Full-time master: I have a spirit behind me.

"Beautiful! The soul-strike technique directly interrupted the knight's purification skill! Joan of Arc is now completely covered by the rain of chaos!" Pan Lin couldn't help but wave his fist excitedly.

"Now, Team Yu has completely controlled the rhythm of the entire game, and for a warlock, this is no different from having won the entire game." Li Yibo also smiled.

Although it is somewhat similar to planting a flag, it doesn't matter.

It's like Batman challenging Superman, the god of mankind. From the moment the fight begins, the fight is already over.

The same is true for Yu Wenzhou.

"Doesn't that knight still have a lot of health?" Chu Xue hesitated for a moment, tugged at her brother, and asked in a low voice: "Didn't Xiao Wen always say that no one knows the outcome of a game until the very last moment? Why did Li Yibo say it was over?"

"Hey, what Xiao Wen said is definitely right, but it depends on the situation. The one on the field is Captain Yu!" Chu Xiong stared at the field, "Captain Yu's playing style is like this. As long as the rhythm is controlled, it's not much different from winning a normal game."

Chu Xue nodded, not quite understanding.

"It's really hard to believe that Yu Wenzhou could perform the instant soul-killing technique just now." Lu Liang sighed.

Be faster than players who are good at hand speed.

"It's not too hard to understand. That kid must have memorized the playing styles and hand movements of all the players on the England national team before the game." Old Wei said nonchalantly, but anyone could hear the hint of pride in his voice.

This is my successor, isn’t that great?

"Brother, don't be too anxious and angry. There's nothing we can do about it." Grahead naggingly comforted him, "The current situation is something no one wants to see, but it has already happened. The captain of the Chinese team is indeed evil. The only difference between him and Batman is that he has a happy family. Besides, this is not a bad thing. Although my sister-in-law lost, you will be the next one to appear. You can teach him a lesson and avenge my sister-in-law. By then, your favorability will go up quickly..."

"Shut up." Lancelot said with a dark face.

I don't know why, but my younger brother is becoming more and more noisy.

"It's not good..." Merlin narrowed his eyes. In his opinion, there was indeed no place that could support Joan of Arc's comeback.

The initiative was lost, the rhythm was lost, and the opponent's skill cycle was perfect, constantly reducing Joan of Arc's double defense and status in the process.

It is no exaggeration to say that even if Joan of Arc were to let go and look for opportunities to interrupt the opponent's rhythm, she would not be able to completely control it.

The tolerance rate becomes larger and larger with the increase of time.

Unless Yu Wenzhou's Soxar made four irreparable mistakes, otherwise...

But this in itself is impossible.

As another cycle ended, continuous control was finally interrupted.

However, it was not Joan of Arc who broke free, but Soxar who stopped on his own initiative.

And this also means...

The game is over.

Dark flames, tentacles emitting the breath of death, and arrows burning with green fire.

The defense has been reduced to the extreme...

With several factors added up, Joan of Arc didn't last long before being kicked out of the field.

"Think on the bright side. At least because we are playing as knights in the first match, Soxar's mana consumption is very high. Even if he is allowed to stand and fight, he will not be able to kill the heavy armor profession." Vivian patted Lancelot on the shoulder: "So, don't be afraid, go ahead, young man!"

Lancelot looked at Merlin with a dark face. Are you really not going to take care of your girlfriend? What are you talking about? Is this a consolation?
Merlin looked away guiltily. How could he care about this little girl? How come he didn't know about this?

While they were making eye contact, Joan of Arc hurried back.

Lancelot took a deep breath and was about to say something to comfort his girlfriend when Jeanne interrupted him with a hasty warning: "Be careful, the opponent has completely figured out my playing style and habits. If possible, don't use your original playing habits in the next game. Try to control your muscle memory and make your playing style more flexible.

Oh, and your offensive rhythm is very obvious. Change it to small steps, so that it is easier to change positions... What's wrong? What do you want to say?" Jeanne tilted her head in confusion, looking at her boyfriend who was hesitant to speak in front of her.

