"Alright, it's my turn!"
On the Motley Bunch's side, Wang Yu also stood up and was ready to go. Since they wanted to defeat their opponent in one go, the third match needed to be played by an expert.
Yang Na and Evildoers Run Wild had already gone up. The only player on Quanzhen that had a 100% chance of winning was Wang Yu.
"Wait!"
However, just as Wang Yu stood up, Wuji suddenly stopped him. "You don't have to go up for this match."
"Ah?"
Hearing Wuji's words, everyone was confused. "If he doesn't go up, are you going up?"
"It's not that I can't go up!" Wuji smiled faintly. "But I think I should give you guys a chance to perform."
"Stop talking nonsense!"
Everyone curled their lips. "You just want to see us go up and embarrass ourselves, right?"
This was a world-class professional league. There were many experts here, and every player was a top-tier pro player. On the other hand, the Motley Bunch's team was just a group of amateurs. At most, they were second-tier pro players. It was fine for them to fight in a group, but wasn't it just asking for a one-on-one?
Although the people on Quanzhen were arrogant, they still knew their limits. With Wuji's personality, it wasn't impossible for him to let others go up and embarrass himself while he secretly laughed at them.
"Look at you guys!" Wuji sneered. "Don't worry, the next match definitely won't be an expert."
"Why?"
Everyone was puzzled.
Wuji explained faintly, "Right now, we're at the peak of our momentum. According to the usual practice, the third match will definitely follow up. The opponent isn't stupid. They lost so badly in the first two matches, so they definitely won't send out an expert to fight against Old Cow in the third match. I think there's an 80% chance that they'll send out a weaker player for the third match."
"Nonsense." Everyone said disdainfully. "No matter how weak they are, they're still a top-tier pro."
"No matter how strong they are, they won't be able to deal any damage." Wuji laughed.
"Why do you think they'll send out a non-combat class?" Everyone questioned, "There are more than a dozen people in their team, and there are only five matches in total. No matter how they line up, they can't even get a Cleric."
"Do you think a combat class would agree to this if they knew that the third round would be a death match? This is a competition. Even the team leader wouldn't dare to send a combat class to their deaths, "Wuji said with a smile.
"This …"
Everyone was speechless when they heard this.
Don't look down on the fact that professional experts worked for others for a salary. Even top-tier experts had their own dignity.
Going up on stage to die was a shameful choice.
Reputation was like life to a pro player.
In this era, there was no lack of platforms to showcase one's abilities. Even the boss behind the scenes wouldn't dare to force the esports players to do something that would ruin their own reputation, let alone a mere captain.
Especially now that they were in the middle of a match, if they angered the players and caused them to fight passively, they would lose more than just this match.
Hence, in such a situation, the best choice was a non-combat class. After all, support classes were meant to be sold out. Even if they lost, it wouldn't be shameful for a non-combat class to be defeated.
"Then who's going for the third round?" After realizing this, everyone asked again.
Wuji pointed at Yin Lao Er and said, "Second Brother, go! It's safer for him to go. "
"Are you looking down on us?" The group of Steel Elites started to make things difficult again.
"That's right! I'm looking down on you guys. "Wuji said in an extremely annoying tone," I'm afraid that you guys will be blown up by the Cleric the moment you go up on stage! "
…
Wuji was more used to thinking about the opponent's tactics. Since the opponent was a Cleric, it was easier for Wuji to think about it. As a Cleric whose main playstyle was self-destruction, Wuji was naturally most guarded against the Cleric's "Reckoning" skill.
With Wuji's mechanics, he could easily get close to the enemy and blow them up. Moreover, the opponent was a top-tier professional expert. It would be a piece of cake for him to blow up the motley crew of Quanzhen.
To be safe, of course, it was best to find someone who could not be blown up by the opponent.
Although the Cleric's self-destruction dealt true damage that ignored defense, Yin Lao Er not only had high defense but also high HP. It would not be a problem for him to take two of the opponent's self-destruction. Who was afraid of who?
Of course, the opponent was a top-tier professional after all. Wuji had no idea how many tricks and abilities they had. So before Yin Lao Er went up on stage, Wuji did not forget to remind him, "Try to deal with them as much as possible. Don't be greedy and take the initiative to attack! As long as we don't let the opponent score, we'll win! "
"Understood!"
Yin Lao Er nodded, then turned into a white light and teleported to the stage at the same time as his opponent.
…
"Huh?"
Seeing that the motley crew did not send out a Grandmaster of Combat as expected, but a Shield Warrior, the audience was a little surprised.
The free team could not help but frown, especially the Cleric Gospel on the stage.
This was especially so for the Cleric on the stage. When he saw that Wang Yu's opponent wasn't part of his plan, he was stunned.
"What's going on? Who is this? "
Gospel was dumbfounded.
When it came to an amateur team like the motley crew, professional players would basically just take a look at the videos and pay attention to the more skilled players. As for the others, they were too lazy to waste their energy to understand them.
For a person like Yin Lao Er, who was not very strong, it was reasonable that Gospel did not know him.
However, the battle plan was to send out a Grandmaster of Combat. Now that the opponent had suddenly become a Shield Warrior, Gospel was caught unprepared.
Just as Wuji expected, although Gospel was a non-combat class, he was also a top-tier professional with dignity. Even if it was a suicidal battle, he would not admit defeat. So before Gospel went up on stage, he had also simulated the battle with Wang Yu.
The Cleric's main damage output skill was self-destruction that ignored defense. As a Cleric who added half of his points into Vitality, Gospel's HP was definitely higher than that of a Grandmaster of Combat. As long as he could get close to Wang Yu, Gospel was confident that he could win this battle with dignity.
However, his opponent was a Shield Warrior with coarse skin. This left Gospel with no way to attack.
At the end of the day, the Cleric was a magic class. Their HP growth was far inferior to that of a Shield Warrior. Even with half of his points into Vitality, a Level 70 Cleric would only have around 80,000 HP. On the other hand, a Level 70 Cleric could have close to 200,000 HP.
To put it bluntly, Self-Destruct was a skill that demanded HP for HP. Wasn't it ridiculous for a Shield Warrior with 80,000 HP to compete with a Shield Warrior with 200,000 HP?
After a Cleric's Reckoning skill ran out, their HP would be reduced to zero. At that time, a single fart from their opponent would be enough to kill them. If the Cleric did not have absolute confidence in killing their opponent, casually using a self-destruction skill would be a suicidal process.
So when he saw that his opponent was a Shield Warrior, Gospel immediately gave up on the idea of self-destruction.
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