"Fight with real swords and spears?" Jiang Botao was amused. "You want to fight all three of us? That'll be hard! "
"Bring it on!" Baozi yelled.
"Vice-captain, he's stalling for time!" Du Ming saw that Jiang Botao really did seem to want to play with this guy, so he hurriedly reminded him.
"It's just entertainment. What's the point of being so calculative? Just play with him for a bit! 3v1. Do you think it'll take a long time? "Jiang Botao said.
"Of course not!" Du Ming's spirits rose.
"Let's go!" Wu Qi called out. His Cruel Silence charged forward.
"We're coming!" Jiang Botao said.
"I've been waiting for you guys for a long time," Baozi said calmly. The Brawler Baozi Invasion had the faint aura of a grandmaster. Fighting 1v3, he didn't back down, standing proudly. But not long after, the Brawler Baozi Invasion had already fallen to the ground, becoming a corpse, and was thrown out of the arena.
Everyone's mouths were wide open.
They really couldn't understand. What was this Bao Rongxing thinking? Why did he have to humiliate himself like this? They really couldn't understand it!
Was he an idiot? Everyone thought so.
"Ah ah, what a pity. I lost!" Baozi said in annoyance.
"Did you really think you had a chance of winning?" Luo Ji couldn't help but ask.
"It doesn't matter if I win or lose. As long as I fight like this, I won't regret it," Baozi said.
"Can anyone control me?" Luo Ji was possessed by Mo Fan, his face expressionless.
"Okay, it's time for us to attack. Let's finish this quickly," Wei Chen said to the two juniors.
"Let's fight!" Baozi yelled.
"..." Luo Ji.
Offense and defense switched. Happy switched to offense, Samsara switched to defense.
It was the same opening, but this time, Happy's three characters stood at the apex of the triangle. The sandbags appeared in Windward Formation's hands.
"If we keep getting sandbags, won't this game never end?" Du Ming said.
"Just surpass their time," Wu Qi said.
"Good luck!" Jiang Botao said. Although his attitude was that there was no need to be too calculative, between winning and losing, people still preferred the latter.
When the match began, Jiang Botao immediately turned his camera 360 degrees to observe Happy and the other two's actions.
Happy and the other two were on the move. They were eager to launch an attack. Samsara's three players moved while paying attention to the sandbag in Windward Formation's hands. They had already experienced how cunning Wei Chen was. With the sandbag in his hands, they felt that he would definitely do something unexpected.
"Take this!" Wei Chen suddenly shouted and swung his arm.
Samsara's three wanted to dodge, but the sandbag wasn't thrown at them.
"This again!" Du Ming said. He turned around and saw that the sandbag had been thrown into Baozi's invading hands. But Baozi's invading hands weren't in a good position to attack. Would he pass again?
Samsara's three players moved, on guard against Happy's next pass.
But there was no pass. The sandbag fell into Baozi's invading hands. And then, Happy and the other two gathered together.
What are they doing?
Jiang Botao didn't understand. In this game, the attackers had to split up and form a tandem to be a threat. If the three of them were together, what was the difference between one and the other?
Could it be that the three of them wanted to attack together?
Just as he was thinking, Happy and the other two standing together, Windward Formation and Concealed Light had already started casting.
Concealed Light was casting a summon. Windward Formation was casting … Death's Door!
He had never heard of someone chanting an ultimate move in such a grandiose manner.
But the threat of Death's Door was too great. Samsara's three players couldn't just sit by and watch. Jiang Botao's Empty Waves rushed up and swung his sword. Earthquake Slash swept out in an attempt to interrupt Windward Formation's casting.
But Baozi's invading jumped out from the side and used his own body to block the Earthquake Slash.
There was obviously some damage, but Baozi's invading hands clearly didn't care. With the sandbag in his left hand and the Brick in his right, he charged towards Empty Waves with large strides.
Jiang Botao could only choose to dodge. Who would dare to fight someone with a powerful sandbag?
But Windward Formation's Death's Door still needed to be interrupted! Jiang Botao had no chance against Baozi, so he could only leave it to Du Ming and Wu Qi. But at this moment, Concealed Light's summons had already appeared. They didn't rush out, but instead surrounded Windward Formation to protect him.
Jiang Botao suddenly realized how troublesome the situation was. At the same time, he also realized that in this game, there were pros and cons to the classes.
For example, Blade Masters and Assassins, these two classes with high attack power, didn't have the threat that they should have in this game. No matter how high your attack power was, were you as sharp as a sandbag that could instantly kill you?
In this battle, the only skills that could pose a threat and force the opponent to be on guard against were crowd control skills.
Warlocks were experts at crowd control. Summoners, on the other hand, were suddenly very troublesome to deal with. His summons would reduce the opponent's movement space, and this was something that the defending side needed to dodge the sandbag.
