Tiredness … …
Tang Rou quickly felt it. Under these extreme controls, her fingers began to feel tired in less than a minute. Then, from her wrist, to her elbow, to her arm, the tiredness began to spread.
How long could she last? Tang Rou didn't know. She didn't think about it either. She was completely focused on her opponent. While attacking at high speeds, she was still trying to maintain her accuracy. She hoped that more attacks would land on her opponent.
One minute … …
Two minutes … …
Three minutes … …
Four minutes … …
The expressions of the pro players changed one by one.
They discovered that perhaps her hand speed wasn't the most terrifying thing about her. What was even more terrifying was her perseverance in maintaining this hand speed.
Four minutes! She was actually able to maintain this hand speed for a full four minutes. Quite a few pro players began to ask themselves. If they had to maintain their highest hand speed, how long could they last?
What was even more terrifying was that after four minutes, she still hadn't stopped. The battle was still going on at high speeds … …
"If it wasn't for the fact that she didn't know how to use high-level skills, she might have already won this match … …" someone said.
"That might not be the case. If it's a high-level skill, then there's an even bigger flaw in the ending of the skill. She's so chaotic that it's easy for her high-level skill to miss. If she misses, then no matter how fast her hand speed is, she won't be able to cancel the system's ending animation!"
"If that's the case, then she's actually having an advantage by only using low-level skills … …"
"It's a pity that the damage of low-level skills is a bit low. Her accuracy is also a bit lacking … … Looking at her current progress, if she wants to beat Du Ming like this, she'll have to last at least ten minutes."
"Ten minutes, that's impossible, right?"
"… …"
No one dared to jump to conclusions because Tang Rou had already made them feel that it was inconceivable. She had such a strong desire to win, yet she was only able to do it in such an insignificant exhibition match. They felt that they could no longer comprehend how strong this person's spirit was.
Five minutes … …
Six minutes … …
In the blink of an eye, another two minutes had passed. The Battle Mage's random attacks were still incredibly fast.
"What's going on, is this guy using cheats … …" Du Ming, who had been waiting for an opportunity, began to get impatient. His Blade Master's HP had been reduced by more than half. His opponent's hand speed had not decreased due to fatigue, nor had he shown any super openings. He could feel that his opponent had been seriously persevering. Although she could not guarantee the accuracy of all her attacks, she had been trying her best.
"Pu!"
After a few minutes, Du Ming had already become numb to the sound of being hit. The only reason he was able to hold on for so long was because they were either low-level skills or normal attacks. The only reason he was able to hold on for so long was because the damage was limited. Du Ming wasn't overly nervous about this hit. He had been trying his best to dodge the attacks. Occasionally, he would get hit, but that was because his hand speed couldn't keep up. There was nothing he could do about it.
"Pu!"
Who would have thought that not long after he was hit, another sound was heard. Du Ming was once again stabbed by Tang Rou's spear.
"Puff, puff, puff, puff …"
In the next minute, the sound of the attacks hitting became more and more rapid, and Du Ming's Blade Master was continuously being hit.
"What's going on?" Du Ming was confused. The pro players were also confused.
"Her hand speed is still increasing??" That was the first thing that came to everyone's mind.
"No … … she hasn't … …" Suddenly, some of the more insightful players discovered the problem.
"It's not that her hand speed is increasing, it's that Du Ming is slowing down … …"
These words were like a clap of thunder, quickly exploding among the pro players.
"Although this player's attacks are random, if he didn't move, Du Ming would've died eight or ten times already."
"That's why he's doing his best to dodge these attacks."
"The opponent's attacks are fast, so he has to dodge fast too … …"
"It's not just a one-sided battle, it's a two-sided battle."
"Even though Du Ming's energy consumption isn't as high as his opponent's, he's still being affected by fatigue."
Just when everyone was guessing whether or not Tang Rou would be able to last ten minutes, they suddenly discovered that the first one to give up was actually Du Ming.
The continuous attacks landed on his Blade Master. At first, Du Ming was confused. He thought that his opponent had increased her hand speed, but he quickly realized that he had slowed down and couldn't keep up with his opponent's hand speed. At this moment, his health had already entered a red blood state.
I'm going to lose!
It was only at this moment that Du Ming realized what was going on.
From start to finish, he hadn't really thought about this problem. No matter how fast his opponent's hand speed was, she was still just a noob with no experience. How could such a barbaric style last until the end?
This was the source of Du Ming's confidence, but he never would've thought that his opponent would continue like this until he couldn't hold on anymore.
