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

"Let's go!" Zhang Jiale stretched and loosened his muscles, then said cheerfully.

"Hmm." Sun Zheping nodded and stood up.

"Hurry up and finish, I'm getting sleepy." Fang Rui yawned and waved his hand dismissively.

"We're about to go on stage, at least say something nice, right?" Zhang Jiale gave him the middle finger.

Fang Rui curled his lip: "Are you guys still some newbies? Okay, okay, Lele baby, don't be nervous, play well, good luck."

The Chinese team's preparation area fell silent for a moment, then burst into laughter. Even Li Wen lowered his head and shrugged slightly.

Xiao Shiqin straightened his expression and said, "Go for it, Lele baby."

Huang Shaotian replied earnestly, "Don't be nervous for your first time on stage!"

Chu Yunxiu said with concern, "Watch your step. There are thresholds on the competition area. Don't trip. Don't be careless."

Zhang Jiale's face darkened instantly, and he dragged Sun Zheping toward the stage.

If it were a one-on-one verbal battle, he wouldn't be afraid of Fang Rui; this had practically become a daily routine for the Ember team. However, with so many people around, to avoid affecting his mood, Zhang Jiale chose to wait until they returned before engaging in verbal sparring with them.

Sun Zheping smiled helplessly and patted Zhang Jiale on the shoulder: "Slow down, don't really fall."

“You son of a bitch…” Zhang Jiale’s face darkened even more.

Back in the day, he was the number one melancholy prince of the Chinese professional league. How come he's almost become the comedian now?

Muttering to himself that he would teach them a lesson soon, he stepped onto the stage. The moment he looked up, his expression turned resolute, a speed that was almost as fast as February Sky.

As for the other side...

"It's that judoka and Ghost Swordsman," Zhang Jiale said in a low voice. "And, judging from their expressions, they seem quite confident?"

"It's alright, we'll make them realize the gap with facts," Sun Zheping said calmly, extending his hand to shake hands with Pedro. Without any hesitation, he and Zhang Jiale walked towards the players' passage.

In the current professional league, even if there are duos who can defeat Fan Hua Xue Jing, it definitely won't be them.

Upon arriving at their respective competition seats, Zhang Jiale called out to Sun Zheping, "Remember to stay close to me."

Sun Zheping sneered and raised his fist.

Zhang Jiale smiled and their two fists collided.

Then let's go for it.

"...Thank you to the above sponsors for the broadcast! Okay, commercial break over, more excitement! Welcome back to the first World Glory Invitational Tournament, the finals, the second round of the third match between the Chinese team and the American team!" Pan Lin quickly gave his pre-match announcement: "The arena match was extremely intense, but in the end, our Chinese team prevailed! In the first round, with Sun Xiang's unexpected accident, team leader Ye Xiu stepped up and not only secured the crucial first point but also cemented the title of the world's number one battle mage on the God of War..."

"Is this kid always so tactless?" Sun Xiang, who had recovered and was energetically arguing with Fang Rui, suddenly darkened upon hearing Pan Lin's words: "What do you mean I had a sudden accident...?"

"You know him, he's the biggest blabbermouth in the commentary world," Xiao Shiqin said with a smile.

Sun Xiang muttered something like, "I'll teach him a lesson someday," and then shut his mouth.

"The second-ranked Wang team nearly achieved a 1-2 victory, not only taking down Oliver, who was initially at a disadvantage, but also almost eliminating Harrison, the third-ranked player on the American team, severely damaging his opponent..."

If this had happened before, Tang Hao's expression would have been anything but pleasant, but now he seems completely nonchalant and indifferent.

They truly achieved the goal of "boiling dumplings in a teapot"—just knowing what was going on was enough.

"...In the end, after a brief period of disadvantage, Team Tang defeated Harrison, bringing the tournament to a perfect close."

This puts our Chinese team one point ahead of the US team for now.

"That's about enough of the backstory. We're not phantom ninjas," Li Yibo said with a smile, steer the conversation back on track. "Now, shouldn't we be looking forward to the result of our second doubles match?"

“Ahem, that’s right…” Pan Lin nodded cheerfully: “Then, let’s see our Chinese team’s lineup for the doubles match…”

Two players from the Ember team!

