Tyranny's Club.
The guild's studio was extremely quiet. No one said a word. Even though there were only three people participating in the match, everyone else had watched the entire process. They didn't need to squeeze behind Zhang Xinjie and the others. The Arena was connected to other servers. They only needed to use their accounts to go to the normal server and find the room number to watch the match.
As the guild's leader, Jiang You had lost his composure after losing the match. It wasn't that he didn't want to act like a gentleman, but the difference in the outcome was too great. With Zhang Xinjie's help, he originally thought that nothing would go wrong. Tyrannical Ambition's conflict with Lord Grim in the tenth server would come to an end after this match.
But not only did it not come to an end, it even went up a level. After logging out of the match, Jiang You clenched his mouse so tightly that water was about to come out. He resisted the urge to flip the table. After all, Zhang Xinjie had participated in this match. If he lost his temper, it wouldn't look good on Zhang Xinjie.
But to have a higher chance of winning?
Jiang You didn't know if it was because his skill wasn't good enough, but he couldn't see through Zhang Xinjie's prediction.
The four of them were tossed into the lava and burned to death. This was simply a playstyle used by experts and rookies in the Lava Graveyard map. Was this a higher chance of winning? Jiang You cursed in his heart. If the other side wasn't Zhang Xinjie, he would have learned from Tyranny's captain, Han Wenqing, by now.
"My mistake." Someone in the studio suddenly spoke. Everyone looked over. The person who spoke was Zhang Xinjie.
"I seriously underestimated the other side's strength. No matter if it's Lord Grim, Flowing Tree, or that Cleansing Mist, they're all very strong. "Zhang Xinjie said.
"For this match, the three of them are enough. It doesn't matter who the other two are." Zhang Xinjie continued.
"How strong is Lord Grim?" Jiang You couldn't help but ask.
"Maybe we should try to figure out their strength." Zhang Xinjie said.
"Further understanding?"
"Arrange another match with him." Zhang Xinjie said.
"Another date?" Jiang You was shocked.
"He said that the bet is valid at any time, right?" Zhang Xinjie said.
"Yes, but we …"
"I'll bring some people over." Zhang Xinjie said.
Everyone in the studio was shocked. If Zhang Xinjie wanted to bring people, then he naturally had to bring people from the pro team. Was Lord Grim really that strong? Did he need a pro team to subdue him?
Jiang You instantly became excited.
This was definitely foolproof! He thought at once. With a professional team taking action, would there still be any suspense in taking down Lord Grim and the others? If Lord Grim and the others were strong enough to take down a professional team like Tyranny, then what were they doing in the game? They should have directly formed a team and charged into the Pro Alliance to become the champions.
"When?" Jiang You asked excitedly.
"In two days, it'll be Saturday. There's a match … let's set it up for Sunday!" Zhang Xinjie said.
"Okay!" Jiang You hurriedly replied and immediately contacted Lord Grim.
"He agreed." He quickly received a reply.
"Okay, I'll head back first." Zhang Xinjie nodded and left.
The match ended quickly. It wasn't even ten yet. Zhang Xinjie returned to the team and saw that the training room was still lit up.
Walking over, Zhang Xinjie saw Han Wenqing sitting at his computer seat, controlling his Desert Dust to do a routine practice. It was a practice, but also a test.
Han Wenqing had his headset on and was completely focused. The only sound in the room was the sound of his keyboard and mouse. Zhang Xinjie quietly walked behind him. Han Wenqing didn't notice.
Two-thirds of the way through the practice.
Desert Dust ran up a slope and Z-shook to avoid the incoming arrows. He jumped over the deep ditch in front of him, rolled, dodged, and punched the four balloons that were floating around him. There was no path in front of the platform. There were only floating stones of different sizes floating in the air.
Desert Dust didn't hesitate in the slightest at the edge of the platform. His character had already jumped out, accurately landing on a floating boulder.
Without pausing, he continued to jump.
A second stone, a third stone, a fourth stone … Desert Dust continued to charge forward. His skillful and high speed movements were enough to make anyone gasp in amazement.
But Zhang Xinjie knew that wasn't the case. Desert Dust's rhythm had been broken long ago. The problem might not have been formed during the jumps, but rather from the accumulation of two thirds of the practice. But in this part, which required a high degree of control over the time difference, the impact of the rhythm problem was finally showing.
I can't make it in time … Zhang Xinjie thought to himself.
Desert Dust had just landed on a stone, but this time, he couldn't jump out without pausing, because there was no stone for him to directly land on. He had to stand on this stone for a while longer, float around, and wait for an opportunity.
But Han Wenqing acted as if he didn't know. He continued to charge forward without pausing. Just like his style in these past few years: domineering, fearless. However, the stepping stone that he was facing was still two body lengths away from him. Thus, it brushed past him.
Han Wenqing angrily slammed his keyboard. But he should have known that this would be the result.
