The first thousand four hundred and ninety-seven chapters ten years captain
glory!
Two large characters shined on the electronic screen.
No matter what the process is, the game will only lead to one result: victory or defeat.
In this round, the victory belonged to Xingxin's Qiao Yifan, and waves of applause immediately rang out in the Xiaoshan stadium.
Song Qiying regretfully walked out of the game. The applause from the audience was not for him, but he did not lower his head. Although his opponent's performance was outstanding, he had nothing to be ashamed of.
Perhaps, the thinking at the beginning was not detailed enough.
As Song Qiying walked off the field, he was already reflecting on himself. The scene of Chang He Sunset being hit by a collapsed ceiling and losing his chance could not help but appear in his mind.
If he was on the vice team, he would definitely not miss this point. Song Qiying looked at someone on the Tyranny bench.
He is a boxing expert, and he is the player selected by Tyranny to take over the role of Desert Guyan after Han Wenqing retires. The team has made no secret of this. Tyranny is such a happy and refreshing team, from top to bottom, in every aspect.
All.
Song Qiying will not refuse this arrangement. He is proud of it, but he will not hide his inner thoughts. Although his profession is a boxing expert, which he also likes very much, but when it comes to the player's style, he is more
Admiring their tyrannical vice-captain Zhang Xinjie.
Be careful, thorough, and don't expose any flaws.
This steady and steady style may not be enthusiastic enough in the eyes of many people, but Song Qiying thinks it is cool. Perhaps this is because of his natural temperament.
The Tyranny team had no deliberate requirements for him, nor did he deliberately mold himself into Zhang Xinjie. However, after developing according to his favorite style, everyone at Tyranny thought he was like a little Zhang Xinjie.
Song Qiying didn't mind this. He didn't deliberately imitate it, it should be his style.
But, it’s not enough!
Reviewing the competition, Song Qiying looked for his own shortcomings. At this time, the top player in their tyranny had already stood up.
Han Wenqing, it can only be Han Wenqing, it must be Han Wenqing.
He can make appropriate concessions, but if he doesn't even appear in the arena in the crucial playoffs, then Tyranny fans will definitely be very disappointed. Tyranny players may also be very upset.
Captain for ten years, pillar for ten years.
In terms of influence on the team, Han Wenqing is definitely second to none. Even his old enemy Ye Xiu had an unpleasant ending in Excellent Era. Among the rising players, Wang Jiexi may be the closest to him.
One. His influence in the Tiny Herb team is also at its peak. But compared to Han Wenqing, he is still inferior.
Han Wenqing used his personal spirit and charm to influence the entire team. Tyranny's current style has to be said to be because their core and captain were players with this style from the beginning. This was formed and continues to this day.
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But what about Wang Jiexi in Tiny Herb? He changed his style, integrated into the team, and eventually won two championships with the team. In terms of results, his two championships are indeed better than Han Wenqing's one championship, but in terms of his performance against the team
In terms of influence, he obviously still can't compare to Han Wenqing.
And now, the ten-year captain stood up from his seat. He had to defend the most critical level for Tyranny for who knows how many times.
Tyranny's loyal fans who came from afar started shouting wildly, as if they were suddenly ignited. Han Wenqing did not show humility to the fans' expectations. He straightened his arms and extended his arms towards the visitors' booth.
fist.
The shouts became louder, and by this time Song Qiying had also stepped off the stage and was walking up to Han Wenqing.
Han Wenqing lowered his fist and swung it towards him. Song Qiying immediately understood and straightened his arm.
Fighting!
"Come on, captain!" Song Qiying said loudly.
"Yeah." Han Wenqing nodded and walked towards the field.
Tyranny was at a disadvantage. After Qiao Yifan finally defeated Song Qiying, he lost 61% of his life and still had 39% left.
This advantage was quite obvious, but at this moment Han Wenqing walked towards the court, and the eyes of those die-hard Tyranny fans in the audience did not have the slightest worry, but were filled with pride.
There is always a winner or loser in the game, everyone knows this.
What the eyes of Tyranny fans reveal is not the belief that they will win. What Han Wenqing brings to them is a firm confidence. They firmly believe that as long as this person is here, they will not lose even if they lose.
Fighting spirit and confidence. As long as this person is around, they will always lose, not the battle!
Tyranny has never been a team that is afraid of failure. In the early days of the league, they were knocked out of the playoffs by Excellent Era three times. Excellent Era and Ye Xiu were known as their bitter rivals and nemesis. But so what?
What? In the fourth season, in the finals of Glory's highest stage, they ruthlessly defeated Excellent Era and vindicated themselves. Older Tyranny fans will never forget that day. That day, they dominated the world against them.
The most perfect interpretation of Tu style.
Not afraid of failure and always climbing to the top, Tyranny has gone through these ten years under the leadership of this man. Now, he is leading Tyranny to climb to that peak again, and he stands on the field again.
