"What is Han Wenqing doing?" The audience had seen all of Desert Dust's actions. They weren't stupid enough to not understand his intentions. This question was a type of exclamation. Even Pan Lin shouted this in the broadcast.
Boom boom boom!
Weak spots in the walls continued to be blasted open. Soon, two walls were full of holes.
Was this the castle shaking?
Hearing the continuous sounds, Qiao Yifan didn't know if it was his imagination or if it was real, but he felt like the walls were shaking, as if they couldn't hold up under the weight of the ceiling. The ceiling also seemed to be sinking bit by bit, as if it had lost its support.
If this continued, it really would collapse!
Qiao Yifan didn't care if it was his imagination or not. In the end, he came to a certain conclusion.
He couldn't continue to defend this place. Tyranny's old Striker was much more vicious than their new Striker.
Qiao Yifan could only take the initiative to attack. He was very familiar with the structure of the rooms in this area. Han Wenqing's Desert Dust was destroying the walls in this area.
Listen, find the location.
Qiao Yifan guessed where Desert Dust was and immediately had One Inch Ash rush over.
Because of his familiarity, he predicted where Han Wenqing was going to destroy the walls, so Qiao Yifan decided to ambush him there.
Lowering his body, One Inch Ash smoothly arrived at the bottom of the wall. Qiao Yifan stood still and began to count the sounds.
The sounds came closer and closer. Dust began to fall from above. Qiao Yifan looked up. This time, he was sure that the ceiling really was shaking. It really was on the verge of collapsing.
Qiao Yifan didn't move.
Desert Dust was already nearby. If he moved, he would only be exposed.
Pa pa!
Two punches rang out clearly. It didn't even come from the air, but from the walls. Desert Dust finally smashed into the wall that One Inch Ash was hiding in.
Boom!
The third punch, the wall broke. One Inch Ash leaned against the wall and didn't move. From his perspective, he could see Desert Dust retract his fist.
Pa pa pa, he was smashing the same wall again. Han Wenqing was specifically looking for the weak points on the wall, so the wall that he had blasted had not collapsed completely yet. However, after connecting them together, it was obvious that they were unable to withstand the force.
Boom!
Another hole appeared right next to One Inch Ash. Qiao Yifan could even clearly see Desert Dust's knuckles, wrapped in his famous Silver glove, Flaming Red Fists.
It was the color of fire. Qiao Yifan seemed to be able to feel the heat of that fist, which contained an unparalleled fighting spirit and killing intent.
Pa!
Desert Dust punched the wall for the third time.
It wasn't where One Inch Ash was. Qiao Yifan's judgment was very clear. Of course, he would choose a place with a solid wall, which was exactly where Han Wenqing would not choose.
One Inch Ash slowly unsheathed his blade, and light slowly rose from it.
Boom!
Another hole appeared, but Qiao Yifan remained unmoved. His gaze was locked on the corridor in front of him, where Desert Dust was about to appear.
But at this moment, the wall behind him began to tremble violently and began to deform.
It can't be, right?!
Qiao Yifan looked up. The rooftop above him was already beginning to collapse.
Was it the limit?
The answer was obvious. Han Wenqing immediately noticed this.
Pa!
Another punch. This time, he didn't choose any weak spots. He just punched the wall, using his attacks to increase the trembling and deforming of the wall. He wanted to catalyze the collapse of this wall.
With just one punch, that half of the wall had already collapsed. Clearly, in order to accelerate, this punch was no longer a normal attack, but an even more powerful skill. In this dangerous situation, it created a lot of damage.
With this half of the wall collapsing, One Inch Ash was exposed. The limit had finally been broken. Without needing Desert Dust to catalyze it, the ceiling above him fell down with a boom.
Qiao Yifan hurriedly had One Inch Ash try to move, but Desert Dust dashed over like an arrow, right below the falling ceiling.
Boom!
The ceiling fell to the ground. Dust flew everywhere. Desert Dust rolled one last time. Using this low movement, he finally left the falling ceiling behind him. When he bounced up, his fist met One Inch Ash's blade.
Collapsing Fist!
The fist put power behind it. A Ghostblade's slash had no priority against a Striker's fist. This punch sent One Inch Ash and his blade flying.
His feet didn't stop moving. He immediately stepped forward to catch up.
The surrounding walls were collapsing. The ceiling was falling. Han Wenqing ignored all of this. In the shaking, Desert Dust charged straight ahead.
Boom boom boom!
The sound of walls collapsing and falling could be heard everywhere. Dust flew in all directions, almost covering everything. Two figures were fighting in this earthquake-like disaster.
The entire floor really did collapse. There were even some places that Desert Dust had not hit, but because of the fragility left over from the previous battle, they fell like dominoes as the other parts of the battlefield collapsed.
Ruins. A huge pile of ruins.
The walls collapsed. The ceiling fell. Countless furnishings on the second floor, and even the walls, fell down with it. The audience had already completely forgotten about the battle between the two. They only looked at the ancient castle, wondering if it would collapse because of this.
