The duel between the two Inferior Fishmen would always be a dazzling sight to behold. It was almost impossible to tell who was controlling who.
The skills were exactly the same, and even the order in which they were used might not be any different. The Tidal Ocean Spirits from both sides fought fiercely on the minions under the control of their respective controllers. The HP bars above the heroes on both sides were rapidly decreasing, and the players were on tenterhooks. They didn't know whether they should cheer excitedly or cry out anxiously.
But after the death of the Inferior Fishman, everything came to a halt.
The corpse of a Tidal Sea Spirit lay on the ground with its eyes open, while the other Inferior Fishman stood calmly with a Seastone Trident in hand.
The battle was over.
Everything was peaceful again.
At this moment, they could finally tell who was who, and who won and who lost.
The one who fell was the Inferior Fishman on the blue side.
The one who stood was the Tidal Sea Spirit on the purple side.
On the blue side of the arena, Wu Xuan's face was pale in front of the computer screen. His right hand, which was holding the mouse, seemed to be trembling slightly from the intense fight just now. His eyes were glued to the game screen in front of him, which had turned into a black-and-white TV. It seemed that he still could not believe everything that was happening in front of him.
He lost.
In just three minutes.
Once blood was drawn, the winner was decided.
In the front row of the spectators, An Xin, who was standing beside Lin Feng, also shook her head lightly.
"The gap is quite big."
As mentioned before, a solo match between the same hero depended purely on the player's individual skill and understanding of the hero.
The difference in strength between the two sides in a solo match would be more directly and cruelly displayed in such a matchup between the same hero. There was no other reason that could help explain it.
All excuses were pale and powerless in the face of such cold reality.
Just like the other Chinese students who were standing behind Wu Xuan and cheering excitedly for their companions, their faces were as pale as a sheet of paper.
They could not believe their eyes either.
They were unwilling to accept such a reality.
The two girls' eyes were so red that they were about to cry, and the other boys didn't have the mood to comfort their female companions, because at this time, they were also completely at a loss, and they couldn't help but feel panic and helplessness.
Even this was supposed to be the most promising game for them to win …
They had all lost.
Wu Xuan, who was the strongest among them, was still crushed by the support members of the group of British youths despite having such a huge advantage in terms of strength.
Yes.
It was truly a crushing defeat.
When the first wave of Small Fishmen fought against each other, the opponent's purple-squared Small Fishman seized the chance to reduce Wu Xuan's Tidal Sea Spirit's HP a little. Then, the Tidal Sea Spirit fell into an increasingly passive state.
Then, in the wave that reached level three, the purple-square Little Man-Fish that had leveled up first brazenly took the initiative.
Q Skill Face Rush.
Flat Q followed by W followed by A cheat [Ignite].
Skill E, "Mischievous", jumped up in one second.
Predicting Wu Xuan's position, the second E-Flash directly slammed down.
A series of consecutive moves.
He coldly and cruelly completed the instant kill!
"Actually, after the first wave of losses, there was still a chance to fight back," someone commented from the side.
The girl by the side quirked an eyebrow when she heard this, and the ghost of a smile appeared on her face.
"It's fine if I let you come, right?"
Someone admitted it matter-of-factly.
"Yeah."
"That guy on the other side … He made a lot of mistakes in the previous matches."
If he had encountered an opponent at the level of the Yonkō (Four Emperors) or even the Seven Kings, it would indeed be difficult for the Small Fishman to turn the tables after the first wave of losses in a solo match. However, the British youth called Jimmy was far from reaching the level of a top professional player.
He was far from even the standard of an ordinary professional player.
To put it bluntly …
In the three minutes of the solo match just now, if it had been taught to Lin Feng, he would have had at least three or four chances to turn the tables and win.
It was indeed not bad for a support mid to be able to play at such a level.
However.
It was just that.
An Xin curled her lips slightly. "You've said so much, why don't you go?"
Lin Feng shook his head with a look of disinterest. "Forget it, bullying the strong doesn't sound good in novels …"
As he spoke, he yawned. He was a little full from eating hotpot in the afternoon. After a few random matches, he was starting to feel a little sleepy.
…
Compared to Lin Feng and An Xin, who were able to give a more professional and incisive analysis of the solo match just now, most of the spectators were stunned by the British youth called Jimmy's clean and tidy one-hit kill.
It was truly a visual impact.
From start to finish.
In the end, he even used a beautiful second E-Flash to accurately calculate the position of the Small Fishman on Wu Xuan's side. With a "cheeky" slap, he completed the kill in an unstoppable and domineering manner.
This caused everyone to be momentarily shocked to the point of being speechless.
And don't forget …
To be able to pull off such a feat, Jimmy was only a support among the British youth.
A support easily crushed the main mid on Wu Xuan's side.
Really … the difference in strength was too great, right?
For a time, such a thought appeared in the minds of the Internet cafe customers and viewers. Then, they looked at the British young men opposite them with a complicated look of fear and dread.
At this moment, Wu Xuan had already walked down from the arena dejectedly as the loser. In fact, even his footsteps appeared to be a little unsteady as he walked over to his companions. At this moment, even his companions had their mouths agape. They simply did not know how to console Wu Xuan. There was only bitterness in their mouths and a heavy feeling in their hearts.
As the victor, Jimmy returned to his companions with relaxed footsteps. He was greeted by cheerful high-fives and proud whistles. The tall and skinny British youth in the lead had already turned his gaze towards Wu Xuan and the others again. There was an undisguised disdainful smile on his face.
"What do you think?
Do you want to continue? "
Wu Xuan's expression changed several times. He almost wanted to open his mouth and ask for a rematch, but in the end, he lowered his head dejectedly, unable to refute or fight back. His companions beside him also clenched their fists tightly but were powerless to do anything.
The more he saw that Wu Xuan and the others showed weakness and remained silent, the more disdainful and mocking expression appeared on the face of the tall and thin British youth.
"Oh, looks like they don't dare."
"So-"
"What about the others?"
He looked at all the spectators in the Internet cafe's lobby and opened his arms in a natural manner. His lips curled into an exaggerated mocking smile.
"Others are fine too."
"Anyone! Anyone!"
“e-on！ Is there no one who wants to try again? "
"Hey hey hey, there are only a few of us. All the Chinese in your Internet cafe … Is there not even one person who dares to challenge us?"
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