Group arena, deciding round.
Even though Han Wenqing had cleanly taken care of Qiao Yifan in the last round, under those circumstances, it was impossible for his Desert Dust to come out unscathed. Right now, Desert Dust still had 81% of his health.
Wei Chen's Windward Formation was full of energy, but how many people would favor this old general just because of this small advantage? Let alone Tyranny's fans and neutral fans, even Happy's fans felt uneasy. Some of them were even confused by Happy's arrangements. Looking at Happy's group arena as a whole, the fourth position was a Phantom Demon who wasn't very good at 1v1, and the fifth position was the old general Wei Chen. Could it be that Happy didn't want to arrange for a fierce general to close out the stage?
Or could it be that the third position player, Fang Rui, was being used as a general by them? Were they trying to end the battle with a 3v5?
No matter which possibility it was, it didn't seem logical.
Pan Lin and Li Yibo discussed this issue, and the match officially began.
How would the old general Wei Chen deal with this deciding round? Right now, everyone was curious about Wei Chen. Then, they saw Wei Chen make his move.
His character didn't move, but trash talk started.
"I say, Little Han, you're a bit unreasonable. How could you tear apart the map like this?" Wei Chen said in the chat.
Little Han …
Everyone felt a surge of coldness.
In terms of rewards, they were all first-generation players. No one was more senior than the other. But in terms of age, Wei Chen was indeed worthy of being called Little Han. But the problem was, Han Wenqing, Little Han … why did it feel wrong? This kind of affectionate and caring way of addressing him, when used by Tyranny, the captain of the team for ten years, really tore it apart.
How would Han Wenqing respond?
Everyone's attention immediately shifted to the players' chat.
Han Wenqing didn't reply. It looked like he didn't want to pay attention to this kind of trash talk. Desert Dust had already charged out, straight as a ramrod.
Wei Chen's Windward Formation followed suit. Just moving made him look extremely tired. He wasn't on the same level as Desert Dust's high-spirited and high-spirited.
"How are they going to fight like this?" Countless people felt that the outcome of the battle was already decided based on the spirit of both parties.
Soon, in front and behind the ancient castle.
The interior had been demolished into ruins, but the exterior was still the same. The front and back doors were still intact. Han Wenqing's Lone Desert Smoke entered through the back door. In front of him was a pile of rubble, and Lone Desert Smoke walked through it like it was flat ground.
Because of the destruction, the room was much wider, but Han Wenqing still hadn't found Windward Formation.
"You didn't take the middle lane again?" Han Wenqing naturally had to consider his opponent's judgment and actions. The home field advantage of the ancient castle was naturally the interior structure. Now that it had been demolished, that advantage was gone, so it wasn't too surprising that Wei Chen would abandon this battlefield and choose another player.
After Desert Dust entered through the back door, he passed through the first floor of the ancient castle and arrived at the front door. He looked around calmly.
But Tyranny's fans felt their hearts rise to their throats with this calmness.
Windward Formation hadn't gone anywhere else!
He had still come to the ancient castle. It was just that he had gone around the back door. Right now, he was cowardly looking through a floor-to-ceiling window at the back of the ancient castle.
The view from the first floor was much wider, but it wasn't as boundless as the grassy plains. All sorts of broken walls and debris still blocked a lot of his view.
From Windward Formation's current position, he couldn't see Desert Dust, who was standing outside the entrance.
As a result, he changed his position and continued to peek. Tyranny's fans and Tyranny's fans wanted nothing more than to rush up and tell Han Wenqing that guy was sneaking around behind you!
After changing positions, Wei Chen finally saw Han Wenqing's Desert Dust. He was standing outside the door, looking around. It seemed like he was going to leave?
Bang bang bang!
Wei Chen immediately had Windward Formation swing his staff and hit the windowsill a few times. Even if he was a Warlock, he could still wave his weapon and attack with a normal attack!
It wasn't clear what material Death's Hand was made of. When it hit the stone windowsill, the sound was unpleasant to hear.
Wei Chen was afraid that Han Wenqing couldn't hear him, so he hit the windowsill again.
"Over here!" He was still yelling in the chat.
Lone Desert Smoke turned around and looked at the other side.
Wei Chen was very satisfied: "Do you see it?"
Han Wenqing didn't answer, but Desert Dust was already charging at him with unwavering determination.
Windward Formation immediately shrunk his neck. Left? Right? The audience knew, but Han Wenqing didn't. Windward Formation shrunk his neck and walked a few units away. He found another window, and then he peeked inside.
Han Wenqing's movements were really fast. Desert Dust was already in front of the window. It looked like he was going to break the window and rush out.
"What a troublemaker!" Wei Chen muttered. Windward Formation's Death's Hand was raised. The power of the curse flickered, and he had already begun casting.
