Jeff's current situation was the same as what Chun Xiang had said in the previous match. Although I can't beat you, you can't beat me either. As long as it's a draw, I'll win this round.
It was said that one couldn't be too immoral. Karma really came quickly.
Wang Yu's motley crew was different from Locke Bai's for the Templar team.
Locke Bai and Chun Xiang were in a draw. The Templar team had other experts, but the motley crew only had three experts. It wasn't easy for them to randomly pick Wang Yu, but he was forced to a draw. It was as if Wang Yu had lost a 3.
One could imagine how gloomy the motley crew was feeling.
"Surrender?"
After making sure that Wang Yu was thrown to the edge of the map, Jeff revealed a cunning smile. He looked around calmly and typed a Chinese character on the public chat.
“NO！”
Wang Yu saw the message on the public chat and firmly rejected the idea of surrendering.
What a joke. Wang Yu was a martial arts grandmaster. She had been undefeatable throughout her life. She had never cowered in front of a god-tier boss. Jeff had only used a trick. Asking Wang Yu to surrender was no different from a fool's dream.
"Draw?"
Of course, Jeff also knew that Wang Yu would definitely not surrender. Seeing that Wang Yu refused to surrender, Jeff sent another message.
Seeing Jeff's second message, Wang Yu hesitated.
Wang Yu understood his current situation. Not to mention looking for people in the forest, Wang Yu didn't even know where he was. If he dragged this on, it would only be a draw.
After thinking for a moment, Wang Yu sighed and replied, "Yes!"
"Hehe!"
Jeff smiled and sent a draw request.
After Wang Yu confirmed, the system announced that the fifth round was a draw.
The Templar team won one round, lost two rounds, and drew two rounds. There was only one slot left for the second round.
The motley crew team still had two slots left.
However, looking at the remaining players on the field, Team Templar's chances of winning were still relatively high.
After all, the Ragtag Team's overall standard was much lower than the Templar Battle Team's. Judging from the quality of the Templar Battle Team's experts, whether or not the Ragtag Team could win the next few matches would depend entirely on luck.
…
As it turned out, the Templar Battle Team's luck wasn't that great.
After flashing for five seconds, the beam of light finally stopped on a thin player wearing a white priest robe.
"Oh my God! What did we do wrong? "
Locke Bai wanted to cry when he saw the players on his side being chosen.
The Heart of the Templar was one of the two Divine Occupations of the Templar Battle Team. Occupation … Holy Priest.
In the previous round, their opponent had been a freak like Wang Yu, but in this round, their opponent was a Cleric.
In fact, from a player's perspective, Templar Heart was definitely a top-notch expert. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he was the world's number one Priest.
But no matter how strong a Priest was, he was still a Priest …
Support classes basically didn't have much damage output. Their only explosive attack was self-destruction.
Moreover, Templar Heart was different from Wuji. He was a proper support class and knew his responsibilities. His skill tree was also filled with buffs and recovery skills. He was a proper Great Priest, unlike the crooked Ragtag Team. A support class with a bunch of damage output skills. What the hell was this?
Looking at the side of the motley crew, there was an ugly man in a black robe sitting under the pillar of light. The ugly man was holding a flamboyant red magic staff in his hand.
The ugly person was none other than Quanzhen's Guardian Archmage, Mingdu Li. The title of Guardian Archmage was given by Mingdu himself. Since there were no other Mages in Quanzhen's battle lineup, no one could be bothered to refute him.
As the saying goes, every version has a God, and every version has a Mage God. As the game's son class, the Mage was definitely the existence with the highest damage output out of all the classes. They were known as the Head Harvester.
Regardless of whether it was PvP or PvE, the Mage class was ridiculously powerful.
Among all classes, damage output classes were the players' favorite.
Although both classes were Mages, the audience for Priests and Mages was much smaller …
Of course, this didn't mean that players didn't like Priests. It was just that they usually liked to let others play as Priests to support their Mages.
A Priest with the lowest damage output against a Mage with the highest damage output. There was no need to compare who was stronger and who was weaker.
However, Templar Heart was also a top-tier expert and had the pride of an expert. Even though he knew that there was a huge disparity between the two classes, he still resolutely appeared on the stage.
"Hehe!"
Templar Heart glanced at the sloppy Mingdu across from him. He placed his right hand on the bridge of his nose and subconsciously made a gesture of pushing up his glasses. His eyes narrowed as he revealed a friendly smile.
"…"
Seeing Templar Heart's expression, Mingdu's heart skipped a beat.
Templar Heart's seemingly friendly smile reminded Mingdu of another Priest, causing Mingdu to subconsciously raise his guard against the opponent before him. He decided to make the first move to gain the upper hand.
As the countdown ended, Mingdu raised his staff. A lightning bolt as thick as a water bucket descended from the sky and struck Templar Heart from above.
Compared to the hot-blooded strength-based classes, the battle style of Mages was clearly much higher. In the era where other classes were still fighting with their swords, Mages were already able to cast special effects with a wave of their hands.
Absolute damage output was Mingdu's favorite. It was simple, crude, and direct. It was in line with Mingdu's character of using underhanded means at the slightest disagreement.
Although Mingdu wasn't weak in terms of mechanical skills, he still couldn't compare to top-tier experts. However, in terms of Attributes, especially in terms of Spell Power and Spell Increase, if Mingdu dared to claim second place, no one would dare claim first place.
This Violent Lightning was Mingdu's strongest single-target damage skill. When this lightning bolt descended, not to mention a cloth-armored Priest, even a thick-skinned Shield Warrior would be blasted half to death.
However, facing Mingdu's attack, Templar Heart had no intention of dodging. It didn't even make a move to block. Instead, it openly welcomed the attack.
"Crap! So tough? "
Boom!
With a loud bang, under Mingdu's astonished gaze, the Violent Thunder Spell smashed onto the Templar Heart's head.
At the same time, Templar Heart's body emitted a holy light.
Holy Light Shield!
In the end, Templar Heart was a Priest. Invulnerability gave him confidence.
Mages were all born to play with special effects. This was especially true for lightning-type Mages and light-type Priests. When they fought, it was a competition of who was brighter.
When the Violent Lightning Spell's radiance collided with the Holy Light Shield's radiance, an even more dazzling light burst forth.
In the arena, Mingdu and the audience outside the arena subconsciously closed their eyes.
At this moment, Templar Heart, who was at the center of the glowing light, revealed an almost imperceptible smile under the bright light.
At the same time, Templar Heart raised the staff in his hand. A weak flame fluttered towards Mingdu.
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