Du Ming's face was ashen at this point, and he dared not be careless in the slightest. He summoned the spirit he had during the finals, concentrated one hundred and twenty percent, and fought with Tang Rou, quickly gaining the upper hand.

On the professional player seats, everyone besides the members of Team Samsara were laughing like madmen.

Everyone could see that Du Ming's skill was definitely above that of the beauty. However, this beauty was indeed not as simple as an ordinary player. As a result, Du Ming was careless and was caught off guard by the other side with a low-probability event, losing this round.

But that wasn't the end of it. When the low-probability event happened again, it really made people wonder if it was a low probability or a high probability.

In the eyes of the audience, professional players should win all ten matches against ordinary players, and they could tolerate you losing a few times with a small probability in a hundred matches. But now that three matches had been completed, Du Ming had already lost twice. The jeering booing reached another climax at this time. At this point, even if Du Ming won this round, he wouldn't be able to save face. To prove that these two lost rounds were just unlucky low-probability events happening in succession, he would have to win ten or eight more rounds in a row. But this was the official event of the All-Star Weekend, would he be given such an opportunity?

Thinking of this, Du Ming's mood became even heavier. But he didn't dare to be too distracted at this time. If he was taken down again in this haphazard way, he would really have no face to see anyone in the future.

The completely chaotic match continued. The holographic projection was on the stage, and the host could only stand on the sidelines with a bitter face. He had already found someone to continue persuading Chen Guo, and was constantly turning his head to look in that direction, only to see Ye Xiu walking over. After being stunned for a moment, he recognized that this person seemed to be with those two beauties, and quickly greeted him.

"I'll go get her down!" Ye Xiu said to the host.

"Thank you! Thank you!" The host was so moved that he was about to cry.

Ye Xiu looked around and pointed in a certain direction: "Can you go up from over there?"

The host was stunned for a moment, then immediately nodded: "Yes, right..."

Ye Xiu nodded and went around to that side from the edge of the stage. The host watched Ye Xiu's retreating back, scratching his head in confusion. Once the match started, all the lights were turned off to highlight the holographic projection effect in the arena. The small ladder to the competition stage over there was buried in the darkness, making it impossible to see. This person... was quite familiar with this stadium.

But finally, reinforcements had arrived. The host felt a little more at ease and quickly turned his attention to the situation in the arena. Du Ming was really completely invested in this match. The match was proceeding very quickly. He had been dominating from the beginning. Although Tang Rou's hand speed was still slightly higher, her unorganized fighting style was ultimately suppressed. Du Ming carefully judged and identified which operations were effective and which were random attacks, seizing such opportunities to launch fierce counterattacks.

With Tang Rou's high hand speed, carefully capturing such opportunities was also extremely exhausting, but at this time, Du Ming would no longer feel sorry for this effort. If he didn't take it seriously, he would really lose all face.

This match ended even faster than any previous match. The host estimated the time and knew that the reinforcements definitely hadn't had time to get on stage yet! But if the two of them went off the stage for a while...

There was no "if"...

The host was in tears. These two people didn't even leave the stage. They started a new round of the match directly. And this time, the entire audience could see clearly that the one who turned on the computer and took the initiative to challenge was Du Ming, not Tang Rou who had lost.

Tang Rou simply accepted this challenge.

"Hahahaha, Du Ming is really getting desperate!" There was a lot of laughter among the professional players. They knew Du Ming's thoughts. He urgently hoped to win a few more victories to regain as much face as possible. He knew that this event wouldn't allow the two of them to fight endlessly, but he couldn't help it. He could only take matters into his own hands. In a few minutes, he would win as many rounds as he could!

Tang Rou was still using her newbie's rapid-fire style. Du Ming's desire to win had finally reached its peak. He completely controlled the situation, no longer revealing even the slightest flaw. Relentless attacks, continuous attacks, the unrestrained style finally showed the demeanor of a "Berserker." This round ended even faster than the previous one.

He didn't quit. He invited her to battle again. The one who took the initiative was still Du Ming.

The booing that had been there originally stopped completely at this moment. The audience suddenly understood what Du Ming wanted to do. He just desperately wanted to prove himself. He just wanted to use his actions to respond to the audience's boos.

The Samsara fans in the audience still supported Du Ming from the bottom of their hearts. Their booing could be said to be a reminder to him, reminding him to cheer up quickly. And at this time, they finally saw it. This booing could be considered not in vain, and everyone felt very relieved.

A new round of the match had already begun. Although these two matches were played quickly, the fact was that these two people had been going on and on and on to the sixth match. The host, as the controller of the scene, was in a state of anxiety. His ears were filled with voices from the backstage urging him to resolve the situation quickly. As for the TV broadcast, it was said that it had simply entered commercial time.