He was preparing a sneak attack. Everyone expected this. Han Wenqing was such an experienced player. How could he not be aware?
Bang, the window broke. Windward Formation instinctively raised his Death's Hand, but … the window broke, but no one jumped out.
Desert Dust broke the window and then moved sideways. After a few steps, another window appeared.
Bang, it broke again, but there was still no one.
"This little trick is really boring. I'm not playing with you anymore." Wei Chen said in the chat. Windward Formation turned around and left. He really did leave.
Bang! Bang!
Han Wenqing really did become a house demolisher today. Desert Dust broke another two windows. The fourth time, his character directly rushed out.
Left! Right!
His camera quickly turned to the two sides.
No one …
After Wei Chen said those words, he really did have Windward Formation leave. After messing around for a while, he actually gave up on the sneak attack.
As a result, two more windows were broken for no reason. In the end, Desert Dust fiercely charged out. It looked a bit comical. Comical.
When had the word comical ever appeared on Han Wenqing?
"Are you tired of living!!" Tyranny's loyal fans roared. They were very unhappy with Wei Chen for toying with their captain.
As for Wei Chen? Right now, he was controlling Windward Formation to climb up the side of the ancient castle. As he climbed, he would look down from time to time to see if Desert Dust was coming. He looked very panicked.
Sure enough, Desert Dust was quickly coming!
After breaking the window, there was no one left or right. Why would Han Wenqing hesitate? He chose a direction and chased after it.
Tyranny's fans were originally worried that their captain would forget to look up, but reality proved that Han Wenqing wasn't as careless as they thought. The first thing he did after turning the corner was to look up.
He immediately saw the panicked Windward Formation. Wei Chen, who was constantly looking down, also saw Desert Dust.
Windward Formation's movements immediately sped up, but he seemed even more panicked.
Han Wenqing saw that his opponent was right in front of him, but he couldn't directly attack. No Striker class had a shorter attack range than Strikers. Blade Masters and Berserkers could even use the length of their swords to extend their attack range. However, for Strikers, their arms and legs were the limit of their attack range.
Chase!
Han Wenqing obviously wasn't careless. He quickly scanned the side of the ancient castle and quickly found a place to climb. Desert Dust dashed up, stepped, jumped, borrowed momentum, rose and fell …
This wasn't a terrain Han Wenqing had deliberately practiced climbing, but with ten years of Glory experience, how could his adaptability be estimated with common sense? His speed of climbing seemed to be much faster than the panicked Windward Formation.
"Heh heh." Wei Chen suddenly laughed. Windward Formation actually didn't jump up. Instead, he pointed down with Death's Hand and began casting.
Even though Desert Dust was fast, there was still some distance between them. It seemed impossible for him to rush up and interrupt Windward Formation's cast.
But seeing Windward Formation's cast, Desert Dust paused for a moment and waved his hand.
Qi Bullet!
A low-leveled Qi Master skill was thrown out.
Strikers didn't have any long-ranged attacks. This was undoubtedly a big weakness, so almost all of them would learn a mid-ranged skill like Qi Bullet. Even though it didn't deal much damage, it could at least interrupt cast attacks. For example, right now, the Qi Bullet was flying towards Windward Formation. If he dodged, he wouldn't be able to continue casting.
But Windward Formation didn't move.
"Heh heh." Wei Chen even laughed.
Pa.
The qi blossomed on his body, but the curse from Death's Hand was released at the same time.
Was it really at the same time?
Of course not.
Since the cast could be completed, it meant that the Qi Bullet was still slightly weaker. It was just that it was barely noticeable, but the system still made this judgment.
Cast complete!
But Wei Chen didn't have time to dodge. Fortunately, it was only a Qi Bullet. The damage wasn't high and the impact wasn't much. Windward Formation didn't even sway.
But the skill he wanted to use had been used.
Chaotic Rain!
Using this skill in this situation was too disgusting. Desert Dust, who was currently climbing, didn't have any space to dodge.
Fortunately, he couldn't dodge, but he could.
Han Wenqing found a place with cover. For the time being, he gave up on chasing and had Desert Dust jump over there!
As the Chaotic Rain continued to fall, Desert Dust managed to hide under the cover of the rain.
"Beautiful!" Wei Chen actually praised his opponent. Windward Formation didn't go up, but instead jumped down.
After this jump, half of Desert Dust's body was exposed to him.
The light of the curse once again floated up from Death's Hand.
Ghost Bind!
First, it was this skill.
Desert Dust had nowhere to dodge. If he jumped out now, he would only be drenched by Chaotic Rain. If that happened, the situation would be even worse.
The ferocious tiger … had actually been trapped. It was trapped in the middle of nowhere. The curse flew over and struck its target!
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