Ammunition expert, the operator of the "Dream Awakening" technique, Zhang Jiale!
The Berserker, the operator of "Sleep Again for Another Summer," is Sun Zheping!
"A golden combination, a scene of blooming flowers and blood!" Pan Lin's voice became more impassioned, and even his eyes gleamed with excitement.

One of the strongest duos in the Chinese team! And one of them is Zhang Jiale, a newly emerged, unconventional ammunition expert player, who has been dubbed the "Thunder Emperor".

It's all settled, guys!

Pan Lin coughed twice to calm himself down: "Let's see, the American team's duo for this game is..."

Judoka, Kim Tae-min, and the swordsman, Pedro…

……

"Something seems off. Why doesn't the other side seem nervous at all? This is different from what Boss Wei said before." Chu Xiong looked at Wei Chen with some curiosity.

When we went to the bathroom together earlier, Boss Wei assured us that the American team was absolutely terrified and anxiously awaiting the start of the game. He estimated that they would easily win the next match, but it was a pity that the others didn't have enough time to prepare...

However, Pedro appears calm and composed, while Kim Tae-min seems completely confident. They don't seem nervous at all, and even appear quite self-assured and certain.

"A bluff, a complete bluff." Old Wei sneered. "It's an act, a ten-thousandth of a bluff, just to reassure the troops. I reckon they're trying to pull off an empty city ruse to throw Old Zhang and Da Sun into disarray."

"It doesn't quite look like it." Lin Jingyan frowned and observed carefully.

As a veteran, Lin Jingyan was quite confident in his judgment, and he did not see any weakness or ferocity in the other party's eyes.

"Just kidding, this time I'm on Lao Wei's side!" Lü Liang rolled his eyes: "Lao Lin, don't try to boost others' morale and diminish your own..."

"Do not."

"No, no, of course, subordinates are not allowed to... cough cough, boss lady, it's alright, it's alright, I was just talking to myself, what did you say?" Lu Liang instantly put on a fawning smile.

Chu Xue ignored Lü Liang's words and carefully examined the two people on the other side's big screen: "Although I don't understand Glory, I'm still quite confident when it comes to judging people. Just like Jing Yan said, they don't seem to be bluffing, but rather they have some real strength."

"The landlady is right." Old Wei nodded affirmatively, instantly swallowing back what he had just said: "I reckon it's that judoka who's confident he can counter Old Zhang's throwing technique?"

"He alone might not be enough; he might need to work with that Ghost Swordsman."

“That’s right…” Bai Shu and Qiu Fei silently watched the seniors who had instantly switched sides, exchanged glances, and shut their mouths.

It wasn't just the Ember team that seemed confident; most members of the Chinese Glory Professional League looked serious and somewhat nervous, while members of other national teams were on high alert, eager to see what would happen.

Anyway, that trophy has nothing to do with them anymore; it's always good to have some fun.

Map selected.

【The Grotto of Lamentation】!
"Tsk, this isn't a very good map for me. It's affecting my ability to locate sounds," Zhang Jiale muttered.

"You're backing down before you've even fought? Then you can stand aside," Sun Zheping said calmly.

"Hey, you stay on the sidelines and give me some backup, I'll show you what a titled level of strength is!" Zhang Jiale immediately became unhappy and shouted.

“Okay, then it’s up to you.” Sun Zheping readily agreed.

……

"Cough cough cough, stop fooling around, how are we going to fight this match?" Zhang Jiale coughed twice. Kim Taemin on the other side was also a titled player. Although Pedro was a bit weaker, he was still a top-tier player. If it really came down to a one-on-two fight, he would be really scared.

Wait, why didn't I think of just throwing it to him when Da Sun was talking about it?
Zhang Jiale felt a little regretful. Some people are like that; when they get into an argument and suffer a loss, they secretly regret not saying or doing something else when they go back and reflect on it. Zhang Jiale is probably in that state now.

"Stop fooling around, it's starting." Sun Zheping reminded them, as the Scarlet Queen's low growls could already be heard from the other side.

"I'll provide support, you focus on the attack. Don't get bogged down by the other side." Zhang Jiale's playful expression vanished, replaced by a serious tone.

"Ah."

As the countdown reached zero, the Crimson Queen's excited roar resounded, and a crimson battle aura ignited around Zai Shui Yi Xia, instantly applying enhancements to her body.

