Lü Boyuan left the stage.

His performance today couldn't be called terrible, but it wasn't good either. All he managed to do was defeat Fang Rui, whose character had only fifty-three percent of its health left. This match against Tang Rou was practically a one-sided annihilation.

But Team Samsara was still in the lead, and the Samsara fans in the audience didn't overly criticize him. There was still applause, as a form of comfort and encouragement.

However, this couldn't hide the fact that Lü Boyuan wasn't in good form.

He hadn't played well in the previous match either. He had entered today's match with great determination, but his final performance still fell far short of his expectations.

What exactly was going on?

Lü Boyuan felt like he'd lost his sense of direction, as if he couldn't find the right emotions for the match.

He silently returned to the player's seat, and could only force a smile in the face of his teammates' consolation.

But the match had to continue. Du Ming was already ready to go. Before going on stage, he couldn't help but glance towards Team Happy's player seat. Of course, he didn't see the figure he was always watching from afar.

Because she was on the stage!

Du Ming was a little excited. He had been waiting for this opportunity for a long time, and today he finally got his chance.

Du Ming had never forgotten their last encounter. He and Tang Rou had so little interaction to begin with, and there weren't many scenarios for him to recall.

During that encounter, he was distracted and unfocused, and was ultimately defeated by Tang Rou, who was focused on the game.

Du Ming felt ashamed.

He had let down his team, and even more so, he had let down that rare encounter.

So he was looking forward to another chance like this. He wanted to approach it with the most professional attitude. He also wanted to focus on the match and use victory or defeat to complete a wonderful dialogue.

Du Ming walked onto the stage and into the player's seat.

The eighth match of the individual competition began. Samsara's Du Ming versus Happy's Tang Rou.

The map loaded, and the characters loaded.

Charge!

Soft Mist, Flowing Clouds.

The characters representing the two of them charged out without the slightest hesitation. They quickly met in the center of the canyon.

Their forward pace didn't stop. The two characters charged straight at each other.

Sword up, spear out, clash!

The sound echoed in the canyon. The two characters launched their first attacks almost simultaneously, and then each adjusted and changed their attacks, finally colliding fiercely, resulting in an attack parry.

Immediately afterwards, the second strike, the third strike, the fourth strike!

The sounds of collisions were incessant. Both of them were fighting quickly, starting with a fierce exchange of blows.

"Good form."

On Samsara's side, everyone was paying attention to Du Ming's performance, and they were very satisfied with the rhythm and offensive he displayed from the start.

"Dreams come true, how can he not be motivated?" Fang Minghua said with a smile.

Everyone nodded. Du Ming's performance in this finals was exceptionally outstanding, which was obviously related to the fact that the finals opponent was Happy.

Under the gaze of the girl he admired, Du Ming was no longer as distracted as he was last time. He transformed that attention into extra motivation. So he was always able to put on his best performance, which was why Samsara had been able to confidently send him on stage.

And now, he was once again facing Tang Rou on the stage. He no longer recalled the last time, the time before that, or any other interaction they might have had.

His eyes were only on the match, and his heart was only on victory and defeat.

His attention became particularly focused, perhaps the most focused he had ever been in his professional career.

Some situations that he couldn't usually see clearly or grasp were now clear to Du Ming.

He seized a fleeting opportunity.

Welcoming the Wind, One Blade!

The sharp sword wind came so suddenly that the close exchange between the two characters was suddenly torn apart. In a hurry, Tang Rou could only control Soft Mist to raise her spear to parry with a normal attack. This was completely unable to withstand the powerful force of Welcoming the Wind, One Blade. Fire Dance Flowing Flame was directly deflected by this slash, and Soft Mist was already retreating, but still couldn't escape the sword light of this strike!

Blood splattered, covering the sword light.

Tang Rou had finally done her best to respond to this attack, minimizing the damage as much as possible.

But the previous balanced offensive situation had been disrupted. Sword light rose, Triple Slash!

Flowing Clouds had suddenly appeared at Soft Mist's side, and this was only the second slash of the Triple Slash.

