Sun Xiang stared blankly at the computer screen in front of him.
The gray "lose" stayed in the retina for a moment and slowly faded away. Instead, there was the routine post-match summary screen of Glory - the Summoner stood in the center of the field, showing off his power, with the four beasts surrounding him shaking their heads and tails; and One Autumn Leaf
, the number one account card of the China Glory Professional League, God of War One Autumn Leaf, fell lifelessly to the ground, motionless...
It's not like he has never lost since he took charge of One Autumn Leaf. Publicly and privately.
However, even if he loses, there are only a handful of people who can make the One Autumn Leaf in his hand fall down - the King of Fighters in the Desert, the Gun King with a Spear Through the Clouds, the Magician Wang Buliuxing, and the Sword Saint Ye.
The sound of rain is annoying...
Also, don’t laugh.
The one who can defeat it is the original owner of One Autumn Leaf and the undisputed number one person in China's glory, Ye Xiu.
But, this time.
It was not them, nor those characters who stood at the top of the China Glory League, that made One Autumn Leaf lose.
Moreover, this failure...
The fighter's will is almost at its highest point, and he takes the initiative to release it. The moment his condition drops, he is counterattacked by his opponent...
So much struggle and reflection, so much forbearance, restraint and self-breakthrough, all turned into a complete joke because of this failure.
Lost.
Still lost.
Although the opponent is indeed very strong - according to the public opinion in the team, he is on the same level as Zhou Zekai, Wang Jiexi, or Han Wenqing and Huang Shaotian; although no one has ever fought against a god-level summoner without experience; although the map is not good for him...
But no matter what, if you lose, you lose.
What's even worse is that in this game, the Chinese team can only guarantee their qualification with absolute certainty by scoring all ten points. Originally, they could never lose.
Sun Xiang silently pulled out the account card, pressed his fingers together, and held the silver-white first-edition card in his palm. The 1.85-meter-tall young man buried his head deeply and closed his eyes.
One second, two seconds, three seconds.
Leave all the pain, frustration and loss in the closed competition seats.
Then, he wiped his face, stood up, opened the door and strode out.
The camera lens kept chasing his figure. The young battle mage looked calm. Although he was not smiling, he was not at all depressed or depressed. When he passed by Tang Hao, he even stood still, raised his hands and clenched his fists, and said
Tang Hao, who also raised his fist, touched it lightly.
The two youngest players of the national team walked away from each other. One rushed to his battlefield, and the other returned to his seat. However, after passing Tang Hao, Sun Xiang's footsteps suddenly stopped, and then he took each step slowly:
In the middle of the first row of the player seats, Ye Xiu had stopped discussing, stood up and stood there waiting for him.
That was the former owner of Fighting God One Autumn Leaf.
Sun Xiang: "..."
His mood now was exactly the same as when he failed in the exam in junior high school and saw his class teacher waiting at the door of the classroom when he took the papers home.
Sun Xiang walked slowly towards the contestants' bench. He muttered, but before he could say anything, Ye Xiu had already spoken:
"Well played."
"……ah?"
Sun Xiang's confusion was completely written on his face. Ye Xiu did not explain in detail, looked directly into Sun Xiang's eyes, and repeated it calmly:
"The game was really good. I performed to my expected level. Let's review the rest later."
"Ah? Oh!"
Sun Xiang responded meaninglessly twice, quickened his pace, and hurriedly passed in front of Ye Xiu. He didn't even dare to raise his head along the way, until the skirts of Su Mucheng and Chu Yunxiu passed by in his sight, and he walked halfway around. He circled around Fang Rui and returned to his seat.
Not long after, the lights on the field dimmed. Sun Xiang raised his head and stared at the screen, but he only felt that the battle just now was still rolling over and over in his mind. Along with it, there was also the sentence that Ye Xiu just commented:
"Well played."
...what's good?
He obviously lost so miserably... But Ye Xiu never tells lies... But that guy always speaks with sarcasm... Ridicule is sarcasm, Ye Xiu's sarcastic style is also telling the truth... Say this: "Hit Is it a consolation or do you really feel that way?
While his thoughts were racing, he was suddenly touched lightly on his arm. Sun Xiang turned around and saw Zhou Zekai on his right half turned around, staring at him extremely seriously in the chaotic light and shadow on the big screen.
The captain, who was taciturn and always used actions instead of words, took the rare opportunity to speak:
"There is also a team competition."
Sun Xiang was stunned.
He subconsciously straightened his back and nodded slowly, solemnly and forcefully.
Yes, he will have to compete in the team competition next. What he should do now is to adjust his mood and state. No matter how he played just now, he cannot bring his emotions into the next team competition.
After calming down his emotions, Sun Xiang was finally able to concentrate and take a closer look at the game on the court. At this glance... well, Tang Hao was even worse than him.
At any rate, he alternated offense and defense with the opponent for five or six minutes, whether it was tactical testing or head-on confrontation, everything was done. Tang San hit him with cutting techniques, manipulation techniques, rain of chaos, and ghost entanglement, one after another. Rushing from left to right and unable to move even an inch, that is because you have been tricked into being completely unable to fight back.
The battle was so miserable that Pan Lin couldn't even complain. It wasn't until the battle was over, when Tang San's body was covered with gray and gloomy light and he fell powerlessly, that Master Pan let out a long sigh and gave a summary of today's battle:
"Tang Hao...met a Yu Wenzhou who has quick hands."
Yu Wenzhou himself, against Ye Xiu, was able to steal half of Lord Grim's health. A warlock player who has experience, awareness, judgment, and heart, his hand speed can exceed 300...
It's a perfect match for a player like Tang Hao who has strong operational skills but weak awareness and poor tactical skills, right?
However, these are not things that the Chinese team players need to lament for the time being. In another arena, the results of the match between the Japanese team and the German team have been reported: the German team won three games in a row in the singles match, and the current score is three to zero. .
The current total score of Group C in the group stage is that Sweden ranks first with 19 points, Germany ranks second with 12 points, China ranks third with 11 points, and Japan ranks last with 4 points.
——In other words, if the Japanese team loses in the group competition and the team competition, then the final score of the German team will be 19 points. Even if the Chinese team takes all the remaining seven points, the final score will only be 18 points, one point less than the German team.
It is very likely that in the next group competition and team competition, everyone in the Chinese team will work hard to the final result, and they will be eliminated and miss the quarterfinals.
A suffocating tension enveloped the entire national team. Tang Hao hardly looked at anyone when he stepped off the stage. Huang Shaotian, who always talked a lot, did not speak when Tang Hao sat down next to him. In the deathly silence, Zhou Zekai stood up and walked out At the player's seat, he pulled out the account card from the card holder hanging on his chest and held it in his hand.