The moment Du Ming left the stage, the entire stadium erupted in enthusiastic cheers, coming from the away team stands.
Happy's fans couldn't compete with Samsara's fans at all. If you didn't pay close attention, you wouldn't be able to hear their cheers for Team Happy. However, they didn't give up just because their presence was weak. They continued to cheer for Team Happy.
Too many people hadn't thought that Happy would be able to get this far. Quite a few people even thought that Happy's achievement was already a rare success. Even if they lost to Samsara in the end, their debut season was already glorious enough.
But the Happy fans who had rushed to Samsara's home stadium with the team didn't think that way. Even though Samsara's home stadium was such a grand spectacle, they still had to cheer for their team. What they were looking forward to wasn't just a glorious defeat.
They hoped for victory. They hoped for the championship.
Even if they were laughed at for overestimating themselves, the desire in their hearts wouldn't go away.
No matter how weak a team was, they would still have ambitions for the championship. Happy had rushed all the way here. Glorious defeat? Glorious enough? They didn't need those things. All they needed was victory. All they needed was the championship. That was all.
As a result, they definitely couldn't lose today's match. This was their last chance.
But even though they had this kind of determination, everyone knew that today's match would be exceptionally difficult. In their away game, their opponent was leading by one round. Happy carried this kind of pressure.
Many people might have already forgotten this point. In their hearts, they probably thought that Happy didn't have any pressure because Happy losing was normal. Happy shouldn't have high expectations.
But facts spoke louder than words. Happy was using their performance to tell everyone that their preparations weren't for failure. Even at this point, they were still charging towards victory.
A two-point lead in the group arena.
A one-point lead in the team competition.
No matter how this lead was created, no matter what the final result of this match would be, at this moment, it was invigorating! Happy's performance was too invigorating! Happy fans seemed to have been injected with stimulants, especially those in the stadium. The noise they created was a challenge to Samsara's home stadium.
So what if we are weak? So what if we have fewer people? We are now in the lead, with a huge lead of three points.
Happy's lead was enough to leave his opponents speechless. He had killed Du Ming's Moon-Luring Frost effortlessly. Su Mucheng's Dancing Rain was unharmed. Fang Rui's Hai Wuliang had only lost a little bit of health because of Lu Boyuan and Du Ming's pincer attack. It could be said that this one point was earned perfectly.
But how could Samsara's fans tolerate Happy Fan being so smug in their home stadium? Even if they were not very confident, in the face of such arrogance, they were not willing to be outdone.
The stadium erupted into another uproar. Samsara's fans were able to suppress Happy's cheers. But they were only relying on their numbers. In terms of confidence, they weren't as confident as Happy's fans, who had less than one-tenth of their fans.
Hurry up and do your best!
It would be a lie to say that Samsara's fans weren't worried, especially when they saw how smug the other side's fans were. Even if their voices were louder than the other side's, they didn't feel the joy of victory. Because true victory didn't come from their shouts, but from the players on the field. If they couldn't suppress their opponents on the field, then even if their voices were louder than theirs, their hearts would still be empty.
Do your best! Do your best!
Samsara's fans chanted in their hearts. But on this side, they couldn't see any hope of turning the tide. Du Ming's Moon-Luring Frost had died. Fang Minghua's Laughing Song had entered the battlefield. Lu Boyuan's Chaotic Cloudy Mountain quickly joined up with him. And this rhythm was clearly more about protecting the healer than counterattacking.
Would hope still have to be found on the other side?
Trash room.
The struggle between Ye Xiu and Samsara's three experts had never stopped. They hadn't clashed head on, but just escaping from them again and again was enough to make people gasp in amazement. Ye Xiu had consumed a lot of energy because of this, both as an individual and as a character.
His rhythm had gradually become disrupted. His control over Lord Grim wasn't as perfect as it had been in the beginning.
Zhou Zekai, Sun Xiang, Jiang Botao.
Any one of these three players had the ability to go up against Ye Xiu in a 1v1. None of them dared to say who would win. But right now, Ye Xiu needed to go up against three of them. The amount of energy and skill required wasn't as simple as tripling it.
This could be seen from the hand speed statistics so far. Ye Xiu's average hand speed for this match was 340. And the average hand speed for this match, which was from the moment Lord Grim entered the trash room, was 510.
510！
For too many pro players, this would be a peak, but right now, this was Ye Xiu's average hand speed.
When they saw this number, most of the audience gasped in surprise. But for the pro players, they had already forgotten to gasp in surprise. In their eyes, an average hand speed of 510 was simply too cruel.
It was cruel to the opponent and cruel to himself.
