Ye Xiu couldn't stop laughing in the competition cabin. From the corners of his eyes, to the corners of his mouth, he raised his head and laughed softly. The left and right competition cabins were completely enclosed and soundproofed, and there were no cameras facing him.
Face slap, he could just laugh heartily.
Can you not laugh?
This battle - full health, full status, on the playing field, let's fight with the top battle mage of another genre!
Attack, harass, dodge, lure, lurk - the individual players fight quickly, the opponent tries their best to interrupt and create an advantage, knocking Lord Grim out of his wits, and combos all the way until he hits the cliff. The dragon raises his head and changes direction for the second time! Lord Grim
Dodge three times in the void, return to the cliff, and knock the opponent off the cliff with one move!
So hearty.
Both himself and his opponent tried their best in this battle, using all their skills and scheming.
And in the end, it was himself who won - after the unprecedentedly powerful battle mage fought with all his strength, he was still the one who won!
The taste of victory is still as sweet as ever, no matter how many times you taste it, it will never be enough. What is different from the past is that I can taste it even before the game is over: the moment Lord Grim stood on the cliff, overlooking his opponent,
Ye Xiu knew that he had won.
Although he still had to remain vigilant, even though he had to attack at the last moment and not give the opponent any chance... However, the gap between them allowed him to play a little joke with the opponent while practicing healing skills.
How can you not laugh?
As for why "long live captain america" is typed, I can only say that in the blink of an eye, a joke came to Ye Xiu's mind? It just happened to be this sentence... The villain is the villain? As long as he wins, it doesn't matter.
The only regret is that I can’t see my opponent’s face right there.
What Ye Xiu couldn't see was projected on the big screen in front of all the audience. Outside the competition cabin, William Jones walked back slowly with a solemn expression, while the members of the American team could only greet their captain with silence.
.
What can I say? William Jones’s previous performance was impeccable? Whether it was the wonderful attacks or the combo that hit Lord Grim. And the two changes of direction by Fulong Xiangtian in the end were even called
Amazing. But, but...
Still lost.
And it was a huge defeat.
When Captain America was knocked off the cliff? Lord Grim's health volume? There was nearly 30% left... Oh, it even reached 33% afterwards.
1/3 of the blood volume! When fighting in the ring, this blood volume is far from the blood skin that can be broken at a touch. There are so many things that can be done!
Moreover, choosing this winning picture? Giving the opponent psychological pressure was also William Jones’s final decision...
My own teammates don’t talk? The group headed by the runner-up team in the domestic league has nothing to complain about. The captain of the runner-up team, John Thrall, suffered a humiliating defeat at the hands of the same person in the last game, leaving the opponent with 11 in the end.
% health; the knight who followed him at position 2 was not much better? 11%:20% health ratio? It can’t be said to be good-looking.
The most? It’s just that I didn’t choose the winning picture, so I didn’t lose as badly as I did.
Only now did the players on the American team realize that the person on the opposite side named their character don't laugh, not to tell outsiders not to laugh, but because their opponents were all defeated and had no right to laugh...
Ah, what a painful realization.
John Sal nodded to his colleagues, spread out his hands, and made a gesture that was half helpless and half sympathetic. The captain of the American team nodded slightly in response, then turned his eyes to the left and sat in two neat rows, tensing
Looking up at his teammates.
The petite blond girl, the mad swordsman Elizabeth Raven, is no longer leaning on her priest, but is sitting upright. Her blue eyes are half solemn and half determined. Look at her body leaning forward, her back
The slightly arched look looks like he is really carrying a heavy sword on his shoulders;
To the left of the mad swordsman, ammunition expert Abraham Shirley frowned slightly and his eyes wandered. Sometimes he looked at his captain, and sometimes he floated to the upper left, turning back and forth.
However, with four years of experience as a teammate, William Jones could tell at a glance that the young man was not shying away from the battle, but was looking at the big screen in the upper left corner, thinking about how to fight;
In the row behind him, Richard Toynbee, the summoner of the third place New York Big Apple team, stared into his eyes with eagerness on his face, his dreadlocks almost flying up.