"Amazing!" Even the great swordsman Huang Shaotian couldn't help but exclaim in praise. This strike, the distance, the angle, the timing, everything was grasped to the point of perfection. There was no way to dodge this strike, no matter how fast Tang Rou's reaction or operation was.

Another wound was added, and Du Ming had completely established the initiative of the attack. The sword light shone brightly, mercilessly slashing towards Soft Mist.

The Samsara fans in the audience were excited. The previous depression was swept away, and they immediately returned to the time when Zhou Zekai swept away his opponents in one breath!

They began to wave their arms, they began to shout, and they began to cheer for Du Ming.

"Take her down in one wave!!!"

They shouted their slogan, this beautiful expectation was the best response to Lü Boyuan's quick defeat in the previous match.

But…

"Take her down in one…"

The slogan was only shouted for the second time, and they couldn't continue after the third word.

Soft Mist's Fire Dance Flowing Flame pointed diagonally towards the sky, and with a Furious Dragon Pierces the Heart, she pierced through Flowing Clouds' offensive with one strike.

Even the professional players were dumbfounded. They realized that this duel was unpredictable, and no one knew what these two on the field could do. Their states had already surpassed themselves. Du Ming was strong, but Tang Rou was even stronger. When they were suppressed by the offensive and everyone was still thinking about how to get rid of it, she completely changed the situation with one strike. She started her offensive with one strike.

This wasn't normal.

This wasn't something that could be explained by ordinary match experience and logic.

The electronic screen in the arena showed a replay of that Furious Dragon Pierces the Heart, but even the professional players had to frown and think about how this strike was generated and how it achieved such an effect.

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The match wouldn't stop because they were thinking. Next was Tang Rou's time to launch an offensive, and next it was Du Ming's Flowing Clouds turn to retreat step by step. The advantage he had just gained was instantly regained by his opponent.

Du Ming didn't panic. He calmly observed the current situation.

The offensive was interrupted, it didn't matter, he would just find it again!

Du Ming's thoughts were so firm. At this moment, he was single-minded. Although his state was triggered by his secret love for Tang Rou, at this moment, he really didn't have this emotion in his heart. The emotion had all been transformed into an obsession with winning or losing the match.

In this wave of fiery attacks launched by the fire-attributed Fire Dance Flowing Flame, the ice-attributed Ice Edge, which was opposite to fire, always had a faint blue sword light that never stopped.

It seemed to be just wandering around, but it always appeared in the most dangerous places, like a firefighter, frequently reducing the heat of Fire Dance Flowing Flame's offensive.

It was waiting for an opportunity.

This time was long, but it was also short, but it would eventually come.

Phantom Invisible Sword!

Ice Edge's sword light suddenly erupted. Du Ming's calmness finally paid off. He seized the opportunity and directly launched the level 70 ultimate skill, Phantom Invisible Sword.

The sword light formed a net, instantly enveloping Soft Mist.

Her offensive was immediately cut off.

But Soft Mist didn't retreat!

If the offensive was cut off, then she would rebuild the offensive.

Hundred Dragons Meteor Strike!

Soft Mist also used her ultimate skill, which could perform rapid stabs at the fan-shaped area. At this time, under Tang Rou's control, it was concentrated on the positive cube and collided violently with Flowing Clouds' Phantom Invisible Sword!

The crisp sound of the collision was endless.

Under the incredible micro-control of the two, these two skills of the same type collided, and neither side gained the upper hand.

But the experts had already realized that this balance would never last until the end.

Because of the last strike!

Phantom Invisible Sword had the last strike, which had the strongest attack power, the highest damage, and an extremely strong judgment with a blow-away effect. The last strike of Hundred Dragons Meteor Strike didn't have such a prominent and domineering effect.

Because of this last strike, the attack judgment of Phantom Invisible Sword would reach a new height, which was definitely not something that Hundred Dragons Meteor Strike could resist. However, the closing action after Hundred Dragons Meteor Strike ended was much faster than the closing action after the last strike of Phantom Invisible Sword.

The outcome of this collision depended on how both sides handled this last strike. And this moment was coming soon!