……

"It's nothing, I will pay attention." Lancelot sighed, nodded, turned and walked towards the competition seat.

"What's wrong with him?" Joan of Arc sat down with some confusion and looked at her good friend Vivian beside her.

Vivian was also a little confused: "I don't know..."

"He probably wanted to comfort you after your recent failure," Merlin reminded awkwardly.

"Hmm? Comfort me?" Jeanne was stunned for a moment: "Is it necessary? The opponent played very well and didn't use any off-court tricks. If I lose, I lose. I'm not as skilled as him. What's the point of comforting him?"

……

Very good, anyway, the girls in our family are all very strong-willed. In comparison, it is these men who think too much.

Everyone sighed silently in their hearts.

It is conceivable that Lancelot's future love life may be more or less full of twists and turns...

Sitting in the competition seat, everything that just happened was thrown behind my mind. Not allowing any emotions unrelated to the game to enter the competition seat is something every top professional player needs to learn.

Although it is easier said than done, these situations can be temporarily abandoned.

Helping my girlfriend to get revenge...

Lancelot took a deep breath and calmly thought about the key points of the game.

What Vivian said just now was correct. The opponent's mana was not enough to support him to play another round in the same way as in the previous game.

What would be your first reaction when there is no way to effectively kill your opponent?
Consume...

He will use up as much of his mana as possible in this game to prepare for the next game with the Chinese team's players.

Destroying what the other party wants to do is the biggest blow to the opponent.

Lancelot expelled the air in his chest little by little.

In other words, in this battle, try to use as few skills as possible and constantly put pressure on the opponent's battle rhythm.

Just like what Jeanne said, I also need to change my normal muscle memory...

This is also a big challenge.

However, since she said so, I'll try my best to do it.

……

"Something's wrong. This kid seems to be very powerful in this fight. His expression is as if he has been beaten by Fang Rui..." Huang Shaotian muttered.

"What the hell do you mean by this!" Fang Rui rolled his eyes unhappily.

"You know what, they look quite similar." Tang Hao nodded.

"The cohesion of the England national team is not simple..." Zhang Jiale nodded seriously.

"What's going on..." Chu Yunxiu was a little speechless: "The female knight who fought Yu Wenzhou in the last game was Lancelot's girlfriend." "Huh?"

"Hiss... This is going to be difficult."

"Do you think Lao Yu can handle it?"

"Wait a moment...Old Chu, how did you know that?" Fang Rui asked blankly.

"Vivian said that in the group chat." Su Mucheng smiled and said, "All the female professional players in the world are in it."

……

"sister."

“Sister, sister, sister…”

Shameless flattery sounds rang out one after another.

Of course, there are only Fang Rui, Zhang Jiale and Xiao Shiqin.

"Stop playing around, Huang Shaotian, get ready." Ye Xiu interrupted them speechlessly: "The pressure in the next game will not be too small."

Although Huang Shaotian had already prepared for the battle because of Yu Wenzhou's mana problem, judging from the running positions at the beginning, Lancelot made some changes targeting Yu Wenzhou.

Just as Ye Xiu expected, Soxar did not consume too much of the opponent's health and mana.

Originally, Yu Wenzhou was not a player who relied solely on hand speed to compete with the opponent. The most important thing for him to gain the upper hand in the operation competition in the last game was his study of the opponent's habits.

And with Joan of Arc's reminder, even if he forced himself to suppress his muscle memory, Lancelot's hand speed was much faster than Wenzhou's.

After failing to complete the first move and being forcibly attacked by a Berserker, Soxar's fate can be imagined.

"Sorry, Shaotian." Yu Wenzhou smiled as he returned to the preparation seat. He did not have too much emotional fluctuations because of the defeat: "It all depends on you from now on."

"Don't worry, Captain. There will be no problem at all. Just watch how I make fun of him." Huang Shaotian made an OK gesture and ran happily towards the contestant channel.

"You, slow down..." Yu Wenzhou shook his head helplessly.

