Roland and the others continued to wait for the new match while resting and recovering their energy.
Behind them, the captain of the first team was talking to Lin Zhaotong.
"How do you think this second team is trained? They strike fast and hard, and they seem to have a lot of strength. "
Lin Zhaotong shook his head. "They're right to strike fast and hard, but they don't actually have much strength. It's just that they know how to use force better. "
"How to use force … Is this kind of thing really useful?" Lin Zhaotong said helplessly, "The most important thing for strength is to train the muscles. Build up the muscles and you'll have it."
Lin Zhaotong grunted in response. He pondered for a moment and said, "Actually, I don't think it's difficult to use force or attack speed, and I think you guys should be able to do it too. Personally, I think the most outrageous thing is their cooperation and control of the battle."
The captain of the first team was a little puzzled.
Lin Zhaotong continued in a low voice, "I'm observing every match, even recording it, watching it over and over again, studying it over and over again. At first glance, their performance seems to be just fast, but I personally think they have very keen combat instincts. They know very well when to attack and when to cooperate, and they have quite a tacit understanding. "
"Difference in experience?" The captain of the first team frowned. "It doesn't make sense that they have more actual combat experience than we do. At least we've participated in three tournaments, and this is their first time participating in actual combat. "
"Maybe it's actual combat experience elsewhere. For example, their own internal sparring. "Li Zhaotong shrugged." They're all Qi Shaoqiu's students, after all. "
"Makes sense." The captain of the first team looked at Qi Shaoqiu, his eyes a little hotter.
Soon the quarterfinals began, and this time Roland and the others encountered the Korean team.
They were far worse than the Russian second team, and didn't even need to cooperate — they just went up and slashed randomly.
Roland and the others thought this was normal. The Korean team was about the same size as them, and their strength was far worse than the Russian second team.
The viewers in the livestream were very excited, yelling that they had avenged the national football team.
They encountered the Russian third team in the semifinals.
At this point, the Russians had already noticed the second team, the dark horse, and had made arrangements to target them.
But it was still of no use. It only took them a dozen more seconds, and they were beaten to the ground.
Then it was the championship game.
Almost all eyes were focused on the center of the field.
The female host raised her phone, which still had a power bank attached to it. She said nervously, "It's finally the championship match. I hope Team Two can win."
The live broadcast channel was also filled with bullet screens praying for the Chinese team to win. Of course, there were always people who poured cold water on the Chinese team.
Almost all the team leaders from the other countries turned on the video function on their phones.
They felt that if the Chinese team, a dark horse, could beat the Russian team, then their formation and tactics would definitely be something they could learn from.
The Russians lined up in a tight 3-2 formation this time.
It did play a role in preventing surprise attacks to a certain extent, but it was still useless.
The first Russian team was indeed a little stronger than the second, but it was only a little, and there was no qualitative change.
Roland and the others, on the other hand, had been through a lot of battles of life and death in the game.
It could be said that Roland had the least combat experience among all of them, but he was still stronger than his opponent.
And at this time, Li Lin and Raffel, the two melee professions in the game, truly showed what it meant to fight with cold weapons.
Although the opponent was physically larger, the two of them used their center of gravity and the shield-bashing skills they learned in the game to break through the opponent's defensive formation and overturn two people.
What happened after that was easy. Three miaodao maintained a distance and attacked from the front and back with two people, forcibly cutting down the remaining three Russians.
One of the Russians was very tenacious, clinging to the fence and refusing to 'fall' no matter what. Raphael did not have any intention of being polite with this kind of almost shameless method. He struck with his shield and his longsword horizontally, hitting the other party's helmet with all his might.
After a series of quick hits, the Russian was actually knocked unconscious.
After winning, Roland and the others were treated like heroes, but they didn't get excited and left the field without even taking off their helmets.
Because there was a team battle coming up, the award ceremony had to wait until four days later, which was exactly what Roland and the others wanted. They refused the female host's interview, went straight back to the players' area, took off their armor, and slipped away quietly.
They then toured Jingnan City for a day and a half, after which they took the high-speed rail home. As for the trophy and prize money, Qi Shaoqiu would receive it on their behalf.
Roland threw his backpack on the ground and couldn't wait to turn on the computer, because the server update would be over at night and the game would be reopened.
He wanted to see what important news or content was on the forum, but after scrolling through it, all he saw were silly netizens posting things like "Time is so hard to pass," "I'm dying without games to play," and so on.
Finally, at ten o 'clock in the evening, Roland, who had already washed up, crawled into the game cabin.
Soon he fell asleep, and when he woke up, he found himself standing in the study of the manor.
Roland took a deep breath, and the magic in the air poured into this body like water.
He froze for a moment. Before he left, he was clearly full of MP … How come now, his MP was almost all gone?
He sighed and sat back in his chair.
Then he looked around, and a comfortable feeling welled up in him.
Although he had family in the real world, he had to admit that this world made him feel more comfortable.
The ubiquitous magic could fill the emptiness in his mind.
After sitting in the chair for a while, Roland found that his MP was one-fifth full, and it no longer affected his movements. He pushed the door open and went out, then saw a maid in the hallway staring at him, dumbfounded.
Roland was wondering why the maid looked like she had seen a ghost.
Then the maid turned around and ran, shouting as she ran, "Master is back, Master is back!"
Huh?
Roland was even more confused.
At this moment, Roland suddenly heard a swish, and his vision blurred. A figure suddenly appeared in front of him, dragging a dozen afterimages along the way.
Then, he felt himself being embraced by a warm embrace.
"You're finally back, finally back!" The familiar voice with lingering fear said, "You've been gone for twenty-one days, and I thought you didn't want me anymore!"
Andonara wept bitterly. She looked haggard and even sickly.
Twenty-one days?
Roland understood something.
At this moment, the sound of running came from the stairs, and Vivian appeared in the hallway, lifting her skirt. She saw Roland and wiped her red eyes hard.
Seven days! Twenty-one days!
Roland found it strange. In the past, when the server was routinely shut down every day, time in this world would also stop.
But why was time still passing in this update?
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