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

In the second match, was it that sharpshooter who took the stage?

Ye Xiu raised an eyebrow, somewhat regretful. It was a pity; if it were that ninja, he could have helped wear him down and relieve some pressure on Wang Daye, but this sharpshooter... there was really nothing he could do to help.

Even though One Autumn Leaf had recovered some of its health and mana, it was still not enough to take down another opponent.

After a few simple exchanges, he was taken out of the game by a well-placed shot from a distance.

"Well done! The world's number one tactician!" Huang Shaotian whistled. "You really took that kid down! You've got guts!"

"That's really taking a shortcut," Ye Xiu said with a smile, shaking his head. "And he's exhausted..."

"Come and rest for a while." Su Mucheng smiled and made way for Ye Xiu, gently pressing his hand without any hesitation.

This made Su Muqiu, who had initially wanted to offer some praise, turn pale: "Xiao Wen, kill that thing, now, immediately!"

"I didn't hear anything, I didn't hear anything at all!" Li Wen muttered under his breath.

Li Wen always ignored such requests.

"Now the pressure is on Wang Daye. The other side is a sharpshooter. Can you handle it?" Huang Shaotian raised his eyebrows provocatively. "If you can't, then just give up. Don't ruin your reputation later."

Wang Jiexi smiled and stood up: "Consider this your encouragement to me."

"Be careful, the other party is good at flying kites." Zhou Zekai thought for a moment and finally managed to utter a long sentence that was difficult for him to understand.

Wang Jiexi was taken aback, feeling somewhat flattered.

It’s really not easy…

"The opponent is a bit weak in gunfighting, so we can use a magician to wear them down intermittently. Don't rush things," Li Wen thought for a moment and gave his advice.

"Okay." Wang Jiexi nodded.

"Although I really want to play, I have no objection if I don't get the chance," Tang Hao nodded.

"I'll try my best," Wang Jiexi smiled.

"I don't have any suggestions, just keep your face a little further away from the camera... Damn, why did you hit me!"

Is now the time to talk about these things?

Wang Jiexi's face darkened slightly, and he turned and left. He couldn't listen anymore; Huang Shaotian had already joined the fray. If he continued listening, his heart rate would probably be over 100 when he sat down at the competition table.

"Wang Daye is on stage!" Old Wei shouted, holding up his small binoculars.

Few in the professional league are qualified to use Wang Jiexi's nickname, but the Ember team is definitely an exception.

Apart from the three members who debuted in the ninth season and Fang Rui, every single one of them is qualified to make this joke with Wang Jiexi.

After all, when they were playing, Wang Jiexi watched the games from the stands. Before he officially debuted in the third season and was appointed as the captain of Team Tiny Herb in a time of crisis, nobody knew this young man from Tiny Herb...

"That's not accurate. To be precise, people only got to know him after he took over Wang Buluoxing and beat Lao Lü to a pulp." Lao Wei subtly undermined Lü Liang's boasting about his seniority.

"Damn it, Huang Shaotian's gossipy mouth is definitely half learned from you." Lu Liang's face darkened, and when he saw Wang Jiexi already sitting in the competition area, his face darkened even more. He shouted loudly, "Damn you, Wang Daye, bring back the same energy you had when you beat me up!"

"Wang shouldn't be able to hear this, right?" Chu Xiong chuckled and scratched his head. "Ignore him. He just wants to curse Wang Jiexi a bit. After all, what did he say back then? Lü Liang's professional career was ruined by Wang Jiexi's three brooms, wasn't it..."

"Let's go, a toilet showdown!"

"I'm not going. I want to see how the super rookie king who climbed to the top by stepping on you performs in this match." Old Wei shook his head, but his brows furrowed slightly. "But to be honest, this match isn't going to be easy either. If it's a head-to-head fight against these magic-based gunners, can Wang Jiexi hold on?"

Lu Liang stopped joking and rolled his eyes: "Don't underestimate this kid. A magician is no joke..."

……

The Chinese team's magician?
Oliver frowned, showing no signs of relaxation despite having an advantage in the game.

This Wang Bu Liu Xing is quite remarkable. Although he hasn't played many matches in the World Invitational Tournament, he currently boasts an undefeated record.

His playing style... was very strange.

Even now, no team has been able to come up with a countermeasure against the Magician's playstyle.

Magicians don't have a fixed strategy; they are constantly changing. Trying to counter a magician by rigidly applying formulas is simply wishful thinking.

Even those who have actually fought against magicians can't really say for sure what the outcome is.

To onlookers, it seems quite simple; the opponent wins by going around in circles.

You can win if you break free from that mindset.

However, this is also the most difficult part.

Fortunately, most of the maps in this game have overhead cover, which will largely counter the opponent's dust and rain-type skills.

Oliver roughly summarized the response strategy.

Using the interior of the building to target Wang Buluoxing, all actions were taken with the aim of avoiding mistakes rather than seeking merit.

Slowly wear down your opponent!
Oliver took a deep breath, and the dashing sharpshooter loaded his ammunition as he ran, then fired his gun to locate the enemy!
"When facing Team Wang, Oliver's offensive was still very aggressive." Pan Lin's voice was a little hoarse, the excitement from earlier still lingering.

“Yes, after all, marksmen have an advantage against most classes, especially mages.” Li Yibo nodded seriously. “However, Captain Wang isn’t just any ordinary mage player…”

The strongest magical scholar in China, the [Magician], was the first to break through the wall of newcomers, and could even be considered the first person to achieve an upset...

The Tiny Herb team at the branch venue erupted in cheers. Liu Xiaobie and Yuan Baiqing, disregarding the opinions of others, shouted encouragement.

Although, placed in the equally excited stands of the Chinese team, it wasn't particularly eye-catching.

"Magician, if you think a sharpshooter can guarantee a win, you're being a bit naive," Deng Fusheng said with a smile.

Fang Shiqian smiled and nodded: "Yes, that's a magician that even his teammates can't catch up with. If you think you can defeat him with the help of professional players in just a few games, then the title of our Chinese professional league is a bit too cheap, isn't it?"

The two veterans of Tiny Herb looked at Wang Jiexi, who had a serious expression on his face, with great anticipation.

Go, Captain! Let them see what a true miracle is!

(End of this chapter)