Advancing and retreating with each skill, Mo Fan had managed to adjust such a complicated rhythm after that. Liang Fang's reckless selling of health was completely out of place. By the time he realized it, he was already at a disadvantage.
He lost.
In the individual competition, Happy ended up with a score of 3-0. The entire stadium was speechless.
"Hahaha, Happy's performance today was pretty good!" Li Yibo said.
"Could it be that he's going to sweep his opponents again?" Pan Lin said.
Ruan Cheng's heart was beating wildly. If Happy really did beat Micrograss in their away game, he would feel like a naked corpse being whipped.
What are you bastards doing!?
Ruan Cheng was a hundred times more anxious than Micrograss's boss.
"Happy, Su Mucheng didn't go up this round. Is he saving her for the group arena?" Li Yibo said.
"Fang Rui, Su Mucheng, Tang Rou? Happy's lineup for this group arena is very strong! "Pan Lin said.
"In the eighth round, Happy relied on Tang Rou to defeat two of Micrograss' defenders and directly faced Wang Jiexi!" Li Yibo said, "It's just a pity that the two players after Tang Rou didn't perform well enough. Wang Jiexi successfully defended the group arena and completed a beautiful 1v3."
"However, after that round, Tang Rou no longer played the number one position in the group arena and switched to the number three position," Pan Lin sighed.
After saying this, the two glanced at Ruan Cheng.
In the end, when Ruan Cheng heard the two say that Happy's lineup for today's group arena was abnormally strong, his liver trembled again. He didn't hear the two's words after that.
"I wonder if they'll let Tang Rou play the number one position again today?"
In the end, Ruan Cheng only heard this sentence. Then, the contestants from both sides began to appear on the stage.
Happy, Fang Rui, Su Mucheng, and Tang Rou. As expected, it was a rather strong lineup.
Micrograss sent out Liu Xiaobie, Liu Fei, and Wang Jiexi.
"Tang Rou still hasn't taken the lead!" Pan Lin said.
"Yeah, Fang Rui and Tang Rou are at the front and back of this arena. Happy hasn't moved in a long time," Li Yibo said.
"The match is about to begin. Let's continue to watch the performances of both teams!" Pan Lin announced. At this time, the players in the first seat of both teams had already swiped their cards to enter the first round of the game.
"Oh, this map … it's quite rare for it to appear in the group arena." After seeing the map load, the commentator and Excellent Era began to discuss. Micrograss's map for the group arena was actually Ye Xiu's signature map of the season: simple and crude. Choosing this map often meant that it was a competition of skill. In the individual competition, it was up to one's personal preference. However, in the group arena, each team had to have three players, so all three of them had to be comfortable with the map. As a result, it was rare to choose such an extreme map. Maps with more variety and variety were more often chosen.
"Choosing this map … will affect Happy's Fang Rui and Su Mucheng, but Tang Rou clearly likes this map as well," Li Yibo said. "As for Micrograss … what do you think, Mr. Ruan?" Sensing that Ruan Cheng had been silent for a long time, Li Yibo kindly threw a question at him.
"Ah … if it's Micrograss, it shouldn't be a problem, right?" Ruan Cheng said.
What was he saying?
Li Yibo was dumbstruck and glanced at Pan Lin. Pan Lin was also very helpless. This Ruan Cheng's mental fortitude was really too bad! No matter if you're praising or criticizing, at least persevere! Even if you're stubborn, it's still better than being distracted after a 3-0 in the individual competition, right?
Ruan Cheng's answer was irrelevant, so Pan Lin and Li Yibo could only ask without asking. On the field, because it was a simple and crude map, there was no need to play any tricks. The two characters met and began to fight.
Swish swish swish swish!
Flying Sword's sword was as fast as lightning.
Liu Xiaobie had been a bit depressed this season. He had originally thought that with his continuous hard work and improvement, he would be able to become an All-Star this season. In the end, Happy and Excellent Era's players returned en masse. This year's competition for an All-Star spot suddenly became very tense. Unfortunately, Liu Xiaobie was once again unable to make the cut.
Swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh!
Liu Xiaobie vented all of his depression through his mechanics. Flying Sword's attacks were very fast, but his rhythm was perfect. This kind of skill was definitely enough to make him an All-Star. Unfortunately, All-Stars weren't something that could be decided by skill alone.
On the other side, Liu Xiaobie's opponent, Fang Rui, was the opposite of Liu Xiaobie's situation. Liu Xiaobie couldn't make it into the All-Stars no matter what. As for him, he had made it into the All-Stars many times before failing this season.
And he didn't care much about not being able to make it into the All-Stars. In an interview with a certain media outlet, he even said that he had made it into the All-Stars all the time.
In Liu Xiaobie's eyes, this kind of attitude was too much. Many people also thought that Fang Rui was being unreasonable.
Perhaps it was a bit of both, but Fang Rui's condition wasn't affected by this at all. That was true. His performance became more and more outstanding as he integrated into the Qi Master style. His opponent, on the other hand, was still unable to keep up with his change in style.
However, in this match, Liu Xiaobie didn't fall into such a passive state. This was because he attacked from the start, using explosive hand speed.
