He had no idea what Sanren's next move would be, and he had no chance to react.
Damn, it’s not just Sanren, this guy is so perverted! God’s originally relaxed and carefree expression completely turned serious. He originally thought he was the most talented professional player in the world, but when he faced Lord Grim
There is still only powerlessness.
He couldn't keep up with his opponent's movements and couldn't guess the next move. If it were the same before, God wouldn't believe that such a guy existed in the world, but now, he was truly standing in front of him.
The fast and slow rhythm that he was proud of has been completely adapted to his opponents, but he still couldn't parry Lord Grim's individual kombat.
Sanren Kombat, a name that God once thought was a bit retarded, has now become God’s nightmare.
God gritted his teeth. He had watched the video of Lord Grim's game before, but in his opinion, Lord Grim was not that magical at all. It was just a little weird at best, but there were many operations that he was completely capable of.
Avoid it, those guys are just too weak and will be defeated by Sanren.
But when it was his turn, God realized how wrong he was.
The weird, unstoppable rhythm, and the fact that you can never figure out what your opponent's next move will be is the most terrifying thing for professional players, and it represents a huge gap in the understanding of the game between the two.
We must find opportunities, we must regain the rhythm, we must change the existing style of play, and make Lord Grim lose speed. This guy cannot last long with this kind of rhythmic attack...
A downward slash, if this move can force him away, then...
Iron bones, block!
when!
The crisp sound caused God's body to move backwards, and the Thousand Planes Umbrella quickly closed and turned into the form of a war spear again, and he lifted it up! Sky Strike!
"Brother Ye figured out that guy's quick and slow knife." Bai Mo chuckled: "The winner has been decided..."
God can't wait until the next time the sealing talisman is restored.
"Is there really no solution for Sanren?" Michael asked with some loss of virginity. He now felt a sense of disillusionment as his faith was shattered.
"There's no solution...it's not impossible." Gabriel shook his head: "Look at Lord Grim's mana level."
Ever since Lord Grim started his offensive, his mana had been continuously declining, even faster than God's blood loss.
"I looked up Lord Grim's game in their Chinese Glory League before, and the situation is the same as now. Because there is no damage from advanced skills, even the crafting skills are only one level, and the damage is not enough. Now I
The only way I can think of is to have high defense when facing him, so that his damage can be completely eliminated. He has no effective way to break through." Gabriel said: "The second method is to wait...wait for others.
As the level of the profession increases, the damage caused by San Ren will be diluted to a very terrifying place. At that time, even if no one is targeted, San Ren will be silently destroyed in the river of history...
And the last method... compete with him and use the same level of reaction speed to bring him down. The profession of Sanren is completely consuming your professional life, and only the kind of lunatic who is eager for quick success will use it."
Gabriel's words were full of reserve, and Michael breathed a sigh of relief. He felt that Gabriel's words made sense. Only those who felt that they could not defeat their opponents in a single profession would study this evil heretic.
Specializing in one of your own is the most appropriate choice.
"No." Einstein shook his head, pushed up his glasses, his expression full of enthusiasm: "You still don't understand, Gabriel."
"Understand what?" Gabriel frowned. Einstein didn't speak much, let alone forcibly insert himself into other people's conversations. This time it was enough to surprise the members of the American team.
"The really scary thing is that Ye Xiu.
In a short period of time, I basically mastered the rhythm of God's play style. How long have I been studying the fast and slow knife God, and I have figured it out in just a short period of time. If it were God, do you think he can do it?
Ye Xiu is simply the most perfect silver weapon user. Anyone else would not be able to control the equipment that Lord Grim is wearing now. This guy has truly mastered all professions... And, do you believe it?
Even if there are occupations unique to other countries, this guy has at least reached the professional level..." Einstein sighed with satisfaction: "The extreme acceleration brought by the jet leg armor, the precise control of gliding on the ice... don't
There is no point in thinking about how to study Sanren.
This kind of guy, if he specializes in one thing, would be the most troublesome.
Michael, you don’t really think Gabriel’s analysis is correct, do you?”
Michael's face turned ugly again.
"What you said..." Gabriel wanted to refute seriously, but was directly interrupted by Einstein. He laughed happily: "Don't be unconvinced, even if your previous analysis is reasonable, it is absolute.
Is it? Jet leg armor and changing combat boots, don’t these make up for the disadvantages of Sanren to a certain extent? How do you know that the Thousand Chance Umbrella will not break defenses or have other more exaggerated effects the next time you see it?
Put away your arrogance...
No, you should be happy. You should be happy that Ye Xiu is old enough to buy goods. You should be happy that you don’t live in the same country as him. You should also be happy that... he has retired."
【glory】!
Gabriel stared blankly at the golden fonts displayed on the holographic image. God slowly fell to the ground, and Lord Grim took a gun on his arm and exited the room gracefully.
Phew...that's awesome.
Ye Xiu let out a long breath. He originally wanted to hold his left hand with his right hand to stop it from shaking so much, but he found that he couldn't.
The right hand was also trembling.
This God is indeed the most terrifying opponent I have ever seen... Others can ensure that the mana consumption is at 40% to win, but facing God, Lord Grim's mana is almost exhausted.
Moreover, my condition is very bad now... If it were a competition day, I would be completely useless.
Although God on the other side looked very gloomy, he was in good condition.
"Hey, hey, hey, are you okay..." Huang Shaotian asked in a low voice. Even if he didn't show it too much, he couldn't hide his worry.
"You are so old, so don't be as reckless as young people." Zhang Xinjie glanced at Ye Xiu: "Can you still persist in the following activities? If you can't persist, go back and rest first."
"It's okay." Ye Xiu shook his head and smiled.
"The host is calling you." Andersen, who was in the front, turned around and said.