Desert Dust fell. In the blink of an eye, it was boundless darkness. The practice hadn't finished, but the pitch-black screen still showed the time and results for the completed part. Also, there was Zhang Xinjie's figure behind him.
Han Wenqing turned his head, but Zhang Xinjie didn't say a word.
This wasn't the first time he had seen this scene.
Han Wenqing, the King of Fighting, Desert Dust. He had been defeated three times, but he still hadn't given up. Finally, in the fourth season of the Glory Pro Alliance, he had defeated the insufferably arrogant Ye Qiu and Team Excellent Era, burying the dynasty of Excellent Era with his own hands, and writing a legend for himself. In the eighth year of his professional career, his reaction speed and hand speed had long since begun to decline.
The practice just now had set up all sorts of obstacles. The player had to use movement, attack, dodge, roll, jump, and so on to overcome them. There were many aspects that were tested. It was a very comprehensive exercise.
It wasn't that Han Wenqing couldn't complete this exercise, but he could no longer reach his previous time record.
This wasn't the first time Zhang Xinjie had seen this kind of failure. Han Wenqing was resisting. It was as if he knew that he couldn't jump onto that stone, but he still stubbornly chose to jump. That was the unwillingness in his heart.
In this regard, Zhang Xinjie couldn't say anything to comfort him. What's more, someone like Han Wenqing didn't need any comfort.
When Zhang Xinjie saw his failure, Han Wenqing didn't even give any explanation. He simply turned around.
"How was it?" Han Wenqing asked. Of course he knew what Zhang Xinjie had done. He knew when Zhang Xinjie had asked for leave in the afternoon. For someone like Zhang Xinjie, how could he not give a 100% reason for asking for leave?
"I lost," Zhang Xinjie said.
"Lost?" Han Wenqing's condition had declined, but the sharpness in his eyes hadn't faded at all.
"The opponent's strength exceeded my expectations," Zhang Xinjie said.
"How strong?"
"Pro level," Zhang Xinjie said.
"What a joke. A pro level player going to play the game?" Han Wenqing said.
"I didn't go either," Zhang Xinjie explained. Sometimes, there would be exceptions.
"Let me see the recording." Han Wenqing said.
He obviously had the recording, but it wasn't like he could carry it around in his pocket. Zhang Xinjie contacted Jiang You and had him send over the recording. The recording began. There was nothing to see on Tyrannical Ambition's side. Han Wenqing directly aimed the camera at the opponent's side. Then, he saw Zero Kills struggling in the lava.
"What kind of mess is this? You lost to this kind of opponent? "Han Wenqing was angry.
"He was just a leecher." Zhang Xinjie said.
Han Wenqing continued to watch.
The two sides were fighting in the center of the battlefield, separated by a lava wall.
The movements of the two sides, their strategic intentions, these were all very common to Han Wenqing, who had fought in the pro scene for so long.
That was until Lord Grim's Aerial Fire changed directions in the air, dodging Zhang Xinjie's orders.
"Unspecialized? His speed isn't bad. "Han Wenqing said. Zhang Xinjie knew that the speed Han Wenqing was talking about was Lord Grim's reaction speed and hand speed.
In that situation, if it had been a normal Gunner or an unspecialized, even if they had noticed, they might not have been able to use Aerial Fire to dodge those attacks. But Lord Grim had done it.
Han Wenqing was someone who rarely praised others. This "not bad" was already considered a great compliment.
Then, there was Flowing Tree's slash.
Han Wenqing pressed pause. Then, he replayed it, replayed it, and replayed it three times.
Zhang Xinjie didn't say anything. This was the most stunning part of this match.
"This kind of play … …" Han Wenqing was speechless. If he had been at his peak, he wouldn't have had any problems with this play. But right now, he didn't have complete confidence.
However, this was only a video recording. This person had done it, and he had done it. But how confident was he that he had done it? That wasn't something that could be seen. This play was god-level, but it was too rash to treat this person as a God-level player. Zhang Xinjie understood this reasoning. Han Wenqing obviously understood this as well, so after watching it three times, he didn't hesitate and continued watching.
Then, the four players were thrown into the lava as if they were being toyed with.
The more Han Wenqing watched, the angrier he became. He angrily closed the video. There was no need to watch anymore. The result was already known. What kind of amazing play was needed to deal with four players lying in a ditch?
"Flowing Tree didn't say anything in this match, but according to the people who have fought against him before, he has a lot of voice messages and word bubbles."
"What are you hinting at?" Han Wenqing said.
Zhang Xinjie didn't come to a conclusion. He only continued: "Lord Grim's weapon completely changed the unspecialized's situation. It was enough to revive this dying style. Cleansing Mist might not be that eye-catching, but you could see that she had an extremely high tactical IQ and coordination. Especially with Lord Grim. "
"Even if it's like this, isn't your loss too ugly?" Han Wenqing said.
"It was my mistake." Zhang Xinjie replied.
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