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Chapter 73: One More Round, Just One More Round... (23)

“No way, bros!”

“Hold on a sec!”

“This game lets you pick six identical characters??”

In that instant, Zhang Siming vaguely recalled: when he was searching for guides, he seemed to have seen something about a "clone tactic."

Could "clone" mean…

He opened the scoreboard in disbelief—the character icons would only appear next to the IDs on the scoreboard after the opponents were exposed in their field of vision.

At this moment, the scoreboard displayed a scene that he found unbelievable:

A vertical row of six identical Flying Cloud icons behind the opponent's IDs!

What made his blood pressure soar even more were the IDs of the six people on the other side—

【Happy Superman】

【Careful I'm Superman】

【Womanizing Superman】

【Sweetheart Raped by Superman】

【Careless Wrong Superman】

【United Fierce Superman】

“You motherf*cker!!” Zhang Siming had met his nemesis!

And it was a super-sized version of [Nemesis * 6]!

The viewers who had been watching the whole time also remembered the ID 【Happy Superman】, and they were equally astonished at this moment:

“What a coincidence?”

“There must be hundreds of thousands, even millions of people playing this mode now, and you still run into them?”

“Coincidence my ass! Six people queuing up together are bound to match with another team of six!”

“That makes much more sense haha! I see other streamers mostly queuing up in teams of 2 or 4; it seems like only Heroic Sniper and Qihua Hua are doing six-man teams.”

“When fate comes knocking, there’s just no stopping it!”

“《Equally Matched Opponents》”

“《Excellent Matching Mechanism》”

…

Zhang Siming's voice rose a lot: “Brothers, focus up!”

“If we win this round, I’ll treat you all to a restaurant tonight!”

“Alright, alright.” The two teammates beside him were motivated.

But the three teammates on the bottom lane were different—

“Restaurant my ass! Come support us quickly! We can’t hold on!”

But within six seconds, three kill notifications popped up in the upper right corner.

The three teammates were instantly gone.

“They’re gone already?” Zhang Siming was surprised.

As he spoke, he paper-shifted through the wall crevice and arrived at the Bluestone Alley that led directly to the bottom lane.

The two teammates followed closely behind.

Just as they were about to rush out of the alley, three Flying Clouds suddenly charged out of the alley entrance!

The moment they met, Zhang Siming immediately activated his ultimate!

Unsurprisingly, the opponents also activated their ultimates at the same time.

—Both sides only had one person activate their ultimate.

But Zhang Siming's mech could only protect himself, while the opponent's Flying Cloud's ultimate could protect himself and two teammates.

Fortunately, the alley was very narrow, and the mech could block most of the damage, so the two teammates weren't taken down in one wave.

But the teammates' output was also severely affected.

In the end, they could only directly use their ultimates.

The ink-wash divine dragon pierced through the mech, but before it could hit the opponent's nitrogen shield, another Flying Cloud activated his shield.

As a result, after the divine dragon shattered two shields, before it could dissipate, the opponent renewed the shield.

Six people were squeezed into the narrow alleyway, the damage output was explosive, and Zhang Siming's mech exploded along with the two shields.

The stealthed teammate bypassed the mech and reached the opponent's face, about to deliver the finishing blow—

“Shield!”

Another Flying Cloud activated his ultimate.

The opponent's three shields were instantly refreshed!

“Holy sh*t!” The stealthed teammate's highest-damage stealth attack directly struck the new shield.

The spherical shield bounced elastically with a *duang* sound before stabilizing.

After that, people started dying.

Zhang Siming and his teammates were indeed skilled, and they managed to trade 3 for 2 in this desperate situation.

But at the moment they fell, the battlefield announcement also sounded:

【The Red Team's flag has been captured by the enemy】

The teammates were fine, mostly finding it novel and fun, and didn't feel too frustrated.

Zhang Siming was different; he fell into silence.

It wasn't over yet, and a global message suddenly popped up in the chat channel:

【Happy Superman】: “Hahaha, never seen it before, right? This is called tactics!”

【Happy Superman】: “When playing games, you have to use your brain!”

“……”

“Bang!”

Zhang Siming slammed his fist down in anger, making the table bang loudly, and the keyboard and mouse were sent flying.

The streaming room was filled with a crackling sound, startling the teammates and the viewers in the streaming room.

After reacting, the teammates were all covered in question marks.

