The First Assassin[Esports]

Mo Heng's ice array disappeared first, and the five thick vines surrounding him and Situ drilled back into the ground at the same time.

Without the hindrance of the vines, the situation on the court was clear at a glance: Tian Ying was about to be released from the freeze, Peng Rong was immobilized, and Qin Cheng was standing alone at the back, with only two fire-breathing dragons shaking their heads in front of them.

In the next second, the survival time of the contracted beast expired, and the sound of "Peng" turned into white smoke and disappeared.

Looking at Qin Cheng, who could almost be described as isolated and helpless, Mo Heng frowned fiercely, and an ominous premonition welled up in his heart.

"Everyone retreats!"

Almost at the second when Mo Heng's voice disappeared, the assassin on the field suddenly disappeared. Mo Heng's heart was pounding, and he said quickly: "Tian Ying is frozen to stop the assassin, and Peng Rong is babysitting." He approached Qin Cheng while speaking.

Qin Cheng was also aware of the imminent danger, and retreated to a safe rear area long before Mo Heng commanded.He understood that the skills in his hands were handed in too quickly, and there was a problem with the circular chain. Except for the self-defense skill of prayer, the time of other skills was almost on CD.

On the other side, Tian Ying was freed from the freeze, and immediately twisted her body and punched the swordsman closest to her, looking around, "I didn't see the assassin!"

Mo Heng saw it.

The black shadow appeared behind the priest quietly like a ghost, and put the scythe of death across the priest's fragile neck.

No one knew how Fu Xunshu did it. The assassin seemed to appear there suddenly. He was still more than 30 feet away a few seconds ago.

The paladin was on the way to nurse the baby. He had already used the holy sprint, so he had no rush skills, so he had to use trot and roll, and his remaining stamina was dropping.

Even so, it was too late to reach the pastor.

brush--

A knife.

Blood spattered on the priest's snow-white robe.

Successful backstab.

But this extremely stunning blow failed to complete the kill.

At the critical moment, Qin Cheng's mind rang alarm bells, and his perception of danger made him directly use the last life-saving technique: prayer.

As soon as the holy white light emerged from the priest, he was broken by a fatal attack. The shield capable of absorbing 60.00% of the damage was directly shattered, and the blood volume plummeted by 40.00%.

Priests get a brief respite.

Even if it's only for one second, that's enough.Qin Cheng took advantage of this opportunity to roll away from the assassin's dagger, widening the distance.

Mo Heng rushed over, and as soon as he reached the skill casting distance, he raised his hand to release a fog array.

"Dang!" The long sword was blocked in the air as soon as it was raised, and the reading was interrupted.

Blocker has a very similar outfit to him.

It's the formation master of PK, Yu Qing.

Just now, he focused on the assassin and the swordsman, but for a moment he forgot about the formation mage who was wandering around the field.

In terms of hand speed, Mo Heng is no better than Yu Qing who is in his golden age.

But in terms of experience, Yu Qing is still a little too immature.

With the same skill and the same starting move, except for being broken the first time, Mo Heng didn't show a single flaw.

On the contrary, Yu Qing, the first time he confronted this alliance's first mage and idol, he was suppressed to death, and many of his tricks were seen through before he could use it.

After all, Mo Heng is the originator of the defensive flow formation mage, and a senior, Yu Qing comforted herself like this.

However, Yu Qing's mission is not to kill, the mission Fu Xunshu entrusted to him is to delay, as long as possible.

So far, the situation on the field is clear.

Zhao Ziyi and Situ Zhouxuan, two long-distance confrontations, come and go, no one can do anything to the other.

Yu Feng restrained Tian Ying, the orc and the swordsman. It was a contest of strength and skill. The more the two fought, the farther and farther they were from the center of the battlefield. .

Peng Rong went to rescue Nai, but was trapped in a fog, which was the dense fog of the light elves. Luo Tingzhou stood outside the fog, squinting his eyes, and raised his hand to shoot an arrow when the paladin was about to rush out of the fog.

Luo Tingzhou's position is very ingenious, it can not only prevent the paladin from approaching the priest, but also give his teammates a big boost of love.

As for Fu Xunshu, he was persistently chasing and killing Qin Cheng.

The priest fled in embarrassment, his snow-white robe was already stained red with blood, but the assassin pressed on every step of the way, and the priest resisted stubbornly.

The two commentators at the scene were silent for a moment, and Madoka asked, "Am I not mistaken, is this a team battle or an individual match?"

It was very obvious that everyone was fighting against each other on the field. A good 5v5 team battle turned into a 1v1 one-on-one. Everyone watched all the way, and they couldn't even tell exactly which step went wrong.

Nanfeng coughed lightly: "PK made appropriate arrangements for Fenghua's occupation, and forcibly removed the nanny from the protection of the team, causing the nanny to fall into a situation of isolation and helplessness. But we can see that there are still ten seconds left for the priest to add, and in these ten seconds In the meantime, can player Fu Xunshu take down the head of player Qin Cheng, and can player Qin Cheng wait for his teammates to rescue him?"

