Jump jump jump!
The two characters jumped up and down the walls of the manor. Windward Formation didn't use any skills to stop him from chasing, and Desert Dust didn't use any methods to harass him.
But just this kind of jumping and climbing was enough to stun the players.
The map came from the game, as well as the in-game Arena maps. With such a large player base, there were players who had come to this manor in the game, and there were also players who liked to use this map in the Arena.
However, jumping from the side of the manor to the top was something that players didn't know about.
After this match, Glory players who liked this map would probably start paying attention to this technique of jumping from the side of the castle to the top of the castle. The pro scene was a trend in Glory.
Of the two players on the field, Wei Chen was more familiar with the map, while Han Wenqing was more experienced and adaptable. The two didn't make any mistakes.
But in terms of speed, Han Wenqing's Desert Dust was still a bit faster. This wasn't because Wei Chen wasn't skilled enough, it was because of the difference between the two characters. A Striker's skills were undoubtedly more flexible than a Warlock's. Their mobility and jumping ability were both more outstanding.
But he couldn't catch up, right?
Looking at the distance between the two characters, if the goal was to reach the top, Desert Dust wouldn't be able to catch up to Windward Formation. Then when Windward Formation reached the top, he would definitely attack Desert Dust without any fear, right?
Wei Chen didn't disappoint. He loved to hit someone when they were down.
"Little Han, catch!"
Now that they had successfully reached the top, the panic from before had disappeared, and trash talk had also been revived in the channel with exultation.
Han Wenqing didn't do anything, but Tyranny's hardcore fans were already nervous.
Wei Chen's skill was clearly limited, but when he seized the advantage, it made people feel extremely uneasy. That kind of undisguised wretchedness made people feel both annoyed and afraid.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh …
Windward Formation stood high up. Death's Hand shook, and a Curse Arrow flew out. The Curse Arrow was like a rain of chaos, falling randomly. Taking advantage of the limited landing spots on the wall, there was no room to dodge.
As a result, Desert Dust's arms shook – Reinforced Iron Bones!
After activating Super Armor, Han Wenqing ignored the damage from the Curse Arrows and continued to walk the shortest path as fast as he could.
Wei Chen smiled. Windward Formation continued to wave his staff.
Hexagram Prison!
Suddenly, six pillars of light appeared in the air and descended!
And this skill's prediction wasn't despicable. Wei Chen calculated Han Wenqing's path and predicted where Desert Dust Dust would land. However, the skill wasn't aimed at that spot, but rather ambush the jump.
This made it harder to hit than locking onto the landing spot, but it also made it harder for the opponent to dodge.
Wei Chen's reaction speed and hand speed weren't fast enough, but he was confident in his accuracy as he calmly unleashed his skills.
The pillars of light descended. Desert Dust, who was in midair, looked like he had no way of dodging, but when it looked like he was about to collide, Desert Dust's body dropped rapidly.
Thousand Kilogram Drop!
Han Wenqing had his character use this skill. Desert Dust plummeted, his speed even faster than the pillar of light. In an instant, he opened up space, and then his feet found a foothold.
Hua!
Thousand Kilogram Drop was an attack-type skill. The landing spot was instantly crushed by this step, crashing to the ground. But Desert Dust successfully borrowed the force and leaped to the side.
Six pillars of light fell from his side. Desert Dust successfully dodged this attack and continued to climb without hesitation.
"Tsk tsk tsk, you're starting to dismantle again? Be careful you don't get yourself killed! "Wei Chen scolded in the chat. A landing spot had been crushed. For Han Wenqing, who hadn't reached the top yet, it was indeed a bit disadvantageous.
Death's Hand trembled again.
Soul Strike!
A black light was released.
Warlock skills had annoying effects, and this skill was no exception. Soul Strike, as the name implied, directly attacked the target's soul, causing the target to enter a trance for an instant. In the game, it rendered the target's actions ineffective.
Even though this skill's effects were very short, it was without a doubt a powerful interrupt. Moreover, it could interrupt not only cast skills, but also any action.
Using the current situation as an example, jumping required extremely precise actions. The strength required to jump a distance of three body units and a distance of four body units would definitely be different. And this required the player's reaction time.
At this moment, if a player wanted to jump a distance of four body lengths and was hit by Soul Strike midway, then it was very likely that the moment the player's strength reached two body lengths, the following amount of strength would be ineffective. And then … after jumping from four body lengths to two body lengths, wouldn't the player fall?
And Wei Chen had grasped this very moment. At this moment, the black light flashed in front of Desert Dust, who had just landed. But his figure flickered …
Desert Dust and the black light missed each other. Han Wenqing had actually managed to dodge this Soul Strike one step ahead of him.
"Oh oh oh!" Tyranny's fans let out a long sigh of relief. They were very happy. Wei Chen wasn't in the mood to complain in the chat this time. His expression became very serious.
If this Soul Strike didn't succeed in interrupting Desert Dust's movement, perhaps it was just bad luck. But it simply didn't hit. How could this be?
