The King of Machinery, the All-Time Master

The map is crumbling.

This is the first game in the arena, and it has already caused such a big stir. Has this player really not thought about his teammates behind him?

There was no time to think about it, and the Giles Ruizen Gang had to take action.

It was obvious that he had the advantage by setting up the ghost formation, but because of this man's madness, he had to fight him.

The Giles Ruizen Gang can naturally wait for Han Wenqing to blow up the map. In that case, it will not have much impact on him, and he can completely ignore it.

However, the characters and professions that will appear in the American team later require a complex and narrow combat range. If the map collapses and the entire map is visible, then the follow-up combat is really not advantageous enough.

In order for the Giles Ruisen Gang to proceed smoothly in the subsequent arena competition, they could only rush forward and engage in a close combat with Han Wenqing, in which they did not have the advantage.

So, exchange blood.

Even ghost slayers may not be able to gain an advantage when facing boxing masters. What's more, the ghost swordsman of Gilles Ruisen's gang is still a dual practitioner of formation slaying, so how can he be Han Wenqing's opponent.

Since his opponent came here to fight, Han Wenqing had no reason to refuse.

The blade fell, the fist blew up, and the hearty melee interaction reappeared for a while, but this time it was more intense and faster than before. Both sides had no reservations and only wanted to kill their opponents as much as possible.

The Giles Ruijsen Gang was engaged in this kind of unskilled battle for the sake of the follow-up operations of their teammates, while Han Wenqing unleashed himself without any scruples.

This battle is destined to have no more twists and turns. Both sides will decide the final outcome in such an environment.

However, the duration of the ghost formation is limited, and it is impossible for the Giles Ruisen Gang to defeat Desert Guyan in a short period of time. When the duration of the ghost formation disappears, Han Wenqing's counterattack will come in waves.

The time lasted for four minutes and twenty-three seconds, and Desert Guyan defeated the ghost general with 12% of his remaining health.

It was quite a difficult victory, but it was also a victory that was snatched from a disadvantage.

At this point, Han Wenqing won the first victory in the group stage of the first World Finals.

Soon, the second player of the US team appeared, Mahomes Messi, the mad swordsman player who performed extremely well in the last battle with the Chinese team.

The same map, the same close combat, the same fierce confrontation. In this game, due to Han Wenqing's huge disadvantage in blood volume, he ultimately lost the game unfortunately.

One hundred and thirteen, this was Han Wenqing's final kill.

"That's it."

After stepping down from the stage, Han Wenqing sighed softly.

"You should have done better."

Beside him, Zhang Xinjie spoke calmly.

"I no longer have that kind of strength." Han Wenqing said sadly. "In such a field, the pace is too fast and the level is too high. Any slight mistake will become a fatal flaw. I can only win by using such reckless methods. Moreover, the heavy pressure prevents me from playing in such a competition. Failure on the field.”

"You put too much pressure on yourself." Zhang Xinjie said.

"Maybe." Han Wenqing did not deny this view. "However, in such a competition, you are the most critical person in our entire team. What about you? When can you come back?"

Zhang Xinjie looked calm and said, "That's it."

Hearing this, Han Wenqing finally smiled: "So, I can wait on the bench to win the championship trophy."

Zhang Xinjie shook his head, without any change in his expression, and said: "Of course everyone has to receive the championship trophy together, so you still have to go on stage."

Han Wenqing stopped talking, and there was no wave in his dark eyes.

That's good, that's very good.

The game is still in progress. The battle between Sun Xiang and Mahomes Messi is not particularly complicated. In a real fight between a mad swordsman and a battle mage, in a small space, it is natural to use long weapons. One Autumn Leaf was at a disadvantage with the weapon, and Mahomes and Messi himself were very powerful. Under the influence of environmental factors, he actually turned the situation around. After defeating Sun Xiang, he still maintained 7% of his health.

Lost.

Han Wenqing won, but Sun Xiang lost.

The advantage that was established was just given back.

"What a pity. It was due to environmental factors that One Autumn Leaf's performance was not ideal. The opponent seized the opportunity. Although Sun Xiang did not make any mistakes in the final exchange, he could not recover from the previous disadvantage."

Seeing this scene, Pan Lin, who was sitting in the commentary box, sighed helplessly.

There is nothing that can be done about it. The game is a game. The choice of map in the game is one factor, and the performance of the players is another. The opponent chose the narrowest combat space for one reason. Sun Xiang failed to open up. The battlefield is another reason. Maybe there are many factors that caused this defeat, but there is no time to explore these.

The next contestant is.

Chu Yunxiu.

To be honest, both the audience in front of the TV and the professional players who came to watch the finals had a rather strange feeling.

Thinking about it carefully, maybe this is the first finals that Chu Yunxiu has experienced in his career.

Nervousness is naturally inevitable, but that is not what Chu Yunxiu is worried about now.

In her eyes, the most important thing right now is the score.

Han Wenqing won, but Sun Xiang lost. Now it is a win and a loss, and the score is tied. The player who gets points later and gets the advantage will definitely bring greater motivation to his teammates.

Chu Yunxiu waited at her position for a while. It wasn't until Sun Xiang came back to sit down that she walked towards the competition seat.

This was not to gain more attention. In fact, it was just to give Chu Yunxiu more buffer time. At this time, who could say that he was not nervous.

"Come on."

Chu Yunxiu, who had just started, lowered his head and saw Su Mucheng looking at her with a smile.

"Well, come on."

The two girls gave each other a high-five, and Chu Yunxiu passed Su Mucheng and continued walking forward.

"Come on."

After taking two steps, Chu Yunxiu saw Ye Xiu imitating Su Mucheng and raising his palm.

"Okay." Chu Yunxiu responded, touching his two palms together.

Then, Huang Shaotian sat next to Ye Xiu, and behind him were Yu Wenzhou, Zhang Xinjie, Han Wenqing, Zhang Jiale, Li Xuan, Tang Hao, and Luo Xingzhi.

Chu Yunxiu smiled and walked along the aisle, responding to the implicit support of these grown men one by one.

After walking to the end and finally walking out of the aisle, Chu Yunxiu turned around, waved the account card in his hand to everyone sitting in the player seats, then took a deep breath and walked towards the competition seats.

The sound of the high-fives was not very loud, but she didn't know why, in such a noisy environment, among the applause of countless audiences, and among the deafening shouts, she could hear it so clearly.

Because hearing such a voice, Chu Yunxiu couldn't help but have a feeling.

The feeling of not losing.