Chapter 20: Fate is reincarnating, familiar like an illusion
You can hear your breath in the huge arena.
The character disappears.
The towers faded.
The walls fade away.
The holographic projection was turned off. The majestic Sagrada Familia disappeared from the stadium, leaving behind an empty plain with twelve competition cabins standing opposite each other at both ends of the flat. In the entire stadium, there were only large screens hanging high in the air.
The classic shot just now is still being played on a loop:
The flying spears of Dazzling Flowers moved in a chaotic manner, Vodka and Salt jumped out resolutely, the eagle in the air turned to catch the clouds and caught people, the two characters became entangled and fell from the top of the tower...
There were no sound effects and no voice. On the screen, the two people fell rapidly again and again, silently, like a slightly horrifying mime.
There was silence in the competition seats.
The home court of the Chinese team, the Chinese team's arena map to choose from. The three of them, Zhou Zekai, Fang Rui, and Sun Xiang, fought one after another, and the 50% health advantage they had won was gone in one fell swoop.
No one spoke. From Ye Xiu to Yu Wenzhou, from Tang Hao to Fang Rui, everyone was silently speculating and even worried.
Will Zhang Jiale's mentality be shaken?
What will be the outcome of the arena match?
"no problem."
Zhang Xinjie suddenly spoke. There was a sense of calmness and tranquility in his voice. As a teammate, he dared to assure everyone that Zhang Jiale would not have any problems. It was just a loss in the game. For Zhang Jiale, who had experienced so many failures and setbacks,
Absolutely no obstacle!
At the same time, another firm, even a little proud voice broke the silence in the second row.
"no problem."
The magician, Wang Jiexi, is the Chinese team’s general in this arena, Team Tiny Herb, and has always been the general in charge.
The responsibility of the defender is never just to win the game one-on-one. More importantly, when the battle situation is unfavorable, one vs. two, one vs. three, and comeback against the wind!
In the tenth season, from the first round to the twenty-third round, Wang Jiexi won the Tiny Herb Arena, setting a record of winning streak for twenty-three consecutive rounds.
Full blood versus full blood, Wang Jiexi is not afraid of anyone!
The competition cabin is finally opened.
Zhang Jiale's figure appeared at the door. He did not take steps immediately, but lowered his head slightly to calm down, as if he was a little dizzy from the blazing lights pouring down. Then, China's leading ammunition expert raised his head and stared ahead.
, waved his arm slightly.
The broadcast camera instantly cut to the scene. In the stands, Sun Zheping, who was still not seated, faced the competition cabin and nodded slightly.
The two people's eyes immediately separated. Zhang Jiale turned to look at the opposite side. Almost at the same time, at the other end of the field, Sergei Lunovsky, who had just walked out of the competition cabin, also stood up straight and turned to look back in exactly the same way.
As if they had a clear understanding of each other, the two players who had just finished fighting turned around at the same time and walked towards each other.
——Language barrier. No translator. Before this, there had never even been any conversation.
However, the understanding reached by the two top Glory players in the world in the fiercest battle and collision, why does it need translation or language?
One Chinese and one Russian, two pairs of professional e-sports players' hands, with a combined insured amount exceeding eight figures, were tightly and forcefully held together in the center of the field.
There was endless applause in the stands.
The applause given to the two players fell silent for a long time. Zhang Jiale returned to his seat, and Ye Xiu stood up and went to the referee's seat. All the spectators in the stands raised their heads with bated breath, waiting for the new round of contestants to appear on the big screen.
list.
After a moment, on the two electronic screens hanging symmetrically on both sides of the large central screen, the words of various countries began to scroll. English, French, German, Italian, and finally, under the attention of the crowd on the side of the Chinese team's stands, two lines of square words one
Left and right, hanging high in the air.
Roman Pugachev, The Exorcist, The Cathedral on Spilled Blood.
Wang Jiexi, magic scholar, Wang Buliuxing.
Full of blue, full of blood, the last person standing.
Magician versus exorcist.
The outcome of the Chinese team's home arena match will be decided here.
Wang Jiexi stood up slowly. The long-established magician's expression did not change, he was always calm and indifferent. He walked out of his seat and walked slowly towards the competition stage. After taking six or seven steps, he suddenly stopped, stopped, turned around, and held hands with the person in the third row.
Gao Yingjie, who was holding his fists and looking excited and nervous, looked into each other's eyes.
——Yingjie, you should take good care of it.
After looking at each other for a moment, Wang Jiexi turned away slightly. Behind Gao Yingjie, Ge Caijie of the Void Team pursed his lips tightly and nodded deeply - in the peripheral vision, Li Xuan turned around and sat upright, then raised his eyes, Tian Sen leaned back and retracted
The eyes fell on Ge Caijie.
Wang Jiexi walked forward slowly on the field. In the stands outside the field, the players who came as sparring partners were sitting in a haphazard manner according to their teams, professions, or personal relationships. Several young players bumped into each other.
Whisper:
"Is the King's team okay?"
"No problem. No one will give in to the Exorcist if the King is cowardly. Don't worry!"
Tian Sen sat in the front row and didn't look back. He smiled to himself when he heard the sound. Wang Jiexi is not a coward and will not coward an exorcist - this has been the case since the first battle in the alliance.
Back then, Sweeping the Floor and Burning Incense, together with One Autumn Leaf and Desert Smoke, were among the first to become gods. Even if they didn't make it to the finals in the second season, this person and this character would still be majestic when he stood up.
But Wang Jiexi...
At that time, Tian Sen had already entered the training camp of the Royal Style Team, and was watching Wang Jiexi's first match in front of the TV. After defeating the half-health ammunition expert in a one-on-two match, he faced off against Guo Mingyu's weapon without any loss.
Sweep the floor and burn incense.
Magician, become famous in one battle.
The quiet stands were suddenly filled with music. Someone in the stands next door opened the show. There was only an aisle between the seats of the professional players. Tian Sen could hear every word clearly - the high-pitched singing broke through the silence.
, everyone looked at the professional players who were waiting intently for the battle.
Mr. Guo next to him made an impatient "tsk" sound. The young man stretched his head forward and looked as if he was about to shout, "Music is off!" Before he could speak, Tian Sen looked away and stretched out his hand to pull the young man away.
Hold down and pat back into your seat.
The song swirled around. Seven years ago, the exorcist, who was no longer young, took over the sweeping and burning incense from his predecessors and listened quietly.
"It's fate that reincarnates,
Familiar as an illusion,
Fire broke through the sky and the stars poured out;
Horse hooves trample fallen leaves,
The corners are endless,
The blood rolled down into the dust like a flash of violence..."
Eight years ago, sweeping the floor and burning incense, Wang Bului left no trace.
Eight years later, exorcist and magician.
It's like reincarnation.
The security guard walked over quickly. The fans who had turned on the public show hurriedly turned down the volume. Tian Sen quietly stared at the big screen in his seat, and could only hear a line of singing in the distance, one after another:
"A time too far away,
Invisible eyebrows and eyelashes,
At the end of the memory, the wind is still biting..."
The wind was howling. Wang Jiexi walked step by step from the end of memories to the end of time.