Chapter 53 I've never lost a heads-up, how about you?
Step by step, step after step.
On the left, Lord Grim is laughing, while on the right, the two pairs of leather boots are stepping on the marble floor as smooth as a mirror, causing hollow echoes.
The two hands flying on the keyboard are equally steady and brisk, but the two pairs of eyes staring at the computer screen are cold and sharp, while the other pair is gently curved in the uninhabited darkness, dark.
Deep in his pupils, there was a relaxed, even a little narrow smile.
"Now the characters on both sides have begun to take action..." As soon as Lord Grim set off, Pan Lin began to perform his duties as the host of the show. He had something to say but nothing to say to fill the empty time before the two parties came into contact:
"We can see that Lord Grim went straight to the center, but Chasing Soul chose a tactical position and detoured to the corridor on the right. Of course, this choice is also very common: in away games, you always have to detour more
, let teammates off the court become more familiar with the map..."
At this point, he suddenly stopped. On the screen and in the public channel, Ye Xiu's first sentence had already popped up.
Lord Grim: You are really cooperative. I asked you to compete in position 1 and you really came?
The whole air seemed to be quiet. Suo Ming Zhui Hun stepped steadily in the corridor, looking left and right as he walked, constantly changing his perspective. On the public channel, the reply from the captain of the Korean team popped up tit for tat.
Throwing lives and chasing souls: If you want to fight, then fight.
Lord Grim: Ouch, what a loud tone. Have you never thought about the greater impact on morale if you lose?
This message also comes with a smiling emoticon. On the big screen, Lord Grim is walking straight forward, even using his toes to jump up lightly, and jumps onto the elegantly shaped vertical candlestick on the left hand side at the top of the grand staircase.
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It was a dark cast iron candlestick sitting on a round marble base, as tall as a person. At the top of the column, four curved branches extended symmetrically, and each branch opened outwards, supporting four burning white candles.
The warm candlelight swayed gently, like a bright flower blooming above the grand staircase, illuminating this corner of the hall with jewels and luxury.
Lord Grim's toes were pointed under the white candle, on the edge of the tray that could only accommodate half of his toes. He jumped from one branch at the top of the candlestick to another branch, then jumped up and landed silently.
On the banister of the grand staircase.
Da, da, da, San Ren's jumping movements were brisk and flexible, like juggling. The candlelight kept swaying on his toes, but until Lord Grim landed, not a single candle was kicked down and extinguished.
Cui Yuanlie did not see this dazzling jump. At this moment, he was controlling the ghost slaying to explore the path, while exchanging words with Ye Xiu in the public channel.
Throwing Life and Chasing Soul: It’s the same if you lose.
Lord Grim: I will not lose.
Lord Grim: I never lost last season. I have confidence, do you have it?
Cui Yuanlie rolled his eyes silently in the darkness.
Should he be grateful for the special rules of Glory, which requires players to operate in a small dark room, instead of directly on the open console like other e-sports competitions, with cameras filming anytime and anywhere?
In short, no one will see whether they roll their eyes, stick out their tongues, or say something to the screen, and the contestants can freely let themselves go...
But damn Lord Grim.
Damn the Chinese team leader.
Although he is recognized as the strongest one-on-one player in the Korean Glory League, he really doesn’t dare to brag about being invincible in one-on-one matches throughout the entire season...
This group competition is really, really troublesome.
Cui Yuanlie suddenly shuddered.
He was actually affected! The leader of the Chinese team seemed to be joking and chatting with jokes, but it seemed that he had to respond only because of the morale of the team. So, could he be so oppressive?
"Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk."
At the Chinese team's match table, Huang Shaotian shook his head and sighed, reaching out to shake the back of Yu Wenzhou's chair.
"You think this guy...why can't he think of exchanging blows with Ye Xiu..."
"No matter how you spray, you'll lose, right?"
Yu Wenzhou spread his hands without any sincerity.
Looking at the entire Chinese Glory Alliance, there are only a handful of people who are immune to the influence of Ye Xiu's rhetoric.
Han Wenqing relied on being "bored" and "childish" to be immune, Huang Shaotian relied on the accumulation of numbers to drown out Ye Xiu's trash talk, and Wang Jiexi relied on his consistent aloofness. At least you are not sure whether he was affected. Others
people……
Hey, it's a matter of team morale, so I can't help but talk to him.
The key is not sure about defeating Lord Grim, right?
This time, after a moment of pause, the answer from the captain of the Korean team popped up on the public channel.
Risking one's life and chasing one's soul: You won't know until you fight whether you win or not.
Lord Grim: So why don't you come out? What kind of circles are you going around in?
The public channel suddenly became silent.
Cui Yuanlie no longer responded. He no longer sought to boost morale with verbal arguments, but focused on operating his role, walking, running, jumping, and observing.
Ye Xiu, on the other hand, did not activate the "Talk to Himself" skill like Huang Shaotian. If the other party didn't speak, he would not continue to complain. Instead, he happily controlled Lord Grim and ran along the railing of the grand staircase.
Come down, land lightly, cross the entire stage, jump onto the handrail of the stairs on the other side, and run upward.
Then, suddenly turned around!
The picture on the big screen freezes almost instantly.
The two characters made a big circle, one from the outer circle and the other from the middle. Comparing the starting point, it can be said that they were busy and bickering for a long time, and they just exchanged positions...
On the beautiful "Y" shaped staircase, Lord Grim stood at the highest point on the right side, while Soul Chaser stood tall at the top on the left side of the staircase, drawing his sword and pointing forward.
"Are you in such a hurry to take action?" A question with a smiling expression suddenly popped up in the channel.
Without waiting for an answer from Zhuihun, Lord Grim spun the Thousand Chance Umbrella in a circle, then suddenly closed it and rushed forward!
Death-seeking soul chaser followed suit and rushed forward. As soon as he stepped onto the platform in the center of the "Y" shape, he saw his opponent jumping high and firing continuously...
Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang.
The clear and loud sound of gunshots. Two consecutive shots, two consecutive shots, mixed with the sound effect of Jun Mo Xiao stepping on the pillar to use his strength, flowing smoothly, with its own rhythm. Before Soul Chase for Life has reached the attack distance, he has already seen Jun Mo
Laughter jumped back and forth between the two pillars, jumping higher and higher.
After reaching the top, Lord Grim suddenly jumped outwards. The mechanical rotors suddenly opened, rose, and retreated, and he was already standing high above the stairs, on the edge of the orchestra pit on the higher level.
Cui Yuanyeol:......
Why bother? This is?
Run down hard and then jump up again...
Although I am a demon slayer, unless I use the Dragon Slash on my weapon, I can't reach you, so I can only work hard to take a detour. But you, a Sanshou, have so little attack power. If you stand tall and rely on some long-range attacks,
You can't hit me either!
"Why don't you come down? Are you scared?"
"How is that possible?" The answer came quickly, just like before, with a bright smile provided by the system:
"You can't be afraid of me either!"
"Then why are you running?"
“Fun!”
That was a righteous answer. Correspondingly, Lord Grim closed his umbrella, leaned forward, stood on the conductor's seat in the orchestra pit, and fired a string of bullets downwards.