Du Ming had recovered, and with the help of his excitement today, his performance was better than usual. But what about Tang Rou? She was just working hard as usual. No matter the time, no matter the opponent, she would not relax.
That one versus three bet she made with the media was over, but in Tang Rou's heart, that one versus three goal had not been achieved yet!
Even though she was now in the position of a defending general, and there were no longer three opponents in front of her for her to complete, Tang Rou had always been aiming to complete this goal, and she was fighting hard with this attitude.
Du Ming's sudden jump from making mistakes to performing better than usual caught Tang Rou off guard. But her mentality did not fluctuate at all.
Victory, give it your all.
No matter when, she would only be like this. No matter if the opponent was weak or strong, no matter if the opponent made a lot of mistakes or performed phenomenally.
Du Ming would even interrupt, thinking that Tang Rou would take his level seriously, but Tang Rou did not have these thoughts in her mind.
Defeat him! That was all she thought. If Du Ming knew that his goddess's attitude towards him was so pure, he would probably be depressed for a long time.
Fortunately, he did not know that. He could very well imagine that his outstanding performance had made his goddess look at him in a different light. But when he said, "The match has just begun," Tang Rou did not even begin. Du Ming thought of this as a new starting point, and as he prepared to regain his winning rhythm, Tang Rou continued her rhythm, and she used every moment to attack.
Du Ming thought that it would not be a big problem to type some words in this situation, but he underestimated Tang Rou's desire to win, and underestimated Tang Rou's focus on the match.
She had no intention of communicating with Du Ming. Du Ming thought that one sentence would not be a problem, but it caused him to lose the initiative.
Tang Rou once again took the initiative to attack. Han Yanrou waved her magic and Dou Qi as she madly charged towards the door of victory.
Du Ming did not expect himself to be at a disadvantage so quickly. Although his condition was very stable this time, and his defense was quite good, Tang Rou's attacks were more compact than before …
The way he struggled was exactly the same as that time …
Du Ming's mind started to wander again. He flew to that All Star Weekend from two years ago, at Samsara's home stadium, and a beautiful new player was lucky enough to have the opportunity to challenge him. Berserk Sword Du Ming didn't want to be so cruel to a beautiful girl, but he didn't expect that the beautiful girl would be so cruel to him, killing him as soon as they met …
Du Ming was anxious. He ignored the rules and challenged her again. He won, so the girl challenged him again. In the end, the girl won again! At that time, Du Ming was so ashamed and agitated that he threw caution to the wind and continued to challenge and challenge and challenge … until he attracted the attention of the great god, Ye Xiu, and destroyed him.
At that time, Du Ming was really hateful! He hated that noob for making him lose face. But now … when he thought back to that past, why did it feel so sweet?
At that time, if Ye Xiu hadn't interfered and continued to fight like that, what would have happened? Du Ming even thought about the storyline.
Boom!
With a muffled sound, a wave of magic gathered in front of Moon-Luring Frost's chest. His defense had been broken!
Crap!
Du Ming realized that he had lost focus again. When faced with this kind of situation, it was hard to control your emotions! Du Ming hastily tried to salvage the situation, but it was already too late. Tang Rou never backed down when she had the upper hand. Wave after wave of attacks came crashing down. Together with her previous strong attacks, they became a complete set of attacks. Moon-Luring Frost trembled under the bombardment of magic, his health draining away bit by bit …
"Next time, I definitely won't lose!!" Du Ming shouted.
"Still shouting … how embarrassing!" Samsara's players didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Du Ming's performance in this match was truly subpar. Fortunately, Samsara still had a huge advantage. What if this was a deciding match? What if this was an important match that determined who would win the championship? This kind of impetuous performance would be the end of the team's hard work.
Du Ming came down from the stage. Samsara's players stopped joking around and looked at him with incomparable seriousness.
Du Ming lowered his head. He obviously knew where his problem was. He had been trying to control himself, but in the end, he had lost focus for some reason.
"I …" Du Ming wanted to reflect, but he was too embarrassed to talk about such personal matters.
"You couldn't play properly. You lost focus," Jiang Botao said.
"Yes," Du Ming nodded his head, unable to refute.
"The captain was very angry. She said that you didn't respect the competition. When the entire team was working hard for victory, you were distracted by other things. If this was the finals, and because of your distraction, we lost the score and the championship, what would you do? "Wu Qi said.
