"Qiao Yifan against Song Qiying. This can also be considered a match between rookies, right?" Pan Lin said as he watched Qiao Yifan walk onto the stage.
"Pretty much!" Li Yibo nodded his head.
Qiao Yifan was no longer a nobody. He was an outstanding player who had fiercely charged into the public eye along with the dark horse that was Happy. His past had already been dug up by others, and Micrograss haters like Zuo Chenrui, who had a certain amount of authority, had used Qiao Yifan as an example many times, ridiculing Micrograss for being blind and letting go of such a great talent.
Qiao Yifan's performance was eye-catching. Many people even felt sorry for him: this was clearly his debut season on the pro stage, but because he had been registered as a player at Micrograss, he couldn't be considered a rookie, so he couldn't compete for Best Rookie.
Otherwise … …
Many people liked to talk about these "ifs," but Qiao Yifan himself never cared about these "ifs." He was very satisfied with Happy's current situation, extremely satisfied.
He had changed classes and become a Phantom Demon. Happy had a steady chance to appear on stage. Even in the 1v1 matches, which weren't very suitable for Phantom Demons, he would often get a chance. This sort of valuable fulfillment was something he had never experienced in his one year at Micrograss.
He was valued. Many teams even contacted him in private, trying to poach him.
Qiao Yifan rejected them all without hesitation. No matter what team, no matter what promise, he wouldn't be moved. Because he would always remember who reached out to him when he needed help the most.
Qiao Yifan didn't resent being ignored, but he would do anything to be valued.
He hoped to stay here, to let Happy carry him, to let him realize all of his dreams.
His dreams had come true too quickly.
Qiao Yifan's past experience taught him not to bite off more than he could chew. On the contrary, he would be extremely careful. His original plan was to start anew with Happy, one step at a time, and become a pro player again.
Yes, his original goal was that low. He just didn't want to give up on Glory. He wanted to continue being a pro player, that's all.
But now, he was standing on the stage of the playoffs, and he had successfully made it through the first round with his team.
His dream was realized too quickly, so quickly that Qiao Yifan was at a loss. What should I aim for now? Champion?
Wasn't this just a joke?
When reality appeared before his eyes, Qiao Yifan felt a little dizzy. Happy seniors always talked about being the champion or something, but Qiao Yifan always thought that this was a kind of encouragement for everyone, even though this kind of encouragement was a little unconstrained! However, the seniors of the Xing family loved to joke around!
So it wasn't a joke.
It turned out that his self-confidence was still far from enough!
It turned out that they really had the ability to fight for the championship!
As the playoffs approached day by day, Qiao Yifan was already scrambling to adjust his state of mind.
Because he realized that Happy was really going to charge towards the single-plank bridge that would lead him to the championship.
Apart from being at a loss, Qiao Yifan was also excited.
He needed to work harder so that he would not become a burden to the championship. He warned himself again and again.
And now, he was going to stand on the stage alone, paving the way for Happy's journey.
Qiao Yifan took a deep breath and walked onto the stage. He couldn't help but look back at his team's player benches. Their captain, Ye Xiu, was raising his arm and giving him a thumbs up.
"You're far more outstanding than you think!"
This was what Ye Xiu had said to him before he went onto the stage.
This wasn't the first time Ye Xiu had said this to him. Every time, that firm tone filled Qiao Yifan with fighting spirit and confidence.
He couldn't let down his seniors and the team's expectations.
Qiao Yifan turned his head and walked into the player booth. He swiped his card and loaded the map. Everything from the opening seemed to be the same. Two characters, front and back of the castle.
Song Qiying's actions were exactly the same as the previous round. He chose the same route, which made him even more skilled and efficient in his search. He went through the rooms one by one.
As for Qiao Yifan, he entered the castle through the main entrance. He didn't make any unexpected movements and began to go through the rooms one by one.
But One Inch Ash moved much faster than Song Qiying's River Sunset. He seemed to have a very strong goal in mind, as if he wanted to reach a certain place as quickly as possible.
The main entrance of the castle was the main hall. Then, there were various corridors to the left and right, interspersed with rooms for various purposes. There were a total of 17 rooms.
Qiao Yifan's One Inch Ash passed through two corridors and four rooms. As if he had reached a place that he was satisfied with, One Inch Ash stopped moving quickly.
Then, he turned around and slashed down the door he had just entered.
And then, in front, to the right …
The doors on all three walls of this room were torn down by One Inch Ash. One Inch Ash leaned against the wall, sword in hand, motionless.
"Is … this considered camping?" Pan Lin asked.
Li Yibo furrowed his brows.
