Although he could feel the undisguised contempt and humiliation from the words of the blonde British youth, after a series of changes in his expression, the tall boy who was the leader of the Chinese international students gritted his teeth and endured it.
"Okay!"
Because this might be his best chance to defeat his opponent.
In all fairness, if it was really a so-called "fair" duel, he would not have more than a 30% chance of winning even if he had reached Diamond 5 in the local server and Diamond 5 in the European server if he were to go solo against the opposing mid-laner.
Now …
His opponent was a support.
His chances of winning were much higher.
As long as he won this solo match, he could at least regain some of the dignity he had lost after being humiliated by his opponent.
His companions were also aware of this, so they were cheering for the tall boy who was about to go up. "Go, Xuanzi!" "You can't lose this match, you must win!" "It's just a support, it's no problem!"
The two girls clenched their fists tightly and looked at their companion who was about to go up.
"Wu Xuan, it's up to you!"
The tall boy named Wu Xuan took a deep breath and nodded. "Okay!"
Compared to the solemn atmosphere on the Chinese exchange students' side, the few British youths on the other side appeared extremely relaxed. They were even in the mood to laugh and joke around, as though the solo match that was about to begin was nothing to them. When both sides were ready to enter the arena, a British youth who was in charge of the support position on the purple team strode forward. His gaze swept past Wu Xuan's face, and the corners of his lips curled into a cruel smile.
"How is it, are you ready?"
"Don't say that I'm bullying you if you get tortured again ~"
Wu Xuan's eyelids twitched slightly.
He gritted his teeth and replied, "We don't know who will lose yet!"
…
Then, the solo match began. The surrounding Internet cafe customers started to cheer for Wu Xuan on the international students' side. After all, they were all from the same country. They did not want a group of British guys to be arrogant and domineering in their China city.
Soon, both sides blindly selected their heroes and locked on.
The match entered the loading screen.
Wu Xuan was on the blue team. The solo hero he chose was the Small Murloc, Fitz, whom he had used in the previous match and was extremely familiar with.
And the British youth named Jimmy on the purple team …
Coincidentally, they had chosen the same hero!
It was also an Inferior Man-Fish!
An uproar broke out among the spectators.
A solo match with the same hero!
In the case of blind selection, both sides did not know what hero the other had chosen. This match was really a coincidence, and as a result … this match suddenly became a lot more interesting.
The male and female companions behind Wu Xuan couldn't help but be pleasantly surprised, and they almost cheered out loud.
As for Wu Xuan himself, a hint of joy suddenly appeared on his face.
That was because the duel between two heroes depended purely on the player's individual skills and who was more familiar with the hero. He had spent a lot of effort on the Little Murloc hero. It would not be an exaggeration to say that it was the hero he was best at.
Opposite them …
He was only a support player, so his familiarity with the Inferior Man-Fish was definitely not as good as his.
Then his chances of winning this round had increased by another 20%.
Their hopes were even greater!
In an instant, the cheers from the other students behind Wu Xuan became even more enthusiastic.
"Xuanzi, you can do it!"
"An Inferior Man-Fish versus an Inferior Man-Fish, you can do it!"
A girl subconsciously revealed an excited and expectant look on her face. "If that's the case … this round should be a cinch, right?"
On the other side of the crowd, Lin Feng and An Xin were chatting with each other.
"What do you think?"
"Hmm, Wu Xuan played the Inferior Man-Fish pretty well last time, but I don't know how good the guy on the other side is … But if he's confident enough to send his support player into the solo match, he should have some confidence." As Lin Feng spoke, he glanced at the British youths on the other side. Even though a solo match between the same hero and the Inferior Man-Fish had unexpectedly appeared, the British youths seemed to not care at all. Their expressions were relaxed as they chatted and laughed.
It was as if they could already see the outcome of the solo match that was about to begin.
Someone rubbed his nose.
"And speaking of which —"
"If it's according to the plot of the novel or the movie, he'll still be crushed by the British guys."
An Xin couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh.
"Really?"
"Then according to the plot of the novel or the movie, in the end, it should be the main character who helps take care of the arrogant villains and vent everyone's anger."
As she spoke, her gaze fell on Lin Feng. The corners of her mouth curved up.
"What do you think? Are you interested in going up and fighting later?"
Lin Feng scratched his head.
"Ah … Me? Forget it …"
He couldn't muster up any interest.
He had seen many solo matches like this one in the internet cafe. Although he felt that the British youths on the other side were bullying the weak, if he chose to go up as well … he would also be bullying the weak.
The closer Lin Feng's strength was to the peak of Gold rank, the more his horizons naturally increased.
Almost no one below the Seven Kings would be able to make him have much of a fighting spirit.
As for the normal passerby players and experts …
That was even more meaningless to him.
He had returned to the top of the world's pyramid, and as an existence at this level, he had the pride and restraint of a strong person.
Why would an existence at the level of one of the Four Emperors keep bullying ordinary players?
That's right.
For him, even professional players below the Seven Kings were not enough. As for ordinary players … whether they were Bronze, Silver, or Master Kings, in his eyes, there was no difference —
They could be easily dealt with.
As the two talked, the solo match on the stage had already begun.
The spectators in the surrounding internet cafes cheered and whistled enthusiastically. Basically, they were cheering for Wu Xuan on the blue side. After all, the Englishman on the other side was too arrogant and unscrupulous. Moreover, most of the people in the internet cafes were Chinese. Anyone would feel uncomfortable when the Englishman showed off in the territory of his own people.
"Bro, give it your all!"
"Don't get killed by the British, everyone is watching!"
"Bro, if you win, I'll buy you a soda!"
"Come on, come on!"
"The Chinese are awesome!!"
All kinds of clamor and cheers.
But in a short three minutes after the solo match started, it gradually weakened until it was almost inaudible.
"First Blood (First Blood)! — — "
The female voice of the system coldly and cruelly announced the kill in Summoner's Canyon.
In the middle lane.
An Inferior Murloc fell, and another Inferior Murloc stood.
In the front row of the audience, Lin Feng nodded slightly.
"Yeah."
"As expected, she's good."
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