Rise

The duel between two little fishmen is always so dizzying that it is almost impossible to tell who is operating the other.

The various skills are exactly the same, and there may not even be any difference in the order in which the moves are cast. Just watch the tidal sea spirits of both sides compete fiercely on the military line under the control of their respective controllers, and see the health bars on the heads of the heroes on both sides. The blood volume was dropping rapidly, which made people nervous, but they didn't know whether to be excited, surprised and applauded, or nervous and anxious to scream.

But after a little fishman died, everything stopped.

The corpse of a tidal sea spirit lay there with a dead look on his face, while another little fish man stood calmly and leisurely holding a sea stone trident in his hand.

The war is over.

Everything is calm again.

Then at this time, we can finally tell who is who, and who wins and who loses.

The one who fell was the little murloc on the blue side.

Standing is the purple square tidal sea spirit.

On the blue side of the arena, Wu Xuan's face was almost pale in front of the computer screen. His right hand holding the mouse seemed to be shaking slightly from the fierce battle just now, and his eyes were fixed on the computer screen in front of him. The game screen turned into a black and white TV, and it seemed that he still couldn't believe what he was seeing.

Lost.

Just three minutes.

When one blood is born, the outcome is determined.

An Xin, who was standing next to Lin Feng in the front row of the spectators, also shook his head slightly:

“The gap is a bit big.

"

As mentioned before, the so1o game against a hero depends purely on the player's personal operational strength and mastery and understanding of the hero.

The gap in strength between the two sides of so1o will be more directly and brutally displayed in such a hero duel mode. There is no other reason that can help explain.

All excuses are useless in the face of such cold reality.

Just like the faces of the other Chinese boys and girls who were standing behind Wu Xuan and who had been cheering their teammates excitedly just now, their faces were bloodless and pale.

They also couldn't believe their eyes.

Unwilling to accept such a realistic outcome.

The two girls' eyes were red and about to cry, and the other boys had no intention of comforting their female companions, because at this time they themselves were completely confused, feeling frightened and helpless.

Even this should have been the most promising round...

They all lost.

Wu Xuan, the strongest among them, faced off against the auxiliary players among the British youths. Despite such a huge prerequisite advantage, he was still killed by the opponent's crushing so1o.

Yes.

Really crushing.

In the first wave of fighting between the two small fishmen, the opponent's purple square fishman took the opportunity to suppress Wu Xuan's Tidal Sea Spirit by a little blood, and then the latter continued to become more and more passive.

Following the wave that reached the third level, the little purple murlocs who were the first to upgrade took the lead.

The q skill shows off the face.

Level q then bsp; The "eccentric" skill of e will pole vault in one second.

Wu Xuan's second e-dance, which predicted where the fishman would flash, was shot down hard.

A set of combos.

Complete the instant kill coldly and cruelly!

"Actually, after the first wave of losses, there was still a chance to fight back." Someone commented next to him.

The girl on the side raised her eyebrows slightly when she heard this, half-smiling:

"It'll be fine if I let you come, right?"

Someone admitted it as a matter of course:

"yes."

"The guy on the opposite side... made a lot of mistakes in the front line."

If he were to meet an opponent at the level of the Four Emperors or even the Seventh King, and the fishman So1o suffered a loss in the first wave, it might indeed be difficult to come back and counterattack, but like the opponent currently called Jimmy's British youth is far from reaching the level of a top professional player.

Even the standard of ordinary professional level is far from enough.

To put it bluntly...

In the three minutes of the so1o game just now, if Lin Feng was taught, he would have had at least three or four chances to counterattack and win.

It's really good for an auxiliary mid laner to be able to perform at this level.

but.

That's all.

An Xin curled her lips slightly: "I've said so much, so why don't you do it?"

Lin Feng shook his head with no interest on his face: "Forget it, it doesn't sound good to go out with a big bully novel..."

As he spoke, he yawned. He was a little stuffed from the hot pot he had eaten at noon. He had just finished a few passerby qualifying matches, and now he was starting to feel a little sleepy.

…

Compared with Lin Feng and An Xin, they were able to make an extremely professional and sharp analysis and evaluation of the SO1O game that had just ended from a higher level. However, for most of the Internet cafe guests and spectators watching the game, the one on the opposite side This wave of first-blood kills by a young British man named Jimmy, who was quick and easy, almost stunned all of them.

It's really a visual impact.

Pressed from start to finish.

In the end, there was such a beautiful and stunning second-level e-flash that accurately predicted the position of Wu Xuan's little fishman to flash and escape. An "eccentric" took the shot and completed the finishing kill with unstoppable domineering force.

This left everyone shocked and speechless for a moment.

And don’t forget…

The other party who did this kind of operation was just an assistant among a few young British people.

An assistant easily defeated the main mid laner here.

Really... the gap in strength is too huge, right?

For a moment, this idea suddenly appeared in the minds of the Internet cafe guests and spectators, and then they couldn't help but look at the British young people opposite with a bit of complicated fear and fear.

At this time, Wu Xuan had already walked down the ring in despair as the loser. Even his steps seemed a little staggering. He came to several companions. Even the boys and girls of his companions opened their mouths at this time and did not know what to do. To comfort the former, there is only bitterness in the mouth and heaviness and depression in the heart.

As the victor, Jimmy returned to his companions with ease. He was greeted with cheerful high-fives and proud whistles, while the tall and thin British young man looked over again. Wu Xuan and others had undisguised contemptuous smiles on their faces:

"How about it."

"Do you want to continue?"

Wu Xuan's expression changed several times, and he almost wanted to open his mouth to ask for another fight, but in the end he lowered his head slumped and was unable to refute and fight back. Several companions around him also clenched their fists tightly but were powerless to do anything.

The more I see the weakness and silence of Wu Xuan and the others here, the more contemptuous and sarcastic expressions appear on the face of the tall and thin British young man:

"Oh~ It seems I don't dare anymore."

"so--"

"What about the rest?"

He looked at all the guests watching the game around the Internet cafe hall, opened his hands generously, and raised the corners of his mouth in an exaggerated mocking arc:

"Others can do it too. "

"Anyone!"

e-on! No one wants to try again? "

"Hey, hey, hey, there are only a few of us, and all of you Chinese in the Internet cafe... don't you even have a single person who dares to challenge you?"

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