As a result, the final match was a bit similar to the match between Liang Fang and Mo Fan. Both of them used offense to prevent the opponent from having the rhythm they liked.
However, compared to Liang Fang's constant switching, Liu Xiaobie's offense seemed to have less to worry about. In Liang Fang's match, his success came from switching, and in the end, his defeat also came from switching.
"This kid's mechanics are getting crazier and crazier," Wei Chen sighed as he watched Liu Xiaobie squander his hand speed. His voice was filled with jealousy.
"The key is that not only is he fast, but he's also very stable. Everything is within his control," Ye Xiu said.
"Fang Rui's match is a bit troublesome," Wei Chen said.
"Yeah, the terrain isn't good for him," Ye Xiu said.
Ye Xiu had relied on this terrain to bully countless opponents. He obviously knew what kind of foundation Liu Xiaobie's current advantage was built on. Of course, he also knew that Fang Rui couldn't use the terrain to his advantage, so it would be very difficult for him to disrupt Liu Xiaobie's rhythm.
Perhaps he could find some openings in the Flying Swords' offense. However, Liu Xiaobie's mechanics were simply too fast. He was so fast that these openings would disappear in the blink of an eye. By the time his opponent tried to do something about it, the openings were already in the past.
Only speed was unbreakable.
These words were quite apt when used on Liu Xiaobie.
"APM, almost 400 …" At this moment, the broadcast showed a close-up of Liu Xiaobie's APM. Because the match was still ongoing, his mechanics were still ongoing. This number wasn't stable. It kept jumping around, but it was always hovering around 400.
Even though the technical statistics weren't smart enough to distinguish whether a player's mechanics were effective or just randomly clicking the keyboard and mouse, in the current situation where the two sides were fighting, there clearly wasn't any careless mechanics. Most of the mechanics were reliable and effective.
In a single-character battle game, even if Glory's mechanics were a bit more complicated, an APM nearing 400 was still a bit shocking. When the live audience also noticed the technical statistics, the entire stadium was filled with gasps of surprise. And these gasps were filled with pride. Liu Xiaobie was their Micrograss player.
For comparison, Fang Rui's APM was quickly listed next to Liu Xiaobie's APM.
289, 290, 291 …
The numbers kept jumping around.
"Fang Rui's APM is also much faster than usual!" Pan Lin said as he held Fang Rui's technical statistics in his hands.
"Of course. With Liu Xiaobie's incredible hand speed, if he didn't increase his speed, he would've been crushed long ago." Li Yibo said.
"But compared to Liu Xiaobie, there's still a difference of 100!" Ruan Cheng followed up.
F * ck!
Pan Lin and Li Yibo looked at Ruan Cheng and cried out in their hearts.
Was this still the lifeless Ruan Cheng who had just finished the individual competition? Looking at his energetic appearance, was Liu Xiaobie a Cleric? Did he heal this guy with an APM nearing 400?
"From the technical statistics, there's a difference in hand speed, but looking at the situation, Fang Rui isn't in a difficult situation." Li Yibo said.
"Hehe, he's not in a difficult situation, but he's a bit passive." Ruan Cheng said.
"Fang Rui's current APM isn't his peak either." Pan Lin continued looking at Fang Rui's technical statistics.
"His current APM is very stable." Li Yibo said as he looked at the APM jumping on the screen. The unit of measurement for APM was the minute. But in a match, the real-time display was in seconds. If the actions performed in a second were enlarged to a minute, how much would it be displayed?
Fang Rui's APM jumped around 290, which meant that his hand speed was very stable.
"If there's a chance, he'll explode." Li Yibo said.
"Then what about Liu Xiaobie? Is this his peak? "Ruan Cheng laughed. He was an expert, after all, and was familiar with many things.
Pan Lin obviously had Liu Xiaobie's technical statistics. After looking at it, he shook his head. "It's not just that … Most of his APM isn't real. Most of it is from his explosive hand speed at the start of the match."
Li Yibo, on the other hand, was focused on the match.
Opportunity. Fang Rui was waiting for an opportunity. He was waiting for an opportunity to make a move and break Liu Xiaobie's rhythm. Otherwise, if this continued, he would lose.
When would the opportunity appear?
Li Yibo didn't have time to discuss with the other two. The pace of this match was so fast that the opportunity would appear in an instant …
It appeared!
Li Yibo's eyes suddenly lit up.
"Machine …"
He only had time to shout one word because his pronunciation wasn't as fast as the two players on the field.
The real-time APM statistics suddenly soared.
Fang Rui, 372!
Breaking out of this predicament depended on this one move.
But …
It didn't break.
Just as Fang Rui's hand speed soared, Liu Xiaobie's APM also rose wildly.
442！
The peak APM of this match finally appeared.
Liu Xiaobie used his intrepid hand speed to forcefully suppress Fang Rui's resistance.
In the end, Micrograss' Liu Xiaobie won the first match of the group arena.
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At night, for some reason, the webpage couldn't be opened. Then, it suddenly opened again … I started browsing as usual. There was still one more chapter to write! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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