Glory!
The two words flashed on the screen.
No matter what the process was, the match would only have one result: victory.
In this round, victory belonged to Happy Qiao Yifan. A wave of applause rang out in Xiaoshan Stadium.
Song Qiying regretfully walked out of the player booth. The applause in the stadium wasn't for him, but he didn't lower his head. His opponent's performance was outstanding, but he didn't lose any face.
Perhaps it was because he didn't think carefully enough in the beginning.
Song Qiying walked off the stage while reflecting on himself. He couldn't help but think of the scene where River Sunset was hit by the ceiling and lost the initiative.
If it was the vice-captain, he definitely wouldn't have missed that point. Song Qiying looked at a certain person in Tyranny's player booth.
He was a Striker, chosen by Team Tyranny to take over Desert Dust after Han Wenqing retired. The team didn't hide this. Tyranny was a straightforward team, from top to bottom, in every aspect.
Song Qiying wouldn't reject this arrangement. He was proud of it, but he wouldn't hide his inner thoughts. Even though his class was a Striker, and he liked this class a lot, when it came to the style of the players, he liked Tyranny's vice-captain, Zhang Xinjie more.
Cautious, careful, not showing any openings.
This kind of steady style wasn't hot blooded enough in many people's eyes, but Song Qiying felt that it was very cool. Perhaps it was because of his natural temperament.
Team Tyranny didn't have any requirements for him, and he didn't try to make himself look like Zhang Xinjie. But if he followed his own style, everyone in Tyranny thought that he was like a little Zhang Xinjie.
Song Qiying didn't mind this. He didn't try to imitate it. This was his style.
But it wasn't enough!
Reviewing the match, Song Qiying looked for his own shortcomings. At this moment, Tyranny's group arena defender had already stood up.
Han Wenqing. It could only be Han Wenqing. It had to be Han Wenqing.
He could make appropriate concessions, but if he didn't even appear in the group arena during the crucial playoffs, then Tyranny's fans would be very disappointed, and Tyranny's players would be very uneasy.
Ten years as a captain, ten years as a pillar.
In terms of influence on the battle team, Han Wenqing was definitely second to none. Even his nemesis, Ye Xiu, had an unhappy ending in the Excellent Era. Among the newer players, Wang Jiexi was perhaps the one closest to him. His influence in Team Micrograss was like the sun in the sky. But compared to Han Wenqing, he was still inferior.
Han Wenqing used his own spirit and charisma to influence the entire team. It had to be said that Tyranny's current playstyle was because their core and captain had been a player with this playstyle from the very beginning. Thus, this playstyle had continued to this day.
But what about Wang Jiexi and Micrograss? He had changed his own style, integrated into the team, and finally won two championships with the team. In terms of results, his two championships were indeed better than Han Wenqing's one, but in terms of influence on the team, he clearly couldn't compare to Han Wenqing.
And now, this ten years captain stood up from his seat. For the umpteenth time, he had to defend Tyranny's most crucial point.
Tyranny's hardcore fans, who had come from afar, seemed to have been ignited, and cheered wildly. Han Wenqing didn't give in to the expectations of the fans. He straightened his arm and extended his fist towards the away fans.
The cheers grew louder. At this time, Song Qiying had already walked off the stage, and was walking in front of Han Wenqing.
Han Wenqing lowered his fist, and swung it towards him. Song Qiying immediately understood, and straightened his arm.
Fist to fist!
"Captain, you can do it!" Song Qiying cheered loudly.
"Okay." Han Wenqing nodded, and walked towards the stage.
Tyranny was at a disadvantage. After Qiao Yifan defeated Song Qiying, he lost 61% of his health, and still had 39% left.
This advantage was quite obvious. But now that Han Wenqing walked towards the stage, Tyranny's hardcore fans didn't have any worry in their eyes. They only had heroism.
There was always a winner and a loser in a competition. Everyone knew this.
Tyranny's fans didn't have any faith in their victory. Han Wenqing gave them a firm confidence. They firmly believed that as long as this person was here, even if they lost, they wouldn't lose their fighting spirit and confidence. As long as this person was here, they would always lose, but they would never lose!
Tyranny had never been a team that feared defeat. In the early days of the Alliance, they had been eliminated by Team Excellent Era three times in the playoffs. Team Excellent Era and Ye Xiu were known as their nemesis. But so what? In Season 4, in the finals of Glory's highest stage, they fiercely defeated Excellent Era to prove themselves. Some of the older Tyranny fans would never forget that day. That day was the perfect example of Tyranny's character.
Not afraid of failure, always climbing to the top. Tyranny had been led by this man for ten years. Now, he was leading Tyranny to climb to the top once more. He stood on the stage once more.
