Physical mage, challenge me to a solo duel!

Facing the twin blades that Takikatsu was slashing at him, the king held his breath, his arm muscles bulging like dragons, and with a horizontal tremor, the blade of the Ink Cloud Halberd slashed unstoppably toward Takikatsu's neck.

The meaning is clear: you cut off my finger, I'll chop off your neck.

Although the king has several defensive options, relying solely on defense will undoubtedly put him at a disadvantage, especially against a nimble close-quarters assassin like Takito. If he takes even a step back, he will be completely caught in the opponent's rhythm, either dying instantly or slowly bleeding to death.

That's why the king chose to use this method of sacrificing his life to forcibly interrupt Takikdo's attack and regain the initiative.

The king was eager to know whether the Black Gold Tree, having been beheaded in its current form, could still survive.

Takito's eyelids twitched. If the Moyun Halberd didn't have that layer of sharpness, Takito wouldn't mind exchanging it with his opponent.

Unfortunately, there is no such thing.

Left with no other choice, Takigaku sheathed his sword and dodged the king's life-swapping technique with a bridge stance, thus giving up this opportunity to close the distance and instead seeking another chance to slowly and deliberately defeat the king.

But Takikatsu soon discovered that it was too difficult for him to find an opportunity with the king.

An inch longer means an inch stronger; an inch shorter means an inch more dangerous.

The next general gave Takikita no room to maneuver, wielding his dark cloud halberd with impenetrable force, leaving no blind spots in any direction, firmly suppressing Takikita to within two meters of him.

A crescent-shaped scimitar, measuring 1.2 feet, is so small that at a distance of two meters, it can't even scratch a hair.

After several dozen moves, Takikatsu was finally forced to admit defeat when the King's halberd pierced his shoulder.

Sometimes, the turning point between victory and defeat, even life and death, is just like that—a chance that lasts only a moment and is fleeting.

After Takita lost, Ma Guocheng sighed and directly suggested:

"We lost the one-on-one, let's team fight."

Besides Ma Guocheng, the only other player left on their side was Zhou Guang, who hadn't played a single game.

Zhou Guang, on the other hand, is a pure and normal medical mage, and does not possess any strange or unusual one-on-one combat abilities.

Compared to Wang Yi, who is also a medical mage, Zhou Guang could say that even if he used all his strength, he wouldn't be able to break through Wang Yi's vortex shield.

Of course, what Ma Guocheng didn't know was that Zhou Guang wasn't the only one who couldn't break through Wang Yi's vortex shield.

Zhou Guang's situation is that he loses no matter who he fights, so Ma Guocheng understands this very well.

Fang Yunchen and Takigaku have already lost two matches, and Zhou Guang is destined to lose. Even if Ma Guocheng can go into the ring and win one match, the opponent's chances of winning are still three to one, which is completely useless.

Moreover, Ma Guocheng didn't feel that he was sure to win.

The only players not currently on the opposing team, besides Wang Yi himself, are Jiang Yue and that unknown girl.

Of course, if Ren Ming is also included in Wang Yi's team, then Ren Ming should also be added.

Wang Yi and Jiang Yue are certainly not weak.

Although Ren Ming was a sycophant, Ma Guocheng had to admit that even if he was a sycophant, he was a sycophant with real ability.

Even if it were to fight that unknown girl, given Qi Xiaohao's experience, Ma Guocheng wouldn't believe that the opponent's strength was related to her reputation.

Since there is no hope in the individual competition, we might as well put our hopes on the team battle and hope that they can rely on their years of preparation, perfect teamwork and exquisite coordination to defeat the opposing team.

"Team fight?" Wang Yi thought for a moment, then decisively agreed to Ma Guocheng's suggestion: "No problem."

"Then you can choose yourselves," Ma Guocheng said. "We only have four people in total, so we don't have room for choice."

Wang Yi looked back at his team; he had quite a few options.