A Warlock and a Summoner. Jiang Botao discovered that these two professions were simply the most powerful support for a sandbag, a weapon that could kill in one second.
Not good!
Jiang Botao already had this thought in his mind. Even though Du Ming and Wu Qi worked together to kill, forcing Windward Formation to give up on Death's Door, they were immediately surrounded by the summons.
Kill kill kill!
Sword and dagger danced in the air. Du Ming seemed to realize that this situation was very bad, so he directly used the high-level skill Formless Phantom Blade. Sword light flashed, quickly reaping the lives of the summons. Concealed Light was still casting, completely ignoring the mana consumption and the cooldowns of his skills. This wasn't a normal battle. As the Happy side, they had an instant kill weapon. All they needed to do was create a sure-hit opportunity and they would be able to kill the opponent.
Using Formless Phantom Blade in this situation?
This decision was too hasty!
For a high-level skill like Formless Phantom Blade, the stun at the end of the skill was a huge opening. In this game, for the defending side, this was a fatal opening!
The skill had already been used. Jiang Botao didn't have time to warn him. He could only watch as Moon Luring Frost freely slashed and killed. Then, after the final slash killed a summon, Moon Luring Frost entered the end stun state.
At this moment, the sandbag flew out. Even though Jiang Botao had seen this coming, he had no way of stopping it. As for Wu Qi? Wu Qi also couldn't do anything because Windward Formation was keeping him busy. The crowd control skills of a Warlock couldn't be ignored in this game.
Pa, the sandbag easily hit Moon Luring Frost. Everyone could only watch helplessly, but there was nothing they could do.
With Moon Luring Frost out of the picture, Concealed Light's army of summons surged forward and began to surround Wu Qi's Cruel Silence. The sandbag that fell to the ground was picked up by him and quickly passed to Baozi's Invader.
Happy's arrangement was completely understood by Jiang Botao. The Warlock had crowd control skills, the Summoner had summons, and the Brawler had sandbags. These three characters were all extremely threatening. This was something that Samsara's three-player team didn't have. Baozi dared to use his body to block an Earthquake Sword, but if the other side's Warlock used a Bind or Control Skill, how could he dare to take it head on?
The threat Happy's three-player team posed was something that Samsara's three-player team couldn't do. If they really did as Baozi said and fought for real, Samsara might have the upper hand. However, in this game, Jiang Botao felt powerless against Happy's offense.
Cruel Silence was surrounded by summons and then controlled by Windward Formation. Jiang Botao was being closed in on by Baozi, so he couldn't go up to help. Seeing that their target was controlled, Baozi's Invader decisively threw the sandbag in his hands. Under Windward Formation's control, Cruel Silence opened up his chest and let the sandbag hit him.
Samsara's two players had been eliminated. Happy's offense wasn't as fast and powerful as Samsara's, but it made people feel powerless.
Jiang Botao looked at the time. He didn't have much hope for victory.
"Aren't you going to fight for real?" He said with a smile, copying Baozi from last round.
"Sure!" Baozi jumped out.
"Mm, Baozi, give me the sandbag. Let's go!" Wei Chen said.
Jiang Botao's heart thumped. Why did he feel that this arrangement wasn't very reliable?
"Don't worry!" Wei Chen said, "I'll definitely ambush you."
Jiang Botao was speechless. This guy had even said it out loud.
Baozi's Invader rushed up and clashed with Jiang Botao's Spellblade. Wei Chen kept his word. Windward Formation constantly harassed him. When there was no time to dodge, the sandbag flew over along with a skill.
"Okay, go!" Wei Chen said. The sandbag hit, and Jiang Botao's Empty Waves was eliminated.
In the end, in a comparison of time, Happy won in the shortest amount of time.
"Samsara's winning streak has finally been stopped!" Wei Chen said proudly.
"Senior, you're really …" Jiang Botao smiled bitterly. He was very good at communicating with others, but at this moment, he couldn't find the right words to say.
Hot-Blooded Dodgeball ended. The four winning teams drew lots again and found their opponents. Just as Jiang Botao knew, in this game, Happy's class combination gave him a huge advantage. The other two pro teams, Micrograss and Miracle, couldn't compare. Happy easily won two more rounds, becoming the final victor of this Hot-Blooded Dodgeball.
"Champions!" Wei Chen announced loudly.
"Is there a trophy?" Baozi asked the host excitedly.
"This … I don't think so …" The host sweated. It was just a game. Why would there be a trophy?
"If there's no trophy, then what about a medal?" Baozi asked.
"There's no trophy either …"
"A certificate?" Baozi was still asking.
"Uh, that … Thank you to the nine audience members. Thank you to the fifteen players from the five teams for giving us such a wonderful performance. Thank you!" The host took the lead and clapped. Happy quickly got off the stage.
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