On the TV commentary, Pan Lin was also narrating all of this with great emotion. His partner, Li Yibo, had been born in Tyranny. After experiencing that era, he couldn't see through the tactics, but he wouldn't forget Tyranny's spirit. This was because he was also a member of Tyranny, a member who had gone crazy with them in that season. Hearing Pan Lin's emotional narration, Li Yibo felt his blood boil. He had the urge to rush onto the stage, grab his mouse and keyboard, and fiercely fight!
"Okay, the match is about to begin. Tyranny's captain for ten years, Han Wenqing, against the Happy newcomer, Qiao Yifan, "Pan Lin said.
Even though Qiao Yifan had been registered in Season 8, because he had only appeared in an official match this season, he was still considered a newcomer.
The opening didn't change. He still headed straight for the manor in the center. Han Wenqing's bravery and decisiveness could be seen from his character's movements. Desert Dust's advance was as straight as a pencil, charging straight ahead.
The front and back of the manor were the same.
Qiao Yifan still had One Inch Ash enter through the front door, and then quickly arrived at the location of the previous battle.
"Qiao Yifan still wants to use this place as a battlefield?" Pan Lin said. After watching the previous match, everyone understood how easy it was for a Phantom Demon to perform in this place. The size of the room, the shape of the surrounding rooms, were all used to their fullest by One Inch Ash.
What was a home field advantage?
It was called that.
The terrain was used to its fullest potential.
Tyranny's players should have seen this from their seats. Han Wenqing was no exception. But now, Qiao Yifan still wanted to use this place as a battlefield. Wasn't this a bit too wishful thinking? Seeing how efficiently he used this area, would Han Wenqing do as he wished and fight him here?
Uh...
Han Wenqing?
Confusion. When they touched upon this name, they suddenly froze.
This seemingly irrational decision, if it had been made by Han Wenqing, would have been easy to accept.
Because he had always been like this. He knew that there were tigers on the mountain, but he still headed straight for it. To others, this was an irrational decision, but he was able to open up the situation in one spurt of energy.
Qiao Yifan once again set up a trap here. Normal players probably wouldn't come, but Han Wenqing might actually force his way in. Qiao Yifan might have calculated his opponent's personality, which was why he made this kind of wishful thinking, right?
As a result, everyone looked towards Han Wenqing's direction. Desert Dust had come from the back door of the manor, and he had done a clean search. In a short moment, he had arrived. This time, Qiao Yifan didn't need to break any doors, so there was no sound to warn Han Wenqing. One Inch Ash simply hid in this room, ready to fight.
Because one wall had collapsed, the two rooms were connected, and looked much more spacious. Qiao Yifan didn't know which side Han Wenqing's Desert Dust would come from. He just had One Inch Ash hide in a corner, trying to set up an ambush from as many directions as possible.
Not long after, Qiao Yifan heard the sound of footsteps.
The footsteps weren't hidden in the slightest. Whatever they stepped on made that sound. Closer and closer, closer and closer.
Pa!
Suddenly, there was another sound, and even One Inch Ash, who was leaning against the wall, felt it tremble.
Qiao Yifan wasn't unfamiliar with this sound. In the last round, Song Qiying's character had made over a hundred and sixty sounds like this.
Han Wenqing's Desert Dust was also pounding the wall?
Qiao Yifan had just thought of this. Pa! The sound of a second punch rang out.
Qiao Yifan had already guessed where the sound was coming from. As he looked over, he heard a boom. The wall he was looking at had a hole in it.
Three punches and a hole?
Of course, this wasn't because Desert Dust's attack damage was heaven-defying, but because the wall he was punching was already weak.
So many battles had occurred, all within the manor. Most of them had occurred on the first floor. The furnishings in the room had already been destroyed to the point that not much was left. The walls had also been damaged in many places during this process. Han Wenqing had clearly only found a place that was heavily damaged and destroyed it with just three punches.
Was he venting?
That was what everyone thought at first!
But soon, they saw Desert Dust and One Inch Ash looking at each other through the hole.
Seeing One Inch Ash's position, Han Wenqing naturally knew what he was thinking. Would he stubbornly go up and fight Qiao Yifan in the terrain he was familiar with?
Snow Stripe in One Inch Ash's hand was already beginning to flicker with light, but Desert Dust glanced at him from the hole and then walked away.
Pa pa pa pa, several more punches, and another hole was punched through the weak wall. Then, he switched positions and punched again …
Wave after wave of sound formed a circle. As Qiao Yifan listened, his expression gradually changed.
Song Qiying had only wanted to tear down one wall. Was Han Wenqing planning to tear down the entire manor?
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