That was because tactics and mechanics were different. It was a given that a player's mechanics were good, but tactics had a certain chance of success.
If the opponent was cautious, the success rate of tactics would be unbelievably low.
"I'll go for the next round." March Wind looked at his teammates and said, "I'll give you guys an example. It'll save us the trouble of dying in the hands of second-rate players. It'll be fine if we lose to BTR, but it'll be embarrassing if we lose to an amateur team."
…
On the Motley Bunch's side, Mingdu looked like he had not had enough. He shook his head and sighed, "What a pity, what a pity."
"Yeah."
Seeing this, Wang Yu comforted him, "You almost won."
"Bullsh * t! What does winning or losing have to do with me? " Mingdu rolled his eyes at Wang Yu and said, "If I had turned around when the girl hugged me, wouldn't she have given me a bottle of facial cleanser?"
“？？？”
Wang Yu had a blank look on her face. "Facial cleanser? "Facial cleanser? Cosmetics can be brought in?"
"Aiyaya, I don't have anything in common with you." Mingdu shook his head speechlessly and returned to his seat. Wang Yu was left standing there wondering how the facial cleanser was brought into the game.
"I'll go for the third round."
Seeing that Mingdu was defeated, Evildoers Run Wild said proudly, "We have to play it safe in the first round. Every point counts."
"There's no need to use a butcher's knife to crack a nut." Wuji waved his hand and said, "I'll go."
"You?"
Everyone was surprised. "You're a Cleric. It's not good to get physical."
How should they put it? Although Wuji was the leader of Quanzhen's Gangsters, he was still a Cleric at the end of the day. Putting his mechanics aside, this class was not a combat class.
"I can't let you guys go up either." Wuji said calmly, "In terms of mechanics, other than Old Cow and the others, we're no match for them. In terms of tactics, with what happened just now as an example, they definitely won't fall for it again. This is only the first match, so we can't reveal our true strength. As for you guys, you definitely won't be able to handle it. Now, I can only go up."
"Bah! What's the use of you?! "Linglong Meng's face was full of disdain.
"That's still good enough. You don't even have balls." Wuji looked at Exquisite Dream with a wretched expression.
"F * ck!"
Linglong Meng was stunned when she heard this. She immediately wanted to cripple Wuji in anger.
Wuji smiled faintly, turned into a beam of light, and teleported to the arena.
At the same time, March Wind was already waiting in the arena.
March Wind wore a green robe and held a grey magic staff in his hand. A large green gem was embedded at the top of the staff.
It was obvious that March Wind was a Mage, and an extremely rare Wind Mage at that.
In terms of damage output, Wind Mages were slightly inferior to Fire and Lightning Mages. However, in terms of PK ability, Wind Mages were definitely second to none.
This was because this class was the strongest factor in PK in holographic online games — speed.
In the world of martial arts, only speed was unbeatable. Although it was just a saying in the movies, in the game, fast players could really do anything they wanted.
Wind Mages could use all kinds of Wind Magic to increase their speed.
With a small buff on their body, not only could they run like a rabbit, they could also fly in the sky. Moreover, there was no pre-chant to cast spells. In other words, they could come and go like the wind.
Normal Assassins would have to retreat when facing a Wind Mage.
As for Wuji …
Seeing Wuji enter the arena, not only did the audience fall silent, even the two commentators, Thunderclap and Frost, did not know what to say.
Meow, this motley team was really confusing.
Warlocks at least had control skills and a body full of poison, so they had some OK abilities. What about Clerics?
Such a pure support class, could it be that they would go up and heal the opponent to death?
Seeing Wuji's harmless smile on the arena, Thunderclap and Frost felt their heads hurt.
After the previous two matches, everyone realized that this motley team was unusual. At this time, the Cleric suddenly went on stage to fight one on one. No one felt that it was too strange. They just couldn't figure out what this group of people was thinking in their heads.
Clerics were fine, but they were just a support class. They definitely wouldn't have an advantage in PvP against Wind Mages, the King of Duels.
However, everyone had seen the motley team's various tactics. If they said that Clerics were not good, they were afraid of being slapped in the face.
Retired pro players were still pro players, they still had to save face.
"Hehe … hehe."
Of course, as a commentator, he had to introduce the player on stage. Thunderclap could only laugh dryly. "This motley team's selection is as unique as always. They actually chose a Cleric to fight a 1v1. Are they up to something?"
"Isn't that so … these guys are full of bad things. Getting a Cleric is most likely up to no good."
Hearing this, the audience on stage thought in unison.
"Hmph!"
On the arena, March Wind sized up Wuji and snorted. "If you have any tricks up your sleeves, use them all."
"Hehe! So you can speak Mandarin. "
Hearing March Wind's words, Wuji laughed as he walked forward. "I'm just a Cleric, what tricks can I have? In the face of absolute strength, tricks are useless."
"Looks like you're not stupid."
Seeing Wuji approach him, March Wind frowned. He raised his staff and shot a Wind Blade at Wuji.
"Puchi!"
With a muffled sound, the Wind Blade cut into Wuji's body, and the health bar above Wuji's head dropped by a huge chunk.
Unhurriedly, WuJi cast a healing spell on his head.
"Whoosh!"
His health bar returned to full.
"Hehe!"
Once his health was full, Wuji pointed at his head and laughed. "Come, fight me. Let's see if you can deal more damage or I can heal faster."
“？？？！！！”
When Wuji said this, March Wind could not help but be stunned.
Below the arena, Shocking Thunder was also surprised. "What's going on? Is this Cleric going to fight the Sorcerer to the death? "
The Wind Sorcerer's only weakness was his damage output, while the Holy Cleric was best at healing. If these two classes fought each other to heal, there would be no time.
Not only could the Cleric heal, but they also had the Invincible Holy Light Shield. No matter what, they could not fight the Wind Sorcerer for thirty minutes.
This way, Team Arilang would suffer a great loss.
After all, the Cleric was not a combat class, but the Wind Sorcerer was a proper combat class. If March Wind and Wuji had a score of zero in the arena, wouldn't it be equivalent to a support taking the home field?
"Hehe!" Seeing March Wind's expression, Wuji smiled and suggested, "If this continues, you won't be able to kill me, and I won't be able to kill you either. It's not good to waste thirty minutes of everyone's precious time. Let's just call it a draw." 4_4613/
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