In the TV commentary, Pan Lin was also telling all this with great emotion. His partner Li Yibo was born in Tyranny. After experiencing that era, he could no longer see clearly the techniques and tactics, but for the spirit of Tyranny, he
He will never forget it, because he is also a member of Tyranny, a member who went crazy with him that season. Listening to Pan Lin's sensational talk, Li Yibo's blood boiled with excitement, and he had the urge to rush onto the court, pick up the mouse and operate the keyboard again
, fight fiercely!
"Okay, now the game is about to begin. Han Wenqing, Tyranny's 10th-year captain, will face Xingxin's newcomer Qiao Yifan." Pan Lin said.
Although Qiao Yifan was registered in the eighth season, he only appeared in official competitions this season, so when talking about him, he is still called a newcomer.
There is no change in the start, and we still go straight to the manor castle in the middle. Han Wenqing's bravery and decisiveness can almost be seen just from the movement of his character. The progress of Desert Guyan is so straight, rushing straight towards
ahead.
In front of the fort and behind the fort, the same rhythm.
Qiao Yifan still entered through the main entrance of One Inch Gray, and then quickly arrived at the place where the last battle was.
"Qiao Yifan still wants to use this place as a battlefield?" Pan Lin said. After watching the last game, everyone has fully understood how comfortable this place is for Jingui to play. The size of the room, the surrounding area
The room types are all fully utilized in the interspersed color of An Inch Gray.
What is home field advantage?
That's what it's called.
The terrain has been exploited to an extreme.
This is so awesome. Tyranny's players should have seen it sitting in the audience, and Han Wenqing was no exception. But now, Qiao Yifan still wants to use this place as a battlefield. Isn't this a bit wishful thinking? Seeing his efficiency in this area
Using it, will Han Wenqing compete with him here as he wishes?
Well……
Han Wenqing?
I was confused, but when I touched this name, I suddenly got stuck.
This seemingly irrational decision would have been very acceptable if it had been made by Han Wenqing.
Because he has always been like this, knowing that there are tigers in the mountains, he prefers to go to the tiger mountains. It is an irrational move for others, but he is able to open up the situation in one go.
Qiao Yifan once again made a start here. Ordinary players may not come, but Han Wenqing may really step in. Qiao Yifan may have calculated the opponent's temperament accurately and did this.
It’s just wishful thinking, right?
So, everyone looked towards Han Wenqing's side. Desert Guyan came from the back door of the castle, and searched cleanly. In a short time, they had arrived here. This time, Qiao Yifan didn't have to split any more door panels, so he didn't
There would be another voice prompting Han Wenqing. An Inch of Gray simply lurked in this room and was ready for battle.
Because a wall collapsed, the two houses were connected and looked much more spacious. Qiao Yifan didn't know from which end Han Wenqing's Desert Smoke would break in. He just hid An Inch of Ash in the corner and looked at as many directions as possible.
Form an ambush.
Not long after, Qiao Yifan heard the sound of footsteps.
The moving footsteps were not concealed at all, and they made whatever sounds they stepped on, getting closer and closer.
Snap!
Suddenly there was another sound, which made Inch Gray, who was leaning against the wall, feel a tremor.
This sound is familiar to Qiao Yifan. Just in the last round, Song Qiying manipulated the character and made more than 160 such sounds.
Han Wenqing's "Desolate Smoke" is also beating the wall?
As soon as Qiao Yifan's thoughts moved, bang! The sound of the second punch also sounded.
Qiao Yifan had roughly judged the direction of the sound. Just as he was looking, he heard a bang and a hole had been opened in the wall where his perspective was turned.
Three punches to make a hole?
This is of course not because the damage done by Desert Guyan's attack is so incredible, but because the wall he hit with his punch is already fragile.
There were so many battles that came and went, all of which took place inside the fort, and most of them took place on the first floor. The furnishings in the room had long been rotten and not much was left, and the walls were also damaged in the process.
It was damaged everywhere. Han Wenqing obviously just found a severely damaged area and smashed it with three punches.
Are you venting?
Everyone thought so at first!
But soon, I saw Desert Smoke and An Inch of Ash facing each other through the hole.
Seeing the position of Inch Gray, Han Wenqing naturally understood his thoughts immediately. Will he just step forward and start a fight with Qiao Yifan in the terrain he is good at?
The snow patterns in Yicun's hand had begun to flicker with light, but Desert Guyan glanced at him through the hole and walked away.
Bang bang bang, a few more punches, and another hole was punched through the fragile wall. Then, he changed positions and punched again...
The sound came in waves, forming a circle. Qiao Yifan's face gradually changed as he listened.
Song Qiying, that's just to demolish a wall. Han Wenqing, are you planning to demolish the castle directly? (To be continued...)