But how should it be resolved now? He had finally found a way to deal with Tang Rou, but he didn't expect that the problem wasn't with Tang Rou. It was that Du Ming had lost twice and started to relentlessly want to prove himself...

The helpless host had no choice but to run to the professional players' side again. He hoped that the members of Team Samsara could persuade Du Ming. But in his heart, he felt that this was a bit difficult. The people of Samsara definitely didn't want Du Ming to lose face. They were probably all supporting him in trying to win back the match. In addition, there was that Zhou Zekai from Samsara. If you asked him a question, he would take a minute to consider, and a round on the stage would be over...

The host then realized that he was really divinely calculating today. When he went over to Samsara, the people of Samsara, as he had expected, all pretended to be deaf and dumb and hummed and hawed. Now Du Ming was erupting with all his strength, and since his opponent wasn't avoiding him, just fighting head-on, the battle was proceeding extremely quickly, one or two minutes per round. The host had only said two sentences to the professional player seats when the people from Samsara hesitated slightly, and another match above had already ended.

The victor was still Du Ming, and the one who refused to give up was still Du Ming.

"He's won three rounds in a row..." Du Ming was clear about the number of wins in his heart, but how many rounds did he have to win to be considered good? He didn't have a number in his mind. He only knew that the event wouldn't allow him to continue fighting endlessly, but he couldn't care about that anymore.

"Just fight until someone comes to stop us." Du Ming thought to himself and invited her to battle again. The other side accepted decisively, and the audience on the scene let out bursts of surprised voices. When would this chaotic challenge end?

As soon as the match started, Du Ming immediately devoted himself wholeheartedly. The host was trying hard to persuade the members of Team Samsara, but at this time, Du Ming's teammates showed their team's tacit understanding. They all had the same idea as Du Ming: just fight until someone came to stop them. But the person who stopped them would never be a member of Team Samsara. So, facing the host's earnest persuasion, they all shirked their responsibilities.

In the blink of an eye, another round ended. Du Ming successfully won four rounds in a row. After fully demonstrating the strength that a professional player should have, Tang Rou really didn't have the slightest chance.

Du Ming on the stage looked around and didn't see anyone who was going to stop him, so he immediately made a fifth challenge.

Tang Rou didn't hesitate at all and was about to click Accept immediately, but the hand moving the mouse was already trembling slightly. Just as she was about to click Accept, another hand reached out and pressed her hand down.

Tang Rou was stunned, but soon, she recognized who this person was from this hand alone.

"Alright!" Ye Xiu's voice sounded beside her.

Tang Rou raised her head, her eyes very firm: "I can win."

Ye Xiu nodded: "You can win, but he can also win. He wins ten rounds, you win one round, what does that prove? If you just want to prove that you can win, you've already done it."

"I can beat him!" Tang Rou said.

"You can beat him?" Ye Xiu laughed, "I think you have a bit of a misunderstanding! Glory competitions aren't about which player can stand to the end, but about whose character can stand to the end. Even if you exhaust him to the point where he can't continue the match, I can guarantee that his character will stand to the end more times than yours. He's still the one who wins, not you."

Tang Rou was stunned, looking at her Battle Mage on the screen, and didn't speak for a long time.

"And I have to remind you that there are many professional players with your kind of tenacious will, so don't underestimate others!" Ye Xiu continued.

The image on the electronic screen was frozen for a long time. Before, they always couldn't wait to enter the match, but this time, no one responded for a long time.

"Only four matches! Why don't you accept?" Du Ming couldn't sit still. The current total record was five to two, and he felt that this was far from enough to save his face. He wanted to win a few more matches decisively to vindicate himself in front of all the audience.

"What's wrong, can't you do it anymore?" The professional players no longer joked at this time and discussed in low voices by team. For teams other than Samsara, they didn't care how Du Ming would fare. They were very willing to take this opportunity to see how much energy this new player had.

The only one who was beaming was the host. He guessed that the reinforcements he had brought had finally played a role and persuaded the beauty not to continue. So the host immediately stopped wasting words with the people from Samsara and ran to the arena decisively.

On the electronic display screen, Tang Rou's game interface on this side went dark, but it was because she had already quit the game. Tang Rou stood up and was ready to leave the stage with Ye Xiu.

No one expected that Du Ming's voice would suddenly sound in the arena.

"What's wrong, beauty? Are you afraid to come?"

This was a common provocation between professional players, but to do it to an ordinary player was a bit lacking in grace. However, for Du Ming at this time, he felt that winning these matches was not enough. Since the other party didn't want to fight anymore, he hoped that the other party could say a word of surrender.

Afraid? There was never such a word in Tang Rou's dictionary. She immediately turned around and was about to fight again, but she saw Ye Xiu calmly turn on the loudspeaker switch in the competition booth.

"How about I try?" Ye Xiu said.

The whole place was in an uproar. Where did this person come from?

Chapter 178 Let Me Try