On the other hand, the assassin beside the summoner, Blair Stuart, still looked like he was suppressing his presence every day, and even pulled down his hood...
Very good, no matter what, everyone's morale is at least sufficient, and no one gets scared when they see a strong enemy and doesn't want to play.
William Jones looked around at all the players who were preparing to compete in the arena, and nodded slightly. He was not in a hurry to take a seat, but pressed the back of the seat with one hand, bent forward, and called the summoner's name first:
"Richard," the veteran captain who has been in the industry for eight years said in a soft voice, but with an unquestionable pressure:
"The map area is small, and the opponent's movement speed is very fast. Your summoned beast may not have time to deploy. In this case, you should stop it first."
The dreadlocks on his head suddenly hung down, and Richard Toynbee's dark and shiny skin seemed to darken as well.
However, what the captain said was correct after all. When the situation was deduced before the game, he was not originally assigned to deal with that don't laugh. The African-American young man had no choice but to pout his thick lips and shrug his shoulders in resignation.
"Blair, what about you?"
Blair Stuart, the assassin from the sixth-placed team in the league, the Philadelphia Independence, still looked like a cool assassin and pulled his hood down...
……All right.
After getting along for more than a month, everyone has become accustomed to Blair's autistic appearance, which means he can't talk even if he can't talk, and his hood is like his own body. - Fortunately, Zurich is relatively cool. If you encounter a city with a daily temperature of 38 degrees in summer, it would be very difficult for you to deal with it.
How can you live with a hat covering your head?
Moreover, during the preparation process before the game, the assassin was booked to play in the third and fourth positions, and he never studied the opponent's opponent.
Mad swordsman, ammunition expert. One is long-range, and the other is melee. Each has its own professional advantages in dealing with Sanren. However, the worrying factors are also clearly in front of us:
Although the two teammates have studied don't laugh, they haven't spent much energy. After all, he is the captain at the No. 1 position. In the eyes of the teammates, there is a high probability that they will not encounter don't laugh. Even if they do,
There should only be blood and skin left.
But now, they need to face a brand-new profession that has never appeared in the glory arena with one-third of its health remaining.
"I'll go!"
"I'll go!"
The two spoke in unison, and as soon as they finished speaking, they immediately turned to look at each other menacingly. After staring at each other for a moment, the ammunition expert Abraham Shelly couldn't stand up to the mad swordsman girl who always had a crazy energy, and looked away in disbelief.
, and quickly stuck out his tongue at the captain.
"I'm on it."
The little blond girl held the account card on her chest tightly and stood up. William Jones stepped aside to get out of the way for her, but at the last moment he raised his arm to block her and said in a deep voice:
"Raven," he did not call the little girl's nickname "Sissy", but solemnly stared into the little girl's sky-like eyes and called out her last name:
"When you go on the field... don't think about whether you will fall off the cliff. Just play and have fun!"
“Just what I wanted!”
The petite mad swordsman raised his head proudly, his eyes like fire.
The holographic projection fell again. This time, as soon as the landing protection ended, the angry bird shouldered the Frost Soul Heavy Sword and rolled towards the stone wall at the end of the pulpit like a ball of burning flames.
"Ah, our Princess Sissi played very actively this time..." The American commentator, who had endured the whole game, immediately started to find something to say:
"Different from the knight-like start of the last game, this time, in Elizabeth Raven's battle, the mad swordsman's momentum was unmistakable. On the contrary, the don't laugh did not give the same response. After refreshing on the top of the stone wall
, he didn’t move a step and started immediately..."
"Brush blood."
Cha Xiaoxia happily picked up.
To brush the blood, Lord Grim has an old rule. That is to say, the map of Pulpit Rock is too unobstructed. If you replace it with the Goreme Open Air Museum last time, or the misty jungle, stalactite caves and other terrains, Ye Xiu can brush it.
Grow old till the end of time.
I have to say that this boring and boring blood-brushing operation is really fun and enjoyable to watch.
but……
"Ye Xiu's blood brushing rhythm this time seems a little different from usual?"
"Yes, no matter whether it was the last game or this game, he didn't open the prayer of hope..."