Zhou Zekai helped translate. Ye Xiu looked up and saw that God on the other side was already waiting on the stage. Although his expression was not good-looking, he did not show any impatience at all, nor did he mean to urge him.
"Okay, thank you." Ye Xiu smiled.
Andersen shook his head.
Under the watchful eyes of all the top professional players, Ye Xiu walked towards the host.
He didn't understand the host's passionate words at all, and could only smile awkwardly and nod. God, on the other hand, didn't make any move at all and just stood there, not knowing what he was thinking.
Finally, under the applause of the audience, the host made a gesture to ask the two of them to go back, but at this time, God handed a pair of translators to Ye Xiu.
Ye Xiu was stunned for a moment and took it.
"You are very powerful, but that's all. I will study all your Chinese professions these days. Next time, I will defeat you." God's expression was full of arrogance.
Ye Xiu was stunned for a moment, glanced at the host's ear, confirmed that it contained a translator, then smiled and shook his head: "Please help me translate..."
The host nodded blankly.
"You can't beat me." Ye Xiu looked at God and said seriously: "Because of your arrogance and arrogance, you can't beat me.
I originally thought that your playing style was very calm and your experience was not bad, but now it seems...
Glory, it’s not as simple as you think, just practice hard.”
After speaking, Ye Xiu handed the microphone to the host and turned towards his seat.
God's originally arrogant expression turned gloomy again, while the host stood there at a loss, not knowing what to do.
God opened his mouth, but didn't say anything. He also believed in the supremacy of strength. Now that he had lost, he had nothing to say. Naturally, he would not quibble anymore and turned around and walked back to his seat.
"Um, Lao Ye is angry, right?" Guo Mingyu scratched his head.
"That guy has always been like this..." Zhang Jiale smiled.
Sun Xiang looked at the stage with some confusion. He remembered his first contact with Ye Xiu, the hand holding the account card, and the same words Ye Xiu seemed to have said at that time.
If you like it, treat it as an honor rather than showing off.
Damn... this guy. Sun Xiang scratched his head, he should have done it now, right?
"Obviously, what Brother Ye has always hated most is other people's contempt for Glory." Bai Mo said cheerfully: "This time, it seems that he is really angry."
Su Mucheng looked at that figure with some obsession, which made Chu Yunxiu beside her sigh helplessly, not knowing what to say.
"Eh? There seems to be chaos on the stage. How could it be?" Fang Rui put up a tent with his hands and looked at the stage over there. Not only him, but also people from other national teams also made similar moves. The audience behind him
Discussion also started at the table: "It seems... Australia's Behemoth?"
"Well, seeing Brother Ye accepting God's challenge, you can't hold it back anymore, right?" Bai Mo scratched his head: "Speaking of which, it seems that every time Brother Ye participates in such an event, there will be some commotion, right?"
"Indeed... but with Ye Xiu's condition, can he still fight?" Zhang Jiale frowned: "I noticed just now that Ye Xiu didn't even put on the translator for the first time."
"The pressure from God is still too much, but the host shouldn't allow large-scale events that deviate from the plan, right?"
"Forehead……"
"Why can God challenge but I can't?" Behemoth looked at the two staff members in front of him who were blocking him with a cold face.
"However, the regulations indicate that the next process..."
"The process has been broken a long time ago, hasn't it?" Dracula smiled: "I have always heard that Lord Grim may have thoroughly studied the unique profession system of our American server. I really want to see it."
"When it comes to breaking the rules, it seems that your organizing committee was the first to break it, right?" Odin asked with a smile, and Arthur's face was full of expectations.
"Can you challenge someone who is not a Hall of Famer?" Artemis asked aloud.
"Dear gods, please don't..."
"Let them play, and the follow-up activities will be postponed." The excited voice of the on-site director came through the headset of the staff: "After the game just ended, the ratings of the online and live TV broadcasts suddenly increased by a notch, and the follow-up activities will be appropriately reduced.
Regarding the content of the activities, let those guys do whatever they want!"
"This..." The New Year's Eve staff shrugged and hurriedly stepped forward to communicate with the host. Although they were a little surprised, they were staff with professional hosting certificates after all. They quickly adjusted back: "What a wonderful game just now.
I believe you haven’t seen enough, so next, let’s watch another challenge match between top professional players and the world’s number one boxer!”
"Why should he go first?"
"Damn, I have to go first too!"
"Lord Grim, do you dare to fight me again! Don't pretend you don't understand, you haven't even taken off the translator!"
"I'll come first..."
"Hey, something bad is going on..." Fang Rui clapped his tongue: "Can this guy Ye Xiu really be able to withstand this?"
"To hell with talent, now Brother Ye probably can't even handle Sun Xiang." Bai Mo said angrily.
"Ha?!" Sun Xiang said angrily: "What do you mean!"
"It doesn't mean anything... The main thing is that it won't end well now..." Bai Mo touched his chin, frowned, and kept thinking about the solution.
If Lord Grim had all the equipment from the previous game, Bai Mo wouldn't be so worried, but the main reason is that the jet leg armor is useless...
"The main force is tired. Let me be the substitute. I will fight with you!" Huang Shaotian raised his hands and shouted excitedly.
"You?" Behemoth turned his head and glanced at Huang Shaotian. If he had better hands... Behemoth looked at Ye Xiu who was sitting on the seat with a smile, and shifted his eyes to his hands, and then again
Looking at Huang Shaotian: "That's fine."
"Young Master Huang is righteous!" Lu Hanwen waved his fist and said happily.
"Master Huang is the most suitable person now."
"Ye Xiu can't fight anymore."
"So what's next?"
"Who knows?"
"Everything is in chaos over there now. The organizers must have acquiesced, but it certainly won't last long."