Including Wang Yi himself, there are a total of six people. At most, four can be selected to play in the team competition, which is quite a difficult decision.

After a moment's hesitation, Wang Yi decided to give up on having Ren Ming participate in the competition.

Since the goal is to see the strength of the new generation, then Ren Ming, as an old student, doesn't need to participate and pretend to be young.

Ren Ming actually intended to take advantage of Wang Yi's popularity to teach Ma Guocheng a lesson, but he didn't expect that Wang Yi had no intention of letting him play at all.

Excuse me, but substitute players should have the awareness of being substitute players.

Wang Yi raised his right hand, rubbed his chin for a few seconds, and an idea suddenly popped into his mind.

A fair and square crushing victory.

So Wang Yi chose Jiang Yue, who hadn't played yet, and Qi Xiaohao, who had won the first match.

With Wang Yi and himself, there are three people participating, which should be enough.

Wang Yi initially intended to arrange it this way, but then he considered that such a blatant three-on-four confrontation would be too contemptuous and disdainful, and would be too much of a target of hatred. If he was not careful, he could easily provoke Ma Guocheng and his group.

So Wang Yi pointed at Wang Jiang again, asking him to gather the number of people. He only needed to stand on the arena and didn't need to fight.

Wang Jiang naturally had no objections.

After Wang Yi's team selected their members, they had a brief conversation, and then both teams entered the arena and lined up on either side of the ring.

The initial distance in team matches is much greater than in individual matches, to allow for different positioning for different team tactics.

"Brother Yi, if Lao Wang doesn't need to make a move, then we're basically fighting three against four, right? Is there some amazing tactical plan?" Qi Xiaohao asked with a grin, rubbing his hands together.

"You must remember this saying: when all else fails, the tactic is to use infiltration..."

Wang Yi spoke calmly, recounting his sudden flash of inspiration.

But before he could finish speaking, the battle had already begun.

Seeing that the four people opposite had begun to unleash their magic, Wang Yi hurriedly made his move as well.

He first waved his hand to summon a fiery cloud that amplified Qi Xiaohao's fire and lightning magic, and then slapped a wind seal that amplified Jiang Yue's wind magic.

He then used his sense of touch to explore the surrounding terrain, instantly locking onto the positions of the four people opposite him, and then used his sense of command to share his perception with Qi Xiaohao and Jiang Yue.

"When poor, use tactical infiltration; when rich, use firepower bombardment."

Qi Xiaohao and Jiang Yue heard the second half of Wang Yi's sentence, and then the positions of Ma Guocheng, Takita, Fang Yunchen, and Zhou Guang began to appear clearly in their minds.

Even the spells they cast were labeled.

It feels like having a god-like perspective in a game, with an extra view of the entire map and skill descriptions.

They were not hypnotized by Wang Yi, so they naturally could not obey Ling Nian's orders. Moreover, Wang Yi was not giving orders, but merely transmitting some images into their minds in the form of commands through Ling Nian.

Such an unprecedented and novel experience made Qi Xiaohao's eyes widen and his mouth open wide enough to fit a fist. Even Jiang Yue's warm smile began to distort slightly, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Wang Yi waved his hand lightly, and thick ice walls rose from the ground, transforming into a solid dome to block the attack magic thrown from the opposite side. Then, he raised his right hand and pointed at the four people opposite him through the ice walls.

In the images in Qi Xiaohao and Jiang Yue's minds, the four people who were moving and casting magic were suddenly enveloped by a red frame with a large red X drawn inside.

What exactly constitutes the strongest support?

Wang Yi raised his chin slightly, grinned, and gave a wild and unrestrained smile as he boldly issued tactical instructions to Qi Xiaohao and Jiang Yue.

"Now, lock onto them, go full throttle, and blow them up!"

The next moment, fire and thunder surged, and the wind howled. The magic, amplified by the evil clouds and the seal of wind, precisely locked onto the opponent's position, flying up into the sky and bombarding everything in its path.