your strength
Lord Grim: [Arena? You are quite confident!]
Wu Lang: [Yes, senior, facing a master of your level, the map you choose will probably be the same, and even the terrain will be used by you, so it is better to be simpler and faster. 】
Lord Grim: [I thought it would be Sun Xiang or Zhou Zekai. ]
Wulang: [They have more important things.]
Lord Grim: [Do you think you can do what Huang Shaotian and Wang Jiexi can do? 】
Wulang:【I have to try it.】
Jiang Botao was completely unmoved by Ye Xiu's trash talk. He looked intently at Lord Grim on the other side and approached the opponent extremely cautiously. Then he was sent away by Ye Xiu's combo...
"It's still far behind." Jiang Botao smiled bitterly and shook hands with Ye Xiu: "Congratulations, senior, for winning the 19th consecutive individual competition!"
"It's still early!" Ye Xiu smiled.
"Senior, do you really plan to win thirty-seven games in a row to leave an insurmountable record for your juniors?" Jiang Botao joked.
"As I said, I didn't make it to the first individual competition. I still have a chance. It should be fine for Xiao Zhou to cheer him up." Ye Xiu said with a smile.
"Hahaha..." Jiang Botao laughed dryly.
While the two were talking, Samsara's Lu Boyuan and Xingxin's Tang Rou had already walked out of the preparation area and walked towards the two sides' competition area.
The audience in the stadium began to shout Lu Boyuan's name again.
At the All-Star Weekend not long ago, it was also an individual event. Lu Boyuan's Yunshan lost to Tang Rou's Cold Mist. Although All-Star was just for fun, Lu Boyuan didn't take it seriously, but lost to a No. 1 player.
The first-year students who only joined the league in 2008 are still a bit unsightly.
But Tang Rou still had a look of indifference, and the two parties shook hands briefly before returning to their respective seats.
Game start……
"Samsara really values us!" Old Wei curled his lips. The home map he used when facing Ye Xiu was the Arena, but when facing an aggressive player like Tang Rou, he used the maze map she hated most.
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"Shura Martial God"
Bai Mo smiled and said: "This also means that we are taken seriously, doesn't it?"
"I don't think this is a good thing..." Fang Rui sighed.
"Indeed, there is no way to make a fortune by pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger." Bai Mo also felt a little regretful.
Lu Boyuan rarely used the wretched style that he rarely used. He relied on constantly climbing up and down in the maze to visually mislead Tang Rou. He fell on his back and threw, and almost every time he could get stuck in Tang Rou's blind spot.
Carry out an attack.
As expected, Tang Rou lost this individual competition.
"That's a good fight, Miss Xiaorou." Bai Mo said with a smile.
"Not a comfort?" Tang Rou didn't seem to be affected by her fighting spirit and asked with a quick glance.
"That's impossible!" Bai Mo said righteously.
In the third individual competition, Team Samsara sent out a professional assassin player, Wu Qi, whose ID is Cruel Silence. If you describe this guy, it can only be described as "an ordinary person who does not receive attention", especially in a game like Samsara.
The team was shrouded in the light of Zhou Zekai and Yiqi Pierun, which made Wu Qi even more inconspicuous.
This is the talent most suitable for the assassin profession, and Cruel Silence, like Wu Qi, has an ordinary appearance without any special features.
"If this guy plays in the team competition, you have to keep a close eye on him." Old Wei frowned and said, "It's too dangerous."
"Ah? Then Lao Zhang won't overturn, right?" Chen Guo was a little nervous.
"That's not true. Even if no one pays attention to the individual competition, it won't be completely ignored. In that case, it won't be a talent but a special function." Ye Xiu said with a smile.
Chen Guo breathed a sigh of relief.
The more you come into contact with the professional circle, the better you understand it. Even the seemingly powerful Tiny Herb will capsize in a gutter like Yi Zhan Tianxia. No one in the professional arena can ever say that they are absolutely sure of winning, not even Ye.
The same goes for repairing.
In the third game, Zhang Jiale relied on his alternating stances to suppress Cruel Silence, without giving Wu Qi any chance to get close to him, and won the game relatively easily.
At the end of the individual competition, Xingxin temporarily led the Samsara team 2-1, but no one had the idea of breathing a sigh of relief. Instead, they were even more prepared.
Arena match!
Samsara’s starting player, Sun Xiang, One Autumn Leaf!
The audience had already begun to shout for Sun Xiang to pass three times, and Sun Xiang waved to the audience in a masterly manner before walking onto the playing field.
"Baozi, just don't get nervous. Play slowly and quickly, and quickly bring your opponent to the same level as you, and then use your rich experience to defeat him, you know?" Lao Wei taught seriously.
Bai Mo rolled his eyes, patted Baozi's shoulder hard, and helped the child straighten his collar: "Go ahead and have fun."
"It's master!" Baozi nodded with a very serious expression.
"As long as you have fun playing..." Zhang Jiale laughed: "Yes, no matter what, having fun is the main purpose."
"I'm always happy." Fang Rui nodded decisively.
"As long as I can be in this arena, I will be happy enough." Lao Wei said deeply.
"No, don't be like this, I'm a little scared." Fang Rui shuddered, and before Old Wei could get back to him, he turned to Ye Xiu and asked, "Hey, Old Ye, are you happy?"
"I'm just like Lao Wei. I'm very happy to be able to continue to prove myself on this stage." Ye Xiu touched his pocket, as if he wanted to take out a cigarette, but in the end he didn't light it, so he just held it in his mouth and supported it with his hand.
He held his chin and looked at everything in the venue: "Of course, I would be even happier if I could win another championship during this process."
"Tsk, how shameless!" Lao Wei expressed his disdain for Ye Xiu's plagiarism and shameless remarks.
"Let's go have a cigarette." Ye Xiu patted his butt and stood up: "Go back quickly and you can still make it in time for the steamed bun competition to start."
"Let's go, let's go." Old Wei also stood up.
Baozi walked to the stage and shook hands with Sun Xiang with a serious expression: "Junior brother, let me see your strength."
"I learned from your uncle!" Sun Xiang, who had already let go of his hand, was about to explode again.
What the hell! I still need to show you my strength! It’s okay for you to ask Ye Xiu, Bai Mo, and Zhang Jiale to come up and say this, but why are you, a gangster and a noob, making trouble like this!
"Junior brother, it's not good to curse people." Baozi said seriously.
"I told you I'm not your junior brother!" Sun Xiang gritted his teeth.
"I know you are complaining that Master didn't always keep you by your side to teach you how to be angry in your heart, but..."
"What the hell, what the hell are you...have you and Bai Mo learned to talk trash?" Sun Xiang was furious.
"Ah?" Baozi was confused.
"Both of you, can we start the game?" The referee came up and asked helplessly. He actually didn't want to come up, but you two have been chatting for almost five minutes, and you still can't compete anymore.
It will be regarded as a waiver for both of you!
"Junior brother, we will talk about it later. Let me take a good look at your progress."
