Fang Minghua sensed Happy's intentions and immediately felt bad. He was, of course, well aware of the mobility of their Samsara characters. In theory, Assassin, Battle Mage, and Zhou Zekai's Sharpshooter were all classes with excellent mobility. Of the characters on the field, only his Xiaoge Zi Ruo and Jiang Botao's Wulang were slightly inferior.

But now, his Xiaoge Zi Ruo didn't need to run at all. Ye Xiu's Jun Mo Xiao and Tang Rou's Han Yanrou were alternating the use of skills with blow-away and knock-back effects at high speed to help him move. Xiaoge Zi Ruo was now moving faster than he could by sprinting on the ground.

These two, coupled with Su Mucheng's interference with the pursuers behind them, and the coordination of assisting them whenever there was an opportunity, formed a very complete routine.

A Battle Mage and Sharpshooter class combination?

Ye Xiu and Su Mucheng, the best partners?

At this time, they were all encompassed in this routine, tacit understanding, rigorous! Samsara's Wu Qi's Canren Mo Jing, running at high speed after activating the Xiaoxing skill, could only keep up closely. Sun Xiang's One Autumn Leaf, without the blessing of attribute-less magic patterns, was obviously much inferior. Jiang Botao's Wulang was even more unnecessary to mention. He had been left further and further behind, and his situation was quite awkward.

"What courage!" The professional players discussed among themselves. The method adopted by Happy was obviously somewhat beyond their expectations.

In the finals, especially in the decisive game, everyone would always be particularly cautious, so there was the saying, "There are no famous games in big matches."

But what about the coordination adopted by Happy now? In everyone's eyes, this was an extremely risky way to play. While attacking Xiaoge Zi Ruo, they also had to use skills to carry him away, and also had to be faster than those Samsara characters whose mobility was not weak at all. The difficulty of this coordination was extremely high, and there were too many aspects to take into account. The slightest mistake would probably lead to failure.

Happy's healer, Little Cold Hands, was currently being bombarded by Zhou Zekai's One Autumn Leaf. Happy had no intention of supporting him at all. If the coordination on this side failed, it would probably be impossible to save Little Cold Hands. Little Cold Hands had already lost most of his health. Even if they were to fight a positional battle, Samsara could decisively and cleanly eliminate Little Cold Hands with a wave of focused fire while enduring the damage.

Succeed or die!

Happy's strategy of exchanging healers was so resolute. They were walking on a tightrope, leaving themselves no room for retreat. One wrong step, and it would be an unrecoverable abyss!

So, compared to this wonderful cooperation, the professional players admired Happy's courage even more.

However, because a large part of their energy had to be put on moving and helping Xiaoge Zi Ruo move, although it was Ye Xiu and Tang Rou's characters who were outputting, the efficiency was mediocre. It was even inferior to Zhou Zekai's violent output on Little Cold Hands alone.

Zhou Zekai was slightly relieved after measuring this point, but he did not give up his attention to this end. Seeing that his three players couldn't catch up with the other side, Zhou Zekai had decided to intervene and provide support. He could see that Happy's style of play was very difficult and demanding. With a little interference, it might be possible to disrupt it.

His One Autumn Leaf was no faster than Canren Mo Jing or One Autumn Leaf, but he was a ranged attacker. Even standing in his current position, he could send bullets to interfere with Ye Xiu and Tang Rou.

Having made up his mind, One Autumn Leaf suddenly took a step back, turned sideways, and raised his hand.

Bang, the gun fired, a figure, a spray of blood!

Little Cold Hands suddenly leaned to one side, blocking the muzzle.

Knee strike!

One Autumn Leaf lifted his knee. Right now, he was not in a hurry to control Little Cold Hands. The situation over there might only require a bullet to destroy it. He only needed such a small gap, and in such a small gap, could a healer kill his One Autumn Leaf?

An Wenyi, of course, couldn't do anything to him. Right now, he only had one belief in his heart: no matter what, he had to block Zhou Zekai's support.

His Little Cold Hands had no combat ability. The little tricks he used to exchange blows with Samsara's healer were not even child's play in front of Zhou Zekai. All he could use was Little Cold Hands' body, and all he could do was use Little Cold Hands' life to block One Autumn Leaf's attack.

An Wenyi dared to guarantee that he had never been so focused in his life. Even though Little Cold Hands had only been passively beaten, when Zhou Zekai suddenly made One Autumn Leaf dodge, and suddenly wanted to shoot bullets elsewhere, he could always immediately detect it, and would desperately try to stop it.

Sometimes he could do it, sometimes he couldn't.

But this time, he knew how crucial it was, and he knew that he couldn't afford to lose.

Little Cold Hands lunged forward, blocking a shot.

But then came another knee strike.

An Wenyi saw it very clearly, very clearly.

Little Cold Hands really did jump backward.

The knee strike missed!

But originally sticking to the opponent for dear life, this dodge created a gap of one step.

One Autumn Leaf raised his gun again, two gun muzzles.

Little Cold Hands jumped up!

An Wenyi didn't let her block any of the muzzles. She jumped up and pounced on One Autumn Leaf's head. She was blocking One Autumn Leaf's eyes, blocking Zhou Zekai's vision.

In an instant, Zhou Zekai's screen only saw a bloodstained priest's robe.

Blind shot?

Zhou Zekai did have some of this ability. But the problem was that he had to shoot a moving target, and a target that was moving extremely fast. Even with a line of sight, it required very precise control of the lead. To blind shot at such a target, even Zhou Zekai would be a bit too much.

Even so, the gun still fired.

The bullet was loaded, and firing it was still a hope.

The gunshot made An Wenyi's heart feel cold, but he didn't dare to look back. If it didn't hit, he would have to continue!

But at this time, One Autumn Leaf had already jumped up, and his Little Cold Hands was falling after the previous jump. The two characters happened to create a time difference. This time, not to mention Zhou Zekai's vision, even One Autumn Leaf's two gun muzzles were high above.

There was no way...

At this moment, An Wenyi could only watch helplessly. He really had no more means to stop One Autumn Leaf's attack.

Sadness, grief...

An Wenyi hated, hated why his strength was so inadequate.

The gun fired...

In the air, One Autumn Leaf, the two gun muzzles continuously spewed out flames. But then An Wenyi saw Ye Xiu actually speak in the channel, "Keep going!"

Ah?

This time, An Wenyi couldn't help but look back.

Ye Xiu's Jun Mo Xiao was using Charge to hurry on his way. The shield form belonged to the Holy Order, and of course it didn't affect the use of the Charge skill. So, he saw Jun Mo Xiao holding the Myriad Manifestations Umbrella shield to the side of his body, actually blocking One Autumn Leaf's shots all the way.

"Don't rashly think that we will definitely be hit when he fires!" Ye Xiu continued to say.

"Also, Little Zhou, your attack is too rash, isn't it?"

As he spoke, the Myriad Manifestations Umbrella shield was retracted, the tip of the umbrella was folded, revealing the muzzle.

The gun fired!

Ye Xiu actually counterattacked Zhou Zekai's One Autumn Leaf.