Full-time master: I have a spirit behind me

"We lost, we lost, we are totally no match! To be able to escape in that situation is simply cheating!" Fulliver sat back in her seat angrily.

The score on the field came to 0-2.

"Although we lost this game, the opponent's health and mana are not very healthy..." Oliver opened his mouth helplessly: "Although, that is the opponent's starting member..."

Got two through.

Oliver was a little helpless and looked at the nearly 1.9-meter-tall big man who had stood up: "Vigo, please."

"I understand." Vigo nodded, stood up and walked towards the direction of the competition seat.

In contrast, there was a happy atmosphere at the Huaxia commentary seat. Pan Lin laughed happily: "Let us congratulate Team Zhou for achieving the achievement of one through two. By the way, let us look forward to Team Zhou's next victory in the next game and achieve the ultimate opening of one through three!"

"One through three, I'm afraid it's a bit difficult." Li Yibo is more rational than Pan Lin.

Although Team Zhou managed to escape the opponent's continuous collision combo at the last moment in the last game, they had already lost a lot of health before that. In addition, they could not retain much mana in the face of the knight with high armor and thick blood. In the end, they were left with only about 30% of health and 20% of mana...

They were almost out of ammunition and food. It was probably impossible to completely take down the opponent with skill damage alone...

Besides, we didn't know who the opponent's third player was...

Oh? He's on stage...

"The second person of the Danish team..." Li Yibo's face suddenly became a little weird.

"Hiss, this body shape is comparable to Team Hetian, and it's quite strong... The account used by this player is the Berserker profession, and this ID... uh, this character image..." Pan Lin widened his eyes: "ID [Cinderella], the character image is a little girl..."

Look at Vigo's photo, and then look at Cinderella on the stage and the huge heavy sword in her hand.

Is it so cute in contrast, brother? !

"In addition, the original creator of Cinderella is Vigo." Li Yibo, who had read all the player information, silently added.

"Ah, although she looks a little wild, Vigo is still very girly." Pan Lin pinched himself desperately in the audience.

The Danish team is really contrasting! The fighting style and appearance of the cute little girl in the last game were already quite contrasting, and now there is another one with a heart of a tiger and a nose for roses...

Good job!

"It's really attractive... But, as for the Berserker, Xiao Zhou is not so easy to beat." Fang Minghua sighed with some worry.

The Berserker is not like a judoka, who has no displacement and long-range means. He has long-range output and displacement skills.

Blood Sword, Blood Shadow Berserker, and a Soul-Eating Blood Hand.

The three-stage slash common to the swordsman system, the exclusive sprint collision, if the attack skill is added to the dragon, the air means can be barely considered to be available.

The professional advantage is very small. The opponent is also a god-level figure in terms of technical level, and the technical strength needs to be cut again...

This game is likely to be lost.

At the beginning of the game, everyone seemed to have seen the result, but they couldn't help but look forward to the appearance of a miracle in their hearts.

However, the miracle did not favor Zhou Zekai. After dealing full damage, he forcibly lowered the opponent's health. The one-shot cloud-piercing, which lost the enhanced ability to stack attacks and displacement, was pulled in front of the soul-devouring blood hand. After a wave of forced output, he fell on the field.

The cheers that had been suppressed for a long time from the Danish audience broke out.

Being able to 1-on-2 naturally represents strength and glory, but when being 1-on-2, and even when the opponent's fans are still shouting slogans of 1-on-3, it becomes a shame. The long-lost catharsis made the atmosphere in the field become several points warmer.

"Vigo, that mad swordsman, your luck seems to be a little bad, big Sun." Zhang Jiale stood up with a smile, made a pistol gesture with both hands, and lifted the bangs beside his ears: "I guess you won't be able to wait for a head-on confrontation with him."

"Don't talk so much nonsense." Sun Zheping's words were more or less unhappy.

He had been looking forward to a good competition with the mad swordsmen of various countries since the friendly match, to see what level the foreign devils' mad swordsmen were.