Madoka made a "nice job" gesture to Nanfeng in the dark.

Not far from the assassin and the priest, sword lights flickered, and the sound of cold weapons interchanging could be heard endlessly. It was two formation masters fighting.

The rhythm of Yu Qing and Mo Heng's fight is not fast, Mo Heng seems to be held back by Yu Qing, but if you observe carefully, you will find that Yu Qing is completely caught in Mo Heng's rhythm.

Another small mistake was caught by Mo Heng, and Yu Qing wanted to cry without tears.

Although it is the originator of the defensive flow array mage, this attack is also unambiguous, and the attack and defense can be exchanged freely, like a slippery and flexible loach, Yu Qing feels that she is about to be unable to hold on.

"Xiao Fu! How long will it take!"

Fu Xunshu: "Ten seconds!"

"I can last up to six more seconds!"

Fu Xunshu's brain is like a precision instrument, clearly displaying the skill CD time of both the enemy and us. It takes less than 0.001s to scan the skill CD time in the brain. Fu Xunshu pursed his lips and smiled: "Enough."

first second.

Assassin's Ghost Walk CD ended, and a dodge came behind the priest.

Qin Cheng was also calculating the assassin's skill CD, and immediately turned sideways, not exposing the back of his neck to the assassin's knife.

But this sideways just ignored the chain drilled from the ground behind him.

Backstab is fake, control is real.

Qin Cheng used an advanced healing technique in a dangerous manner, and his blood volume was pulled back to the safety line, and he was locked up immediately.

Second second.

Fu Xunshu's hand speed exploded, and he stabbed the same part of the priest three times in a row, blood teeth crit!At the same time, the bleeding effect was produced, and the priest's blood line dropped to a precarious situation again.

Third second.

The fog formation protruded, and it turned out that Mo Heng used the fog formation to rescue his teammates who were in crisis.

Fu Xunshu's sight was blocked and he lost his target.

……

Sixth second.

When the time for chaining was up, Qin Cheng broke free from the chain, and the second healing technique fell.

In the mist, the light of the knife flashed away, and Fu Xunshu found him!

Seventh second.

Mo Heng broke through and rushed into the fog formation. He and his teammates were not affected by the fog blocking their vision. When they found Qin Cheng, who was dealing with Fu Xunshu, they raised their hands to form a blue formation.

Eighth second.

"call out--"

The elf arrow broke through the fog and approached the formation mage.

Even if his vision was blocked, Luo Tingzhou's prediction and accuracy were still astonishingly accurate.

However, Mo Heng counted the blow, took the initiative to interrupt the reading, dodged lightly, and the arrow passed through the fog.

Nine seconds.

Luo Tingzhou was distracted to stop Mo Heng just now, so that no one could stop the paladin, bypassed him, and approached the priest with a holy sprint.

Mo Heng continued to read the article.

Ten seconds.

The dead wood comes in spring CD just right, Qin Cheng didn't hesitate to use it on himself.

——The blood volume has not increased!

Qin Cheng was taken aback for a moment, and found that he had a forbidden healing buff at some point!

The system judged that the assassin's forbidden treatment preceded his skills, so one move was greatly improved and wasted.

It turns out that Fu Xunshu has been counting his skill time?

The 3-minute cd of Withered Trees in Spring was originally used on teammates, so Fu Xunshu recorded the time at that time.

And every second is not bad.

What a terrifying mental arithmetic ability! ?

My mind turned, but for a moment, when I thought about these things in my mind, it didn't even exceed a second.

Qin Cheng noticed the blue light gathering around his body, it was Team Mo's blue formation.

The paladin swooped in, but it was a step too late.

They are one step too late.

Qin Cheng was already bleeding, but just now he lost his mind.

Even after regaining consciousness, he tried his best to make amends and moved wildly, but he couldn't hold back the assassin's attack speed, and his moves were deadly, sharp and precise.

Finally, the pastor's body froze and he fell heavily to the ground.

The blood bar bottomed out, and the profile picture turned gray.

"Congratulations to the PK team for winning the first kill buff!" Nan Feng glanced at the time, "8 minutes into the game, the first head was born! Can the PK team take advantage of the victory to win the No.11 season finals in one fell swoop?"

Madoka smiled: "I think I can already think of the champion's congratulations in advance."

Nanfeng jokingly said, "Isn't this something that was planned before the competition?"

"..."

Without the nanny's team, everyone almost foresaw the ending.

PK fans stood up excitedly from their seats and started their carnival ahead of schedule.

A minute and a half later, the golden word Victory popped up on the screen.

The victory of this game belongs to the PK team.

ended.

The game is won.

The No.11 season came to an end the moment the word "victory" jumped out.

Fu Xunshu was almost in a daze on his seat, staring at the two gold characters stupidly.

Every victory in the previous game has a pattern of black letters on a red background, only the finals have gold letters.

So much so that Fu Xunshu didn't turn his mind for a while, thinking that he was still in the game.

until--

"Xiao Fu is up! Going to receive the trophy!"

The fingers jerked violently.

I held the mouse too tightly for more than an hour before, but now I suddenly let go, and I still feel a little uncomfortable.