Du Ming raised his head in surprise. "The captain talked so much?"
"Yes, the captain was so angry that she talked too much," Wu Qi said.
Du Ming rolled his eyes. He could tell that this was nonsense. But while the words were nonsense, the logic wasn't. If Samsara lost three consecutive championships because of this, what would they do? Du Ming thought of this and suddenly felt a lingering fear. This really … shouldn't have happened. Du Ming raised his head and looked at the replay of the match. 70% of his performance in this match was trash.
"As someone who has been through this, I know it's difficult, but you have to learn how to handle this kind of thing. No matter what, you can't let this affect your performance onstage, "Samsara's Cleric player, Fang Minghua, said. Most esports players were young. Most of them weren't even 20 years old, and very few were married. And Samsara's Fang Minghua was one of the few married men in the scene.
"I will …" Du Ming nodded his head.
On the stage, the last round of the group arena was about to begin. Samsara's captain, Zhou Zekai, had already entered the player booth. The countdown was about to begin.
"That victory just now came so easily …" On Happy's side, Fang Rui was also discussing the match that had just ended.
"Yeah, that kid from Samsara's condition isn't stable," Ye Xiu said.
"Isn't Du Ming the one who lost two rounds to Little Tang at the All Stars Weekend two years ago? He probably won't be able to stay calm after seeing Little Tang today, hahaha! "Chen Guo laughed.
"Probably!" Ye Xiu nodded his head. Du Ming was having a crush. Happy, who hadn't interacted with him at all, obviously didn't know.
"This match …" Chen Guo looked at the onstage and the progress bars of the two characters. She didn't know what to say.
Although Tang Rou had won, Du Ming had also displayed an outstanding burst of power. Afterwards, when he was in a stable state, he had also done a good job of defending, which had caused Tang Rou to wear down. Han Yanrou had exactly half of her health left. 50%. Her opponent was Glory's number one, Zhou Zekai.
"Can she win?" Chen Guo felt her heart beating. If she could win this match, Tang Rou would definitely become a hero, right? Defeating Zhou Zekai with 50% of her health. No matter how much Happy's fans didn't like her, they would definitely talk about this matter enthusiastically. After all, this was also Happy's glory. If this continued, slowly, everyone's opinion of Tang Rou would change and they would like her again.
Chen Guo felt anticipation in her heart. She had also noticed the reaction of the crowd. They weren't as indifferent as they had been when Tang Rou had first gone onstage. Defeating Du Ming with 50% of her health wasn't enough to build up any confidence, but it gave everyone a faint sense of anticipation. This was because the player on stage wasn't like them. Seeing that she was facing two players, including Zhou Zekai, she didn't lose her fighting spirit.
She didn't give up in the slightest. She was going all out, working hard. She had defeated one, so no one doubted that she would work even harder to defeat the next one. Zhou Zekai, the number one player in Glory, made many players lose some of their confidence before even fighting him. As for losing to Zhou Zekai, they probably all thought it was within expectations.
But on Tang Rou, no one could see the slightest bit of this feeling. She was clearly just a rookie, but she had lost here. Even those people who slandered her couldn't write about it as a mistake. But she herself seemed to be unable to forgive herself. As soon as the match began, she charged forward as if she was rushing towards the gates of victory.
The first to open fire was Cloud Piercer.
A long-ranged class against a close-ranged class, no matter what, would have the upper hand. The first thing the two sides had to contend with was the distance between them. The close-ranged class had to close in, while the long-ranged class had to maintain their distance. This was the contradiction between these two characters. In the beginning, it might seem like the close-ranged class would be beaten badly by the long-ranged class, but as long as the close-ranged class had an opportunity, an opportunity to close in, they might be able to make up for the long-ranged class's previous advantage.
Charge, charge forward! Han Yanrou weaved through the rain of bullets. Sharpshooters were a class that trained their shooting skills to the pinnacle. Compared to the other three classes, they didn't have as many weapons as the other three classes. What they focused on were their guns and their bullets. Most of their skills were based on their various shooting styles.
Rapid shooting, scatter shooting, shooting left and right, connecting the front and the back. Sharpshooters had the most shooting methods and shooting movements. The rain of bullets they created was a real rain of bullets. There weren't too many explosions or smoke. There were only bullets whistling through the air.