"Du Ming's going to lose … … he's going to lose because of his desire to win." Someone sighed.
Everyone was silent.
Without a doubt, in this sort of exhibition match, pro players like them didn't have a strong desire to win. Against normal players, they didn't need to have a strong desire to win.
But normal players were different. Defeating a pro player had a different meaning for them. Their desire to win would obviously be much stronger than a pro player's.
Their desire to win brought about this kind of perseverance. On the other hand, Du Ming, in his confidence that he would win, unknowingly began to show signs of fatigue.
Desire to win and hand speed were the difference between Du Ming and Tang Rou in this match. At this moment, Tang Rou had completely grasped it.
Du Ming, who had already begun to panic, wasn't able to regroup at red blood. Soon, his Blade Master fell under Tang Rou's Battle Mage's spear.
The stadium was completely silent.
Too many unprecedented things had happened in this year's All Stars Weekend.
And now, even a normal player had defeated a pro player.
If it could be said that Du Ming was deliberately holding back, this match clearly wasn't. Even the audience could see that this match was completely due to Tang Rou's explosive hand speed, beating Du Ming to the ground.
No one wanted to cheer at this moment.
This was Samsara's home stadium. Du Ming was their home team's main player. And now, he had been defeated by a normal player. This made the majority of the audience feel extremely embarrassed.
After another moment of silence, a curse was suddenly heard from somewhere. Soon after, it spread to every corner of the stadium. Jeers rose and fell one after another.
The fans didn't just understand and support their home team. When they were dissatisfied, they would also mercilessly voice their dissatisfaction.
Now was the time for these curses to spread.
Moreover, everyone's statements were the same. No one said anything bad about Tang Rou. Everyone was criticizing Du Ming for being a good-for-nothing.
From start to finish, not only had Du Ming lost this match, he had lost very miserably.
In the end, the match lasted for 7 minutes and 34 seconds. Du Ming was beaten up for 7 minutes until he died.
The curses grew louder and louder. The curses grew more and more varied. The stadium had completely gone out of control. Even though the host's voice was supported by the equipment, it was completely drowned out by the crowd. No one could hear what he said.
This type of cursing wasn't unfamiliar to pro players. Many of them had experienced it before.
For example, Excellent Era's Liu Hao had been cursed by the fans of Excellent Era after his big mistake last time.
Amidst the cursing, Tang Rou and Du Ming had already come down from the stage and stood in the middle of the stadium.
The cursing immediately reached a climax. Du Ming, who stood in the middle of the stadium, was so depressed that he wanted to die.
It wasn't until the host arrived by the two's side that the crowd gradually calmed down.
"Look at that guy's expression. Ha ha ha ha ha!" Chen Guo wasn't depressed at all. She excitedly handed the binoculars to Ye Xiu while ridiculing him without restraint. This immediately attracted countless angry gazes from the crowd. After Ye Xiu took the binoculars, he sat up straight and still. After all, Chen Guo was a beautiful woman. She had some special privileges. If he was as arrogant as her, then he might have been beaten up by the passionate crowd.
After taking the binoculars and looking at the center of the stadium, Du Ming's expression really was quite interesting. Then he looked at Tang Rou. She didn't look any different from before the match. This girl's mental strength was definitely her greatest talent.
After the noise in the stadium gradually calmed down, the host's words could finally be heard clearly.
However, the first person to speak wasn't the host, but rather Du Ming.
He took the initiative to ask for another round with Tang Rou.
His intentions were obvious. He wanted to get back at her and regain some face. But he didn't think that he would immediately attract another round of ridicule.
For a pro player to compete with a normal player, this was a very useless thing to do.
Du Ming's expression became even uglier.
He was cursed at for losing, and he was cursed at for wanting to win back. Was there really no way to turn things around this time?
In the end, after the cursing died down, Tang Rou's voice came through: "Okay, I accept your challenge."
The stadium was once again in an uproar.
Now it was Du Ming challenging a normal player.
There were still people cursing at Du Ming for being useless, but Tang Rou's arrogance also attracted a lot of dissatisfaction. Quite a few rude words were directed at Tang Rou. After all, Du Ming was the one they truly supported. Because of the depth of their love, this was how they scolded him. They felt that it was okay for them to scold him, but when an outsider discriminated against them, they would immediately stand on their own side.
However, in the midst of these scoldings, Tang Rou was even more mature than a pro player. She didn't care at all and turned around to walk back to the stage.
The host didn't know what to do for a moment. To have another match after a match was something that had never happened before. The experienced host only felt that this year's All-Star Weekend was truly a mess.
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