Wei Chen was very confident in his prediction and accuracy. He had calculated this skill very well, but it was actually too slow?
Wei Chen hurriedly began to cast another skill.
Binding Spell!
Another black light flashed, but it missed again!
In this kind of situation, how could he miss twice in a row?
Happy fans lamented his bad luck, but Wei Chen knew that this wasn't the case.
After not moving the first time, his prediction and control were even more careful the second time. This time, it shouldn't be his own fault that he missed.
"Han Wenqing has adjusted his rhythm." Ye Xiu had already seen the problem.
"His adjustments are very subtle …" Fang Rui said.
It seemed like a very normal adjustment, but when it happened to Han Wenqing, it was a bit unusual. Han Wenqing, who had always been bold and unrestrained, was actually making such subtle adjustments to his rhythm, to the point where it was hard to detect.
"Has this person become so interesting now?" Ye Xiu sighed.
Windward Formation continued to cast.
Another spell was cast, but it missed again.
"Hahahaha." Tyranny's fans were already roaring with laughter. What a dirty guy. His dirty tricks repeatedly missed. This was really something to be happy about.
"Old Wei still hasn't noticed?" Fang Rui furrowed his brows.
Even though Wei Chen's experience in the pro scene might not be as good as theirs, he hadn't left Glory for so many years. His eyes should be very sharp. Even though Han Wenqing's adjustments were subtle, Wei Chen shouldn't have missed it, right?
Just as he said this, the fourth curse also missed.
"Crap!" Fang Rui slapped his thigh.
Missing the curse wasn't a big deal, but the key point was that this fourth curse was clearly more hurried than the previous ones. He didn't wait patiently for the best opportunity. Instead, after the third curse missed, he immediately cast it and immediately cast it.
The panic from when he was climbing the wall reappeared. The consecutive misses made Wei Chen very anxious. After the fourth spell failed, he hurriedly started chanting the fifth one.
At this moment, Desert Dust was almost at the top. This skill was probably Windward Formation's last chance to snipe. If it missed, Wei Chen would lose this advantage.
And this time, Wei Chen seemed to be even more hurried. He cast an even faster skill.
Soul Slice!
A black light flashed out like a blade, fiercely sweeping towards Desert Dust.
But the experienced players only saw the instant the skill was cast and sighed.
"He cast it too early …"
With this sigh, Huang Shaotian also sent a text to Yu Wenzhou. At the same time, he added a new sigh: "Boss Wei is a bit too nervous …"
But just as he was burying his head in the text, something strange happened on the battlefield.
The Soul Slice missed. Desert Dust stepped onto the last foothold. Just as he was about to reach the top of the wall, his character suddenly fell …
What?
Everyone was shocked. The director of the TV broadcast reacted quickly and quickly cut to a small shot to replay the scene.
The moment Desert Dust's foot landed on the ground, the protrusion where his foot landed was actually broken, and he fell straight down …
"Little Han, catch!"
The high-spirited trash talk once again floated in the chat.
Everyone was dumbstruck, including Happy and Wei Chen's teammates.
"F * ck!" Fang Rui slapped his thigh again. In the end, he was still a master of playing dirty. As soon as he saw this result, he immediately figured out Wei Chen's intentions.
Faking, it was all faking!
This guy had probably noticed Han Wenqing's slight adjustments to his rhythm, but these slight adjustments were full of variations. Even if he noticed, it was very difficult to grasp.
As a result, Wei Chen pretended to grasp it and continuously missed. Moreover, he adjusted his rhythm, adjusting it to make it seem very panicked and urgent.
Even a master of playing dirty like Fang Rui was fooled. Did it even need to be said how exquisite his acting was?
As a result, the final killing move turned out to be the last foothold.
Why couldn't he step on it? Needless to say, Wei Chen had tampered with it!
Desert Dust fell, but Han Wenqing was still very determined to continue. He looked down and saw the foothold below, but …
Whoosh …
A black light flashed past.
He used Soul Slice to cut off the foothold.
The missing Soul Slice wasn't meant to attack Desert Dust. Wei Chen had put on a good show.
At this moment, the curse power released by Death's Hand gathered into a cloud of rain — Chaotic Rain.
The skill's cooldown finally ended, and Windward Formation released it again. This time, Desert Dust had no way of dodging.
Chaotic Rain poured down, bringing with it chaos. Desert Dust continued to fall.
There might be footholds below, but with Chaotic Rain, how could he find them …
And at the very bottom, on the ground, a cold wind blew, as if there was another dimension.
The high-level skill, Ghost Bind, was already ready to welcome Desert Dust …
Huang Shaotian, who was in the middle of sending a message to Yu Wenzhou, closed his phone, dumbstruck.
The outcome was set. A target controlled by a Warlock like this had no chance of escaping.
Group Arena Deciding Round, Wei Chen won.
Group Arena, Happy won!
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