No. In the end, it didn't.
From the outside, the ancient castle didn't seem to have changed. However, the inside had been turned upside down. The original second floor, after a series of chain reactions, practically no longer existed. The first floor, which was filled with all sorts of things buried in the second floor, was now a pile of ruins.
Boom!
With a muffled sound, a pile of ruins suddenly burst open. A character fell out.
Who was it?
Everyone's gazes immediately followed.
One Inch Ash. It was Qiao Yifan's One Inch Ash! Soon after, Han Wenqing's Desert Dust appeared. He didn't pay attention to the changes around him. In his eyes, there was only the target he wanted to defeat. His fist swung down. The final blow.
Glory!
The system announced the victory. At this moment, Desert Dust's background was truly tragic. Not only was it a pile of ruins, many places were still on the verge of collapse.
The audience didn't know what to say. Home map? Right now, Han Wenqing had taken apart the home field map. This was truly too bold.
Happy fans in the stadium were silent. They listened to the Tyranny fans in the away team stands shout and shout.
Imposing!
This victory was too imposing.
Even the house was destroyed, destroyed together. How satisfying!
Amidst the clamor, Qiao Yifan walked out of Happy's player booth. The fervent Tyranny fans couldn't avoid some unfriendly attacks. In the last round, Qiao Yifan had suppressed Song Qiying to death. Then, what about this round? Han Wenqing gave the Tyranny fans the joy of revenge. And it was a very heroic sense of revenge.
They couldn't be more satisfied!
Tyranny fans were extremely excited. They had probably already forgotten that it wasn't over yet. Happy still had one more player to go on stage!
As a result, amidst their excitement, Happy's fifth player quietly appeared on the big screen, their champion's name.
Wei Chen, Warlock, Windward Formation.
"It's Wei Chen!" Pan Lin's voice was full of surprise. This was an arrangement that many people hadn't expected.
Wei Chen, Team Blue Rain's former captain, Wei Chen. In the first round of the team competition against Blue Rain, he had used his tenacious and tenacious performance to help Happy lay the foundation for his strategy.
He had fought very hard, but this was also what he was most worthy of respect for. Everyone could see that even though this player still had his consciousness, his reaction speed and mechanics couldn't keep up.
Wei Chen wasn't competing against Blue Rain. He was clearly competing against the merciless passage of time.
To be able to perform like that once could be considered a miracle. Perhaps it was because this was their home game and they were facing Team Blue Rain, a team he should be familiar with, that Wei Chen was able to perform like a withered tree receiving a new lease of life.
When the match against Blue Rain ended, everyone thought that Wei Chen's contributions had already ended. He was just a surprise attack against Blue Rain.
But now, facing Tyranny, in the first round of the group arena, Wei Chen was actually going on stage as the champion of the group arena?
How surprising. But Wei Chen had already gotten up. He proudly waved at the home fans and walked onto the stage.
On the way, he met Qiao Yifan.
"You must be scared!" Wei Chen smiled at Qiao Yifan.
Qiao Yifan stared blankly. What kind of statement was this? How was he supposed to respond?
"Watch this senior." Wei Chen patted Qiao Yifan's head. After messing up his hairstyle, he walked onto the stage with satisfaction.
"Happy's last player is actually Wei Chen. This … what's the meaning of this?" Pan Lin asked Li Yibo for guidance.
"Probably … this map … Wei Chen is especially good at and confident in it …" Li Yibo answered reluctantly.
It was a lucky hit.
Wei Chen had originally thought that his journey in the playoffs would be more or less complete after the match against Blue Rain. But when Happy finally chose this map for the group arena match against Tyranny, Wei Chen had a premonition.
He was familiar with this map, and he was even more familiar with the castle in this map. Because of the constantly changing scenes in an indoor battle, the pace couldn't be fast even if he wanted to. For a veteran like him who was a slow player, it was a natural match.
This map, he could fight!
Wei Chen had already prepared to volunteer, but he saw Ye Xiu looking at him.
Everything was said without words. Wei Chen once again got the chance to go on stage.
But now … Wei Chen, who had walked onto the stage, smiled bitterly.
The thing he relied on had already been ruined beyond recognition by Han Wenqing. While sitting below the stage, Wei Chen had already cursed Han Wenqing more than 180 times.
Happy's victory in the group arena rested on him, but he had lost the thing he wanted to use to his advantage.
Fight against Han Wenqing head on?
Wei Chen's liver trembled. How could the current him tame that fierce tiger? Even if that fierce tiger was showing signs of old age, he was already buried in the ground, but he still crawled out and struggled!
You're already like this, and you still want to give this senior a difficult problem! Wei Chen kept muttering to himself. Until the referee called out to him, indicating for him to quickly enter the player booth.
Then let's go!
Wei Chen gritted his teeth and entered the player booth.
Han Wenqing? After so many years, let this old man experience your tiger-like aura again!
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