The shouts in the stands became louder and louder.
When One Autumn Leaf killed the three characters of the American team, the golden light rose from his body, and scattered discussions arose in the stands;
When One Autumn Leaf passed through the dazzling flowers and charged forward with a spear in hand, the discussion gradually grew from small to loud, and gradually turned into shouts;
And when One Autumn Leaf finally got close and started to assassinate, the scattered shouts finally swept across the stands. Among the audience and Chinese fans, a prairie fire was ignited!
"Sun Xiang, come on!"
"One Autumn Leaf, come on!"
"God of War, come on -"
There was a sudden silence all around. Chen Guo turned around reflexively and saw a young man standing alone in the stands next door, glaring hard at his companions with his face flushed. After a moment of stalemate, he suddenly shouted as if he had given up on himself:
"What! Don't you want to?!"
Chen Guo felt sad and almost had a sore nose. When she heard the word "God of Fighting", she felt unhappy at the first moment, as if something precious had been taken away and would disappear forever; however, the young man's words really hit home.
In her heart——
Don't you want to?
How could you not want to! Watching Excellent Era's battles, looking up to One Autumn Leaf's three consecutive championships and becoming a fan, who doesn't have the majestic and heroic appearance of the God of War engraved in their hearts! And who doesn't want to see this character who represents the glory of China once again
Glowing?!
But, but...
However, if the title of "God of Fighting" is called out again, it must already belong to another person...
Chen Guo didn't want to see this day. It seemed that as long as this title was not shouted out, it would still only belong to Ye Xiu and would not be taken away by others.
Chen Guo turned her head forward hard, not wanting to look at the fans who were shouting and waving their arms over there. However, as soon as she turned her head, her eyes couldn't help but drop down, looking forward, at the back of the players sitting upright. What is Ye Xiu?
Mood? What was he thinking when he heard the shouts from the stands?
The person in front sat quietly, looking up at the big screen, leaving only the back of her head. Chen Guo couldn't see Ye Xiu's face. However, she knew the answer to this question without asking:
Ye Xiu himself has never cared about false fame. In fact, he hopes that future generations can take over the glory of the God of War, and more importantly, be able to shoulder this heavy responsibility——
Chen Guo hopes that he will get his wish. But he also hopes that he will never see him get his wish in his lifetime.
No matter what she thought, no matter whether she expected or resisted. In the World Invitational Tournament, at the last moment when the Chinese team won the championship, when One Autumn Leaf was dressed in golden light and holding a spear, charging forward majestic, the cry of "God of Fighting",
Finally it rang again in the stands.
Getting bigger and neater:
"God of War, come on!"
"God of War, come on!"
Amidst the shouts, One Autumn Leaf charged forward, the golden light flowing on the black clothes and black armor, never fading; Dazzling Hundred Flowers responded behind, bullets and grenades flew out in succession, filling all the gaps. Under the combined attack, the stars were shattered.
He became stiff again, and his blood flowed out as if a floodgate had been opened——
"One Autumn Leaf is close! Close! Attack! Crush the stars and try to block, whirlwind kick, the two sides collide, stiff! The stiffness of the sharpshooter is too painful, use the body to touch the other's war spear, tsk, tsk, Baihua
Follow up with Dazzle!"
Pan Lin's throat was about to burst. He put one hand on his knees, and clenched the other hand tightly into a fist, punching the air. Fortunately, he had short hair, otherwise he would be so excited.
It can explode into a golden lion king in minutes:
"——Ice bullets, a string of 20 bullets, stiff and stiff again, and it also has a deceleration effect! Beautiful! Zhang Jiale's skill selection is so beautiful, and it sets a perfect stage for Sun Xiang to attack with One Autumn Leaf! Turn it up
Got it!
The sharpshooter still has 10% of his health - 9% - 8% - come on! Come on! Hold on! Kill him in one go!"
How long does it take to go from 10% health to zero? Pan Lin wanted to know, but the broadcaster of the TV show didn't want to know at all. Everyone was so busy: the director was busy switching lenses, the technicians were busy adjusting data, and the visual effects
I was busy adding effects and text to the shots cut by the director... Not only the personnel in the rear, but also the on-site personnel in the front were all tense.
Especially the media member sent by the Glory League, Miss Pan Xiaoyun. With the shouts from the stands, she immediately jumped up from the two rows behind the game seats, squatted down, and ran around to the front in small steps. There was a separate stand there.
The camera was raised high and pointed at the stands.
Pan Xiaoyun clicked her high heels, squatted like a crab, and threw herself behind the camera. She knelt down on one knee, quickly lowered the camera, and faced the competition seats——
Just when the focus was achieved, huge cheers suddenly swept across the stands!
Pan Xiaoyun held the head with one hand and one leg of the tripod reflexively with the other hand. She turned around, turned her head, and looked up. Two large golden square characters in the dark pupils flew out of the holographic projection, getting closer and closer.
The bigger:
glory!
Pan Xiaoyun held her breath.
Logistics, translators, team doctors, all staff held their breath.
In the players' box, the great players of the national team and the young sparring boys in the back row all stared at each other. Behind the referee's box, Feng Xianjun, who had been sitting quietly like a mascot, suddenly turned his head:
"!!!"
To his left, the old Swiss man with platinum curly hair, the chairman of the hosting committee of this World Invitational Tournament, quietly spread his hands:
"Surprise~~~"
Feng Xianjun was holding his chest and almost speechless. This was a surprise. He knew before the overtime started that there would be a surprise if the Chinese team won - but Feng Xianjun didn't know that the World Invitational Tournament officials secretly prepared it.
What a surprise!
It’s not GLORY. It’s not what players around the world are used to seeing. It’s the words that fly out immediately after the victory is decided in the arena. At the end of overtime, when the Chinese team won the championship, it was displayed in front of all glory fans around the world.
, is Chinese!
yes,
glory!
Even if you don't know Chinese, even if you don't know what these two words mean, when you see the two golden square words flying towards you, you know that the Chinese team won the championship!
Well done!
Boys and girls! You have won the highest honor for yourself and China!
Feng Xianjun jumped up. At this moment, this old man who was over fifty years old and even suffered from heart disease threw up the national flag he was holding tightly in his hand and shouted like a teenager:
"Ouch——"
He yelled uncontrollably. In the stands, all the fans of the Chinese team also cheered forgetfully. Regardless of men and women, regardless of age, regardless of which team or which great god they are fans of, they shouted and their voices became louder and louder.
The neater it is, the bigger it gets:
"God of War!"
"God of War!"
"God of War——"
The cheers spread from the stadium to the studio and reached the ears of Pan Lin and Li Yibo. Host Pan was heartbroken and lowered his head to look at the monitor screen.
He saw that the director reflexively switched the scene: the camera did not even focus on the golden word "Glory", but on the competition seat, and on Ye Xiu sitting in the center of the competition seat——
In the camera, Ye Xiu looked up and smiled relaxedly, looking satisfied, comfortable and at ease.