Can I get past them?
Han Yanrou pushed forward through what was probably the strongest rain of bullets in the Alliance. Every step she took seemed to be extremely difficult.
Cloud Piercer's health was still intact, while Han Yanrou's health was constantly dropping. But it looked like she was the one with the advantage, because the life and death distance that would determine victory was shrinking, shrinking bit by bit. Her health wasn't going to be wasted.
Charge forward! Destroy him!
Gradually, this thought appeared in everyone's hearts. At this moment, they had already forgotten who their opponent was, forgotten that it was natural to lose to that person.
"Charge!!!" The stadium suddenly erupted with shouts. Han Yanrou had finally reached the end of this life and death distance. She still had 17% health left. She rushed in front of Cloud Piercer.
"Destroy him!!" The Happy fans had long forgotten their previous indifference to Tang Rou. They roared wildly.
Even though Han Yanrou didn't have much health left, when a close-range battle against a long-range battle, if they really closed in, victory could be decided in one hit. The two sides' fighting styles were too different. The difference in strength between the two was too great.
But …
Bang bang bang bang …
Cloud Piercer was still shooting. Even though Han Yanrou was already close to him, he used the Sharpshooter's physical attacks. Just like that, Cloud Piercer clashed with Han Yanrou.
Gun Fu …
This wasn't a playstyle set by the game. It was a playstyle completely invented by the players themselves. It was a very high-end playstyle. In the game, Sharpshooters could only use physical skills. Gun Fu was a playstyle that could only be used by pro players. Because of how difficult it was, it was very difficult to gain the upper hand against a pure melee class using this playstyle. It was probably because Sharpshooters weren't like other long-range classes. Once a melee class caught up with them, they wouldn't be able to parry.
Right now, the one using Gun Fu was Zhou Zekai. Legs, knees, elbows, and bullets … they clashed with Han Yanrou's spear.
It could be seen that even if Zhou Zekai used Gun Fu, he couldn't suppress Tang Rou. After all, this was the role of the class. Gun Fu was very exquisite. It was very fast, very precise. However, it still lacked the valiance of a melee class. Its exquisiteness couldn't suppress the valiance of a melee class.
He might be able to deal decent damage, but his ability to control the opponent was too weak. This was the weakness of Gun Fu.
However, the difference in health between the two characters was too great.
Han Yanrou was at 17% health in melee. Cloud Piercer was at 100% health.
And Zhou Zekai's Gun Fu was indeed a bit better. Cloud Piercer was the Great Gunner, and his equipment was obviously much better than Han Yanrou's.
So even if Zhou Zekai's Gun Fu couldn't suppress Tang Rou's Han Yanrou, just from the exchange of damage, everyone knew that victory belonged to Zhou Zekai.
And in the end, it was indeed so.
Zhou Zekai was using Gun Fu to tank Tang Rou's attacks. Tang Rou could only tank his attacks. At this point, she didn't have a second choice.
In the end, Han Yanrou fell. That tiny bit of hope didn't become reality.
However, it didn't become reality this time. What about next time? What would happen next time?
Cloud Piercer still had 75% health left.
After the melee explosion, Han Yanrou's 17% health had shaved off 25% of Cloud Piercer's health.
What if Han Yanrou had come up at full health? 100% health, after paying 33% to complete melee. How much damage could she have dealt to her opponent with 67% health?
98.5%！ Close to 100%! If Han Yanrou had been at full health, she would have only been 1.5% away from victory. Maybe she could have done it?
Of course, if it had been 100% versus 100%, Zhou Zekai probably wouldn't have kept using Gun Fu to fight. He would probably have looked for an opportunity to pull away. But no matter what, the answer to this arithmetic gave people hope.
With hope came anticipation.
For Tang Rou, they could hope that she could beat Zhou Zekai!
Happy lost the group arena. But when Tang Rou came down from the stage, she heard the long-awaited applause. Applause for her.
Tang Rou smiled.
She could endure any cold treatment. She would continue like this.
However, having support and encouragement was still something that made one feel happy.
"Amazing!" Seeing the change in the atmosphere, Du Ming sighed in admiration. Then, he saw all of his teammates staring at him.
"Gun Fu blew up a Battle Mage. Amazing! Captain, I'm your diehard fan!! "Du Ming shouted at Zhou Zekai.
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