Chapter 809
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He was a straight man, how could he understand?
He couldn't lose.
It would be an insult to him if he lost!
They could fight on the bed if they had the guts.
He might not be the one at the bottom!
The more Lin Feng thought about it, the more enraged he became. He lifted the cannon and charged forward!
Just as Bo Jiu had said, his movements were much faster.
Moreover, Lin Feng's character could jump, hence, his movements were smooth and fluid.
Lin Feng moved. After collecting the troops, he jumped to the right, taking a BOSS in the wilderness before returning to kill the troops.
His movements and speed had changed the moment the camera caught him.
As mentioned previously, a battle between experts wouldn't take place on the main road, instead, it would take place in the wilderness.
The two members of Grand Realm glanced at each other. They circled around, prepared to attack Lin Feng.
After all, Yun Hu wasn't with him!
The two of them skimmed across the grass swiftly, their long fingers moving left and right.
They were both national level players, their movements and maneuvering beautiful. In an ordinary game, any one of these Almighties would be able to control the rhythm of the entire team.
But this was the National League.
None of them were weak.
When Lin Feng switched his view, he saw the two figures charging towards him.
He retreated into the bushes and aimed his cannon at one of the players with low HP. With a loud bang, he fired towards the person nearing him.
The opponent used a big move, causing Lin Feng's HP to drop by half.
But he didn't leave. Instead, he swayed to the left and jumped back, his fingers moving swiftly.
The opponent wasn't having it easy either, frowning from the barrage of attacks.
The live feed was fast with dazzling special effects.
But even so, the shoutcasters were shocked. "What's going on? Lin Feng's attack is so strong, they haven't even developed?" “
Feng Shang was impressed. If he had been alone, he wouldn't have dared to take on the two of them.
"Hand speed," Bo Jiu said.
Feng Shang was confused.
Bo Jiu wasn't bothered, the Almighty was right beside her. She placed her fingertips on his wrist, her index finger tapping twice, gesturing for him to pay attention to Lin Feng's mouse movements.
If Feng Shang hadn't seen it, he wouldn't have known. When he looked, he suddenly realized that the number of clicks seemed to have increased a lot.
"The difference between one strike and three strikes."
This was the significance of hand speed. The higher the number of clicks, the higher the damage.
Feng Shang finally understood.
However, there was one thing he didn't tell his idol.
When Almighty Qin saw his idol knock his wrist, his usually good-looking eyebrows raised, and there was an indescribable danger in his deep eyes.
Speaking of which, idols were just like that. Of all the people he could have knocked on to demonstrate, he had to knock on Almighty Qin's wrist.
This was no different from plucking the fur from a tiger's tail.
Bo Jiu didn't notice. After all, other than the competition, she would glance towards a certain corner of the audience.
Such a signal was to bide their time.
Hoshino understood immediately. He picked up the coffee and put it to his lips, tapping his fingers on the cup.
He knocked five times in a row. It wasn't very fast, but it was very rhythmic.
This was a common body language used in the industry. It meant that after the competition, there would be five minutes.
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