But things did not go as planned. The Norwegian national team's chief mad swordsman was taken away by Xiao Wen, and the mad swordsman battles of the English national team were not one-on-one. Now in the Danish national team, they are all the top players, but they missed it because of their outstanding performance in the starting lineup...

Is it so difficult for a mad swordsman to fight a one-on-one duel?

Sun Zheping was a little helpless.

"If you lose to the Berserker, you'll be laughing from the end of the game until next year. One day, we'll remember that you lost to the Berserker, and we'll call you to wake you up even in the middle of the night." Fang Rui's encouragement has always been somewhat unique.

And Zhang Jiale, as a teammate, also gave him a friendly "get out".

If you were to say what profession Zhang Jiale fears the most in the entire league, then the casual player would definitely be the first tier, followed by the monopoly, and all other messy professions would be the second tier.

But if you were to say what profession he fears the least, the Berserker and the ammunition expert would definitely go hand in hand.

Nothing else, the ammunition expert has been used for too long, more than ten years, and the more he knows about the ammunition expert, the more he knows about the mad swordsman, so he is least afraid of these two professions.

In addition to the ammunition expert, if Zhang Jiale is really given a mad swordsman account card, he can almost play the operation of the first-line players.

This is the power of familiarity.

There is no intention to greet the other party at all, just raise your hand and start throwing grenades on the spot.

"This kind of play..." The Danish team was a little bit overwhelmed when Zhang Jiale threw the grenade.

If the previous one shot through the clouds is a synonym for simplicity, then the current big dream can only be described as a show-off.

Throwing the grenade, adjusting the height and direction, the second grenade quickly caught up, continuing the distance of the first one, and then the third one caught up with the second one.

"Hidden weapon technique, chasing the stars and the moon!" Pan Lin shouted.

"Have you read any novels recently?" Li Yibo, who was about to shout that Zhang Jiale did a good job, was choked.

Damn the hidden weapon technique, damn the star-chasing technique, do you really want foreigners to confirm the rumor that we all know kung fu?

But if you look closely, it seems that it is indeed... a bit like the star-chasing technique?

"Chinese people, do you really know kung fu..." A player from the Danish national team murmured, "They can actually integrate kung fu into Glory?! This is a bit too scary..."

"This... is not the case?"

"But this does seem to be a hidden weapon technique!"

"This..."

The Danish side started discussing.

"Maybe they really believed it?" Lin Jingyan in the Ember Training Room couldn't help laughing: "However, Lele's throwing skills have indeed become more sophisticated."

In terms of throwing skills, Lin Jingyan should have been the best person in the entire professional league.

The throwing of black bricks and various attribute needles is hard to defend against, even Ye Xiu will be hit from time to time.

However, as Zhang Jiale learned the skills and he got older, it was no exaggeration to say that Zhang Jiale was the best thrower now.

"This kid really put in a lot of effort..." Old Wei nodded: "This one is also stable. This level of throw can completely crush the Berserker in the middle and long range and make him unable to move. Even if you don't use specialized bullets for close combat, just throwing can slowly wear down the opponent."

"Brother Jiale really plays the Berserker to death when fighting..." Bai Shu smacked his lips and couldn't help but sigh.

Vigo's face is not very good now.

His best fighting style is close combat and variable speed charge. The output of close combat is fine, but it also needs close combat!

Now... before people rush up, the road ahead is completely blocked. Various colors of smoke not only block the vision, but also basically block the forward route.

After that, poison, fire, frost, electric shock... these kinds of attributes that are most annoying to offensive players also arrived as expected.

No mistake, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!

It's just like... boiling a frog in warm water.

Chinese players are really getting better with age. The observers of other national teams sitting in the audience felt a little headache.

And relying on this slow wear and tear, the output of throwing after pulling away, let Vigo's blood volume continue to decline, and continue to decline... and this decline has no positive benefits.

Even if it is worn down to red blood, what can it do?

It is impossible to get close to the opponent and can't see the opponent at all.