This guy, no matter how old he is, he still looks like a child who hasn't grown up...

"It's a bit regrettable that Team Yu didn't successfully defeat the opponent's second player. Lancelot's Berserker was extremely skilled. After deliberately disrupting Team Yu, he easily won the game. Now the score on the field is back to 1:1... Then what about the second game? Oh, our Huaxia team's second player is the Sword Saint, the operator of Troubling Rain, Huang Shaotian!"

Pan Lin laughed in the commentary booth. When he first saw the underground tunnel map, he and Li Yibo guessed that the second player to appear would most likely be Fang Rui or Huang Shaotian, and they mainly guessed Huang Shaotian: "It seems that Brother Li and I guessed right. Arranging Team Yu to appear in the first match is not only to grab a point first to gain an advantage in the game, but also to allow Team Yu to be prepared for the next player to appear."

"After all, they are teammates who are familiar with our tactics, so this arrangement is extremely appropriate." Li Yibo also laughed: "I am now looking forward to how Huang Shao will provoke the other party's emotions."

Like Li Yibo, Lancelot became nervous the moment he saw Ye Yu Sheng Fan enter the competition room.

It was Ye Yu Sheng Fan, the most talkative guy on the Chinese team, the one who could accurately stir up the emotions of his opponents.

Don't look at what the other person has posted, stay calm...

"Tsk, it's the annoying sound of rain at night." Vivian curled her lips in dissatisfaction.

Except for the Huaxia team, Huang Shaotian firmly occupies the first place in the ranking of the threat level of Huaxia team players by other teams, and his threat ranking is even higher than that of the four major tacticians of the Huaxia team. The other two titled players who are as famous as Huang Shaotian, Gun King and Mechanical Lord, are ranked after the tacticians.

"Lancelot, is everything alright?"

"It's a disaster for the Berserker to face that chatterbox."

"Oh, his hands are starting to move...eh?"

The England national team was silent for a moment, and then looked at each other blankly.

Not only them, but also the audience seats of Chinese supporters, the audience in the invited seats, and even the eliminated professional players who still stayed to witness history were all a little confused.

Just one, hello?

"I thought he would start with England's famous dish, 'Look Up at the Stars.'" Kevin scratched his head.

"Isn't that the most classic Chinese greeting? I'm a little uncomfortable at the beginning."

"Is it really just a simple greeting?"

"This is a bit unlike him..."

The eliminated professional players, especially those who had suffered losses, looked blankly at the serious-looking young man on the field.

Weicao Club

"Who is on the competition stage! It definitely can't be that guy Huang Shaotian!" Liu Xiaobie shouted in shock.

"You are playing the same joke as when the Korean team called Ye Shen again..." Yuan Baiqing shook his head in amusement. "But, something is indeed a little strange. Do you think Huang Shaotian's trash talk has become stronger and can play a key role? So he wants to use it at the most critical moment?"

"I feel like it's because he doesn't have much to do?"

"Do you think this is possible?"

"It seems unlikely..."

"How do you explain what's happening now?"

The players of Weicao discussed with each other with serious expressions. Even though it was the World Invitational Tournament now, they were still willing to assume the worst when it came to their attitude towards Huang Shaotian.

This kid must be up to no good!

But what could it be?

Everyone was itching to try it, and for a moment, several people even had to check the public chat box every now and then.

Especially Liu Xiaobie.

is coming?
Well, he still didn’t come.

It’s coming, it’s coming!

Tsk, no, it's good, nice...

When did this kid learn to praise others?

"Hiss..." Liu Xiaobie suddenly took a breath and slammed his fist, saying in a trembling voice: "I understand!"

"You scared me, what did you understand?"

"I understand Huang Shaotian's plan! His trash talk in this game is exactly the same as no trash talk!" Liu Xiaobie said seriously: "Look at Lancelot's state."

There was something not quite right about Lancelot's expression, and he made several extremely small mistakes in his positioning.

This...isn't right!
(End of this chapter)