Fu Xunshu sat quietly for two seconds, and when he looked up, his expression was the same as usual.

The joy of victory was suppressed by him under his calm appearance, he was still the proud, calm and composed Fu Xunshu.

Just walking to the door, the captain suddenly reached out and scratched his palm.

It was this scratch that almost made him fail.

Fu Xunshu looked calm, but the excitement was still there. Adrenaline stimulated the secretion of dopamine. Only he knew how abrupt and disordered his heart rhythm was at the moment.

Suddenly, he cast a glance at Luo Tingzhou.

The smile on Luo Tingzhou's lips froze.

Some kind of trembling from the depths of the bone marrow stimulated his heart.

He was obviously used to winning, but his heartbeat suddenly accelerated at this second. Luo Tingzhou blamed it on the belated joy of the victory while walking outside, subconsciously ignoring the confusing sense of crisis .

As soon as he left the game room, his wrist was grabbed by someone behind him.

With the camera on his back, Fu Xunshu held Luo Tingzhou's hand in the dark under the light, and pressed a kiss on the bony ring finger.

"Captain," he said, "want to kiss you."

Luo Tingzhou blushed slightly, "...you can only think about it."

Fu Xunshu smiled: "I know."

Putting down Luo Tingzhou's hand, Fu Xunshu pushed him up onto the stage, restrained him with this movement, hugged him, and then let him go quickly.

Five big boys huddled together on the stage, with shining eyes, watching the trophy from far to near, and finally being held in their hands by themselves.

Although it is not the first time to win a trophy, every time I am so excited that I want to cry, it is true.At first glance, only Fu Xunshu and Luo Tingzhou were still smiling, and even Yu Feng, who was always restrained and steady, wrung his fingers tightly and his eyes were red.

The next step is to give speeches in turn.

Yu Qing is the most straightforward: "I'm so excited that I want to cry. I have two trophies in three years since my debut, my teammates and I are simply amazing!"

Zhao Ziyi took the microphone and said, "The point is that 'my teammate' is not 'me', thank you."

"Tonight's victory is also due to me, okay?"

Every time the two of them quarreled, it was like they were talking about cross talk, and the audience was amused.

After laughing, Zhao Ziyi sighed softly: "There is nothing to say, just keep winning, that's all."

Then, the microphone was passed to Yu Feng.

He wiped the corners of his eyes, thought for a while, and said: "I think the best thing in the world is that all the hard work can be rewarded. 'You are just unlucky', 'Your hard work is not enough', 'Next time you must Okay'...I've heard these words many times, but a loss is a loss. Disappointment and discouragement don't just exist because of more hard work and rewards in the future."

Yu Feng chose to dissect himself on this most grand stage, the laughter faded away, everyone quietly looked at the young man who seemed to be shining on the stage, and gave him the greatest respect he could give.

Yu Feng said: "I know that before the start of this season, everyone was dissatisfied with my transfer. I actually saw it all, but I didn't respond because I didn't have the confidence. Some people said I was cowardly, and some people said I was supercilious. Wolves, but I just wanted to win. Now I finally have the confidence to say 'I'm going to keep winning' - with my teammates. Thank you."

After finishing speaking, he bowed at ninety degrees, a drop of water slipped from the corner of his eye, and hit the floor silently.

Everyone only knows the glamorous side of the players on the stage. No one knows how many years they have been unknown in the youth training camp. Some people have been wasted for three to five years. Their golden age has passed and their hand speed has dropped. There are very few people.

This speech touched many people.

The young man sitting in the thirteenth row pushed his glasses and suppressed a sigh.

"It's so nasty, I can't stand it." The boy beside him rubbed his arms and stood up, pulling him, "Tan, the game is over, we should go back."

"……Um."

Qin Feng finally looked at the stage.

The five young men stood side by side, and the spotlight shone on them like a luminous body.

After Yu Feng spoke, it was Luo Tingzhou.

Luo Tingzhou doesn't like to say provocative words, he opened his mouth after pondering for a moment, Qin Feng listened silently, still remembering the season he left three years ago, PK won the finals championship, Luo Tingzhou was not the captain at that time, a short sentence " If you win, you will continue to win", madly and tugging.

Now the same words traveled through time and rang in his ears again, and Tan Feng couldn't help laughing.

The old friend is still there.

The last is Fu Xunshu.

that newcomer.

When Fu Xunshu spoke, Qin Feng and Del had already walked to the exit of the venue.

The other party's slightly lower voice came through the microphone, mixed with some electric sounds, but it sounded very comfortable.

Stepping out of the brightly lit arena in one step, there was a lot of traffic outside, and the heat wave slapped on the face, which made people lose their minds for a moment.

One second, I was watching a group of young people chasing their dreams, and the next second came to the noisy reality, with car horns, human voices, summer insects... The noise almost drowned out the voices of young people behind me.

But Qin Feng still heard that voice, it came from the young man in the stadium behind him, and it came from the bottom of his heart.

--"we are the champion."

The author has something to say: I finally finished writing the final!Next is the last Prat World Invitational!