In the end, Cinderella fell into a deep sleep.

[Glory]!

"Easily defeated the brothers!" Zhang Jiale happily high-fived Li Wen to celebrate, and then proudly raised his eyebrows at the others: "Is your brother Zhang handsome?"

"Go, go, go, go, don't you see how much mana you consume? Isn't it embarrassing to consume nearly 70% of mana when playing such a familiar profession?" Huang Shaotian rolled his eyes immediately.

"This is called adapting to local conditions. They are the last one left. I will use the most labor-saving method. This is the best way to save. Do you understand, kid? You will know when you reach my age." Zhang Jiale was not angry at all, and happily argued with Huang Shaotian.

"Okay Shaotian, Lele did a good job." Yu Wenzhou pulled Huang Shaotian over helplessly: "Captain Zhou, Lele, you have worked hard."

"If you don't call this Lele, I can be more relaxed." Zhang Jiale didn't care.

"Yeah." Zhou Zekai nodded to indicate that his situation was also very good.

A big win, the score was widened by two points, it is not easy to close the gap of these two points.

The Danish team was obviously in a dilemma.

Their strategy of fighting against the enemy was to bet on heaven if they were right, and it would be no different from now if they were wrong.

If it was a regular close combat, the Danish team should have won three points now...

At least, most of the Danish audiences who seemed to understand thought so.

"In the doubles match, we must get more points back." Oliver sighed: "But, I don't know who the opponent will be..."

"If we fail to take down the opponent's second player, it will be difficult to determine who the opponent's third player will be. The team arrangement for the doubles match will be even more difficult to determine. Be prepared in advance." Another observer of the Danish team was somewhat helpless.

Vigo was silent for a moment: "Sorry, if I can get rid of that ammunition expert..."

"It's not your fault, Vigo." Oliver shook his head and forced himself to cheer up: "The opponent's lineup is inherently unpredictable. At least now, we can be sure that the opponent's strongest [Flower Blood Scene] will not appear in the doubles sequence. The only thing worth noting is [Sword and Curse]..."

Fulif sighed: "But the opponent can also use a priest all-match lineup. Whether it is with the Berserker, the swordsman, or the mechanic, it is enough to give people a headache."

"This, it's true..." Oliver did start to have a headache.

Who will the opponent be?

"So, Captain Yu won't really throw Huang Shao and Captain Wang together? I'm afraid that the two of them can fight even without friendly fire." Lu Hanwen scratched his head.

His worry was not without reason. Even if there was no friendly injury, Huang Shao could swing his sword to harass.

What was even more worrying was that during the fight, Huang Shao, who was lying in the grass, saw an opportunity and subconsciously went towards Wang Buluixing...

Hiss, this is indeed a question worth considering!

"Huang Shao, it shouldn't be... Forget it, just pretend I didn't say anything." Zheng Xuan sighed deeply: "And the performance of senior Zhang Jiale in the last game, hiss, how come after a training camp, it feels like they are all starting to roll hard. How to increase the intensity?"

"It's really stressful..." Mr. Key was also a little worried.

Let's not talk about other things, but now those operators of the same profession in the national team have to be very nervous now.

Just like Zheng Xuan said that Zhang Jiale was starting to get better, the rogues had to be afraid of what Tang Hao would come up with, the battle mage players had to look up to Sun Xiang again, the swordsman mage players who were looking forward to challenging the title suddenly found that the threshold seemed to have become higher, and the priests had to keep an eye on Zhang Xinjie to see if he could play any tricks...

There are also magic guns, elements, thieves, qigong, machinery, wild swords... Don't worry, all the national team has them.

Originally, these people were the top of the domestic professions. Originally, they thought their skills had reached the ceiling and everyone could start to catch up with a goal, but they threw out new changes in the backhand...

The World Invitational has not yet ended, and the Chinese Professional League is going to get better again.

"Fortunately, there are no guardian angels and summoners in the national team..."

"Then do you think we don't need to think of new tricks?"

...

"That's true."