It could be considered camping, but it was different from the usual sense. Qiao Yifan had One Inch Ash hack down the door. His movements were very big, and he didn't try to hide it at all. The castle didn't have a cubicle system. Song Qiying, who had been searching, had clearly heard the commotion, and it had been three times in a row.
Qiao Yifan was camping, but he had also sent out a signal to bait the opponent.
But wasn't this signal a bit too simple? With Song Qiying's cautious personality, why would he charge in so rashly?
Song Qiying wouldn't act rashly, but he wouldn't ignore it either. Retreating wasn't Team Tyranny's style and temperament. River Sunset followed the sound and rushed over.
Boom!
River Sunset also broke through the door and charged into the room to the right of One Inch Ash's room. Broken pieces of the door flew everywhere. Song Qiying quickly looked around and saw the situation inside the room. Song Qiying didn't see anyone, but he saw the door that was lying on the ground.
His gaze immediately swept across the room. Qiao Yifan's One Inch Ash was silently moving towards the door, but after a few steps, he stopped moving. His sword was raised to his chest, ready to strike at any moment.
The sword was called Snow Stripe. Within the purple light, there was a line of white. It swayed with One Inch Ash's body.
River Sunset's footsteps became slower and slower. When he got close to the door, he was almost about to stop.
The two were clearly young players of the new generation, but in this match, they were playing as cautiously as veterans. The audience in the stadium was so nervous that they almost couldn't breathe. This sort of wall separation had happened before in the match between Ye Xiu and Zhang Jiale. But this time, the door had already been sent flying. The two characters were only one step away from each other. It seemed like a fight could break out at any moment.
One Inch Ash raised his tachi, Snow Stripe. He seemed to have sensed that Song Qiying's River Sunset was right next to the door. The blade began to glow, and the line of white was exceptionally clear against the light.
One Inch Ash had already begun casting, preparing to set down a Ghost Boundary.
As for River Sunset? He seemed to hesitate in front of the door, and then suddenly retreated.
The audience didn't understand, but after the previous match, Tyranny's diehard fans wouldn't question Song Qiying's actions. They believed that Song Qiying was a true Tyranny's man. So, no matter what he did, it wouldn't be considered cowardice. Tyranny's man was just that straightforward.
He retreated two steps, moved to the side, and punched.
Pa!
His fist smashed into the wall. Everyone cried out in surprise. They thought that the match between Fang Rui and Zhang Jiale was about to happen again. The wall was already loose, and one punch would break it.
The television broadcast also hurriedly zoomed in on a specific point. Then, the skin on the wall began to peel off.
Where was the wall? It didn't budge …
Then, a second punch. Pa! Another punch.
One punch, then another, then another.
River Sunset's fists continuously smashed into the wall. These were all normal attacks. They didn't consume any mana, and the power of these attacks was pitifully low. Who knew how many punches it would take to break through the wall. But Song Qiying didn't care. He just had River Sunset punch after punch at the wall.
After a few punches, he changed his position and continued to punch at the wall.
Everyone could see what he was trying to do.
Didn't Qiao Yifan take down the three doors? Song Qiying, on the other hand, was preparing to tear down the wall.
It was a bold idea, but it was a bit clumsy to implement. He only used normal attacks, punch after punch.
If the opponent was on the other side of the wall, he would definitely hear this, but Song Qiying didn't care. He had made up his mind and was going to carry it out.
One Inch Ash's tachi, Snow Stripe, glowed with the light of the Demon God.
Pa, pa, pa, pa …
The sound of punches hitting the wall next door clearly traveled to his ears.
Qiao Yifan quickly realized Song Qiying's intentions, and was momentarily stunned.
His opponent actually wanted to break through the wall. This cautious boldness was completely out of Qiao Yifan's expectations.
Go around, or stay behind?
Now, there were only these two choices. One Inch Ash leaned against the wall, feeling the vibrations from the punches.
I'm not leaving!
Qiao Yifan finally made up his mind.
Even if his opponent used such a clumsy method to eliminate any hidden dangers, Qiao Yifan still believed that staying behind would be advantageous for him.
Happy's players all knew the wall's ability to take damage, because this was their home game and the map they had chosen.
And they also had a certain understanding of their opponent. They had a rough idea of Song Qiying's River Sunset's attack power.
Then, how many punches would it take for River Sunset to destroy the wall? Qiao Yifan felt like he could make a rough estimate.
The sooner the better, the better. If necessary, he would be the one to destroy the wall. It was also possible for him to take the initiative to attack.
One Inch Ash no longer stuck to the wall. He retreated a few steps, but his blade was still pointed at the wall.
I'm not leaving. I'm going to fight Song Qiying here! Everyone could see his attitude.
Pa, pa, pa, pa …
Only the sound of fists hitting the wall echoed.
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