The streaming room was filled with the piercing laughter of “Hahaha”:

“I’m f*cking dying of laughter, this Happy Superman is a master at messing with people’s mentality!”

“True · Nemesis!”

“He's talented! What's his numeric ID? I want to become his disciple!”

“He's a grand master of sarcasm!”

…

Even the teammate who had been standing behind Zhang Siming all along hadn't paid much attention to the chat bar and didn't know about the exchange between Zhang Siming and Happy Superman.

—Or rather, the one-sided mockery.

Therefore, they were all greatly puzzled by his reaction.

However, this confusion didn't last long.

Soon, they began to be disgustingly harassed by the opponents' "Superman Six-Man Team"!

The opponents' skills were just at the level of normal FPS players, not very exaggerated; they were completely crushed in pure gunfights.

But in the face of the opponents' brainless [Take turns using shields and standing still to shoot] tactic, they really couldn't bring out even half of their skills.

What was even more troublesome was that the opponents' coordination was also very tacit!

Many times, the shields were renewed at the last second before they disappeared, a perfect seamless shield renewal.

“These six people must also be playing offline together, right?”

“I strongly suspect now: they are six college students, or even from the same dormitory!”

“When the shield is about to run out, they just shout to their dad in real life to activate the shield, right?”

“To be fair, being able to quickly come up with such a cheap tactic is also a talent!”

…

The viewers were really satisfied today.

—It's not every day that you can see the spectacle of a professional team being crushed by random players.

Zhang Siming's "training" had already yielded results.

Although his teammates were miserable this round, he was able to achieve a stat line of “27 kills and 6 deaths” despite the opponents’ cheap tactic of taking turns using shields.

So although he lost this round, his morale had returned, and he wasn't as angry anymore.

But the teammates were unconvinced.

So they started another round.

This time, they also chose six Flying Clouds and copied the opponents' cheap tactic from the previous round.

Then their opponents were—

Six Fu Lings.

In the first team fight, they activated two ultimates.

And the opponents activated six ultimates.

Six divine dragons flew in succession, and the special effects directly obscured the entire screen.

No one saw what happened; they only knew that three people on their side had fallen.

After that, it was a chaotic battle.

Zhang Siming had already changed his thinking and adapted to the [Dragon Palace Treasure Hunt] gameplay. He could often gain an advantage in confrontations, and he could completely chase after the opponents and kill them in one-on-one or two-on-one fights!

The suddenly flying divine dragons could almost always be dodged unless he was blocked in an alley.

He finally showed his skill and style!

But before he could laugh, the problems that had happened to him before were repeated on his teammates—muscle memory was too strong, they weren't used to paper-shifting, they weren't familiar with the terrain, the habit of sticking to walls and pulling was completely countered by Fu Ling's wall-piercing ultimate, and other factors severely interfered with their performance.

In the end, they actually fell into a disadvantage.

They even lost the match by the difference of one Moon Essence, allowing the opponent's Panlong to snatch the Dragon Ball.

Zhang Siming was a little unhappy.

But he could also accept it.

After all, although the team lost slightly this time, he himself had achieved a terrifying stat line of 44 kills and 5 deaths!

He had already had a great time, so anything was fine!

He looked at the time and didn't want to delay his teammates' time any longer, so he took the initiative to say: “Alright, it's almost time, let's play 《Fireline Confrontation》.”

But before he could exit the game, a teammate suddenly said:

“No, one more round!”

“Yeah, one more round, just one more round! We'll go train if we win!”

“Start, start, start!”

Zhang Siming: “……”

“Start, start, start!”

…

Three hours later, when the coach arrived at the training room, the six professional players were still fighting fiercely in the magnificent Dragon Palace.

This was their 8th round.

From being dizzy and disoriented by the messy lineups at the beginning, to being able to fight back and forth even when facing various clone tactics later on, their win rate greatly increased in less than an hour.

The only problem was—

The so-called "go train after winning one round"—they won, but there was no training.

When the coach first came in, he looked at the shouting six players and subconsciously took two steps back to look at the doorplate.

He closed the door and opened it again.

Only then did he finally confirm that he hadn't gone to the wrong place.

“What... are you doing?”

The six professional players suddenly turned around and looked at the coach in surprise.

As if his appearance was very untimely.

Asking for monthly tickets, asking for follow-up reading, asking for recommendations.