They made no attempt to hide and charged forward relentlessly!
All the Berserkers present slightly changed their expressions: the Russian national team, the English national team, the Italian national team...

If it were me, would I have exposed my position like that and launched an attack on the enemy?
It's possible, but I'm afraid they'll think it over a lot and give up on adopting a more cautious approach.
However, Sun Zheping on the field seemed to disdain any schemes or tricks. It seemed that with his skills and techniques, he could easily overcome any traps set by his opponents.

"Just that invincible aura alone is enough to keep me studying for a long time," Yu Feng said with a wry smile.

The lowest level of arrogance is presumption, which is superficial and eager to be seen by others, making them afraid.

True arrogance is ingrained in one's very bones; one is indifferent to the attitudes of others. But it is precisely this indifference that can frighten everyone.

When you see Sun Zheping and Han Wenqing, this feeling becomes very obvious. Even reporters and fans at autograph sessions will subconsciously become reserved when they see them.

The press conferences of the Ember team are always lively, but no reporter has ever dared to provoke Sun Zheping...

This kind of wildness is a quality that cannot be imitated.

Just like some big shots who exude an imposing aura without being angry, their words subconsciously command people to listen.

If you insist on imitating, you might get slapped and yelled at, "Did you leave your vocal cords at home? Speak louder! You think you can play Glory with that volume?!"
Hmm, that's probably how it feels?

Trying to draw a tiger but ending up with a dog instead.

"Keep it up." Zou Yuan clenched his fists tightly, looking expectantly at the two figures on the big screen.

Yu Feng was stunned for a moment, somewhat surprised, because Zou Yuan's eyes not only held longing, but also a hint of... ambition.

Xiao Zou has made considerable progress.

Yu Feng smiled and looked at the field.

That's right, just as Xiang Yu, the King of Chu, once said, "He can be replaced!" What kind of logic is it to be three points weaker than the enemy before the battle even begins? There is no such logic in the world!
Clearly, Kim Tae-min and Pedro thought the same thing.

Pedro snorted coldly: "That berserker doesn't seem to take us seriously."

"Facts will prove it. Let's go and set up those locations first." Kim Taemin smiled, not paying much attention, but there was still a hint of annoyance in his small eyes.

This berserker is really looking down on people...

Alright, I'll deal with you properly after I take care of that ammunition expert who's been helping you out!

……

"Their actions... are a bit strange?" Yu Wenzhou pushed up his glasses. "A detour, are they afraid to engage in a direct confrontation?"

"He chickened out," Sun Xiang said nonchalantly. "With Senior Sun Zheping's aggressive fighting style, even I would have to try to weaken his morale before I could fight him..."

"What do you mean by weakening morale? You just mean consuming the duration of Crimson Queen's EX skill," Fang Rui muttered.

"I'm not an idiot, okay? With EX mode and the Berserker's own enhanced skills, my attack speed can rival that of a lightsaber swordsman. I'd have to be brain-dead to fight him during this time." Sun Xiang said confidently, "If you're so capable, let me farm a level 7 Fighter's Will before we duel in the wild. Then even Lord Grim won't be a problem."

"...If I really had the will of a seventh-level fighter, I could beat them even if I threw a handful of rice." Huang Shaotian muttered to himself.

The captain said to take care of Sun Xiang's feelings and not to have a direct conflict with him, but... I just couldn't help it.

"Huh?" Li Wen was taken aback. "Look at Kim Taemin on the other side. The skill he crafted on his arm armor is..."

The fighter's advanced skill: [Overlord Fist]!
Moreover, his behavior was somewhat strange...

……

"It's not just that judoka who's strange, but also that ghost swordsman." Li Xuan frowned. "Setting up a ghost array in this location?"

“He…no, that’s not right, he wasn’t planning to set up a ghost array.” Wu Yuce’s expression froze: “They are…”

Deploy the battlefield in advance.

Just like catching fish, you first need to drain the water from the fishpond, then pull up a large net, carefully arrange everything from front to back, and finally watch the big fish struggle and jump around in the net.

Kim Tae-min laughed. Although he didn't know how to fish, he really enjoyed using nets to catch fish...

(End of this chapter)