But right now, the opponent's three experts were digesting this 510 hand speed. To be more precise, it wasn't them who were digesting it, but rather Ye Xiu who was using this 510 hand speed to deal with the pressure the three of them were putting on him. At this moment, Ye Xiu was bearing the brunt of this cruelty alone.
"He's too reckless …" Even Han Wenqing said this, and he had always been fearless in a match.
To the side, Zhang Xinjie frowned, carefully observing the curve under the hand speed statistics. After all, 510 was a calculated average. At this stage, it was impossible for the hand speed to be the same every minute and every second. There would definitely be high and low hand speeds. As a result, Zhang Xinjie tried to find a relatively flat stage in the curve. Those were probably used by Ye Xiu to adjust and rest. He felt that this was the only way he could maintain this 510 hand speed.
But there was none …
The hand speed curve was extremely messy, with large ups and downs. From this messy hand speed curve, it could be seen that Ye Xiu was truly in a passive position. His movements were all forced by his opponents. If he didn't rely on bursts of speed to maintain it, Lord Grim might have already become a corpse.
And from the changes in the curve, it could be seen that Ye Xiu was becoming more and more strained. Samsara's three players had clearly noticed this, so even though they knew that Ye Xiu would be at a disadvantage, they didn't make any adjustments. In fact, when Du Ming's Moon Luring Frost was killed and his name and profile picture dimmed, the three players became even more determined.
This was the price they had to pay for persevering. Right now, only by resolutely killing Lord Grim would they be able to make up for it.
Almost there!
Lord Grim still had 52% of his health left. It looked like he still had more than half of his health left. However, the three players noticed that Ye Xiu's reactions and responses weren't as smooth as before. They knew that their opponent was on the verge of being defeated.
"Ye Xiu is almost at his limit … …" Huang Shaotian said with a grave expression. Beside him, Yu Wenzhou didn't raise any objections. Wang Jiexi and Micrograss's hand speed expert Liu Xiaobie also remained silent.
"Uh … …" But on the other side, someone wanted to say something, but hesitated.
Lou Guanning, Zou Yunhai, Wen Kebei, Gu Xiye, Zhong Yeli.
The five from Heavenly Swords had also come to watch the match. Even though they all came from rich families, in the pro scene, they were still juniors. Their skill level couldn't be considered high. However, when the senior experts made such assertions, the five of them seemed to have different opinions. When Wen Kebei heard Huang Shaotian say "almost at his limit", he couldn't help but speak up. But when he saw that no one was paying attention, he hesitated and didn't say anything.
"What's wrong?" Someone beside them asked. It was Sun Zheping, who had come with them.
"This … … shouldn't be God Ye Xiu's limit, right?" Lou Guanning said.
"What?" Sun Zheping was puzzled.
"You all think this is his limit?" Wen Kebei didn't dare say anything because so many experts had come to this conclusion.
"You guys seem to know something?" Sun Zheping said.
"Uh … …" The five looked at each other.
"We've seen his hand speed." Lou Guanning said.
Sun Zheping smiled. He had seen Ye Xiu's hand speed nine years ago, okay? At that time, Ye Xiu was at his peak. Now, no matter how unconvinced he was, no matter how many wins he had, age was still there. Some things couldn't be achieved with determination.
"That, that's not what I meant. We've seen his hand speed in another way." Lou Guanning saw that Sun Zheping had misunderstood. They were rookies, so they obviously didn't dare talk about experience in front of an experienced pro like him.
"Another way?" Sun Zheping didn't understand.
"Playing the piano!" Lou Guanning said.
"Hm?" Sun Zheping's expression was very interesting, "What piano?"
"Piano!" Wen Kebei answered.
"Who's playing?"
"God Ye Xiu!"
"You've got the wrong person, right?" Sun Zheping wasn't an indecisive person, but when he heard Heavenly Swords talk about Ye Xiu playing the piano, he didn't dare to believe it.
"Of course not! It was during last year's All Star Weekend … … "Lou Guanning quickly explained what had happened at that party.
"The tempo of the music is fixed, so based on the time God Ye Xiu used to play that song, we can accurately calculate his hand speed. Maybe playing the piano is different from playing Glory. But, at least when playing the piano, God Ye Xiu's hand speed should be … … "Lou Guanning suddenly stopped at a crucial point and gulped.
"How much?" Sun Zheping asked.
"900 … …" Lou Guanning's voice trembled. He clearly knew the answer, but it still scared him, "48 seconds, a stable 900 APM."
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In the last chapter, the wrong name was written. The one who left the stage with a yellow card was Du Ming, not Fang Rui. It had already been corrected. Apparently, many friends were scared to tears … … Actually, it was obvious that it was Du Ming … …
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