The instant Du Ming left the arena, enthusiastic cheers erupted from the away team's section of the stands.

The Xingxin fans who had traveled with the team were completely unable to compete with the Samsara fans fighting on their home turf. If one wasn't paying close attention, it was almost impossible to hear them cheering for Xingxin. But they never gave up because of their weak presence. They had been putting their hearts into cheering for Team Xingxin.

Too many people hadn't expected Xingxin to get this far. Some even thought that Xingxin reaching this point was already a rare success. Even if they ultimately lost to Samsara, their debut season was glorious enough.

But these Xingxin fans who had rushed to Samsara's home stadium weren't thinking that way at all. They were doing their best to cheer for their team, even under the overwhelming pressure of Samsara's home crowd. What they were hoping for wasn't just a glorious defeat.

They were hoping for victory. They were hoping for a championship.

Even if they were laughed at for being unrealistic, the desire in their hearts couldn't be dispelled.

Even the weakest team has ambitions for the championship. Xingxin had fought their way here. A glorious defeat? Enough glory? They didn't need those things. All they needed was victory, just the championship, nothing more.

So they absolutely couldn't lose this round of matches today. This was their last chance.

But despite having this determination, everyone knew that today's match would be exceptionally difficult. Playing away from home, with the opponent leading by one game, Xingxin was facing the pressure.

Many people had probably forgotten this point. In their hearts, they probably felt that Xingxin wasn't under any pressure, because it was normal for Xingxin to lose. Xingxin shouldn't have too high expectations.

But facts speak louder than words. Xingxin was using their performance to tell everyone that their preparations weren't for welcoming defeat. Even at this point, they were still charging towards victory.

A two-point lead in the individual competition.

First to kill an opponent in the team competition.

Regardless of how this leading situation was created, regardless of what the final result of this round would be, at this moment, invigorating! Xingxin's performance was too invigorating! It made Xingxin's fans feel like they had taken a stimulant, especially those at the scene. The uproar they instantly created was a challenge to Samsara's devilish home stadium.

So what if we are weak? So what if we are few in number? We are in the lead now, with a significant lead of three points.

In terms of the game situation, Xingxin's lead was enough to silence their opponents, especially since Su Mucheng's Dancing Rain was unharmed after effortlessly killing Du Ming's Cloud Piercer. The blood that Fang Rui's Boundless Sea had lost was all from when he was sandwiched by Lu Boyuan and Du Ming. This point was earned quite perfectly.

But how could Samsara's fans tolerate Xingxin's fans being so smug in their home stadium? Even if they weren't very confident, they were unwilling to show weakness in the face of such provocation.

The stadium was once again swept by waves of sound, with Samsara's fans ultimately overwhelming Xingxin's cheers. But they were only relying on sheer numbers and loud voices. In terms of confidence, they really weren't as confident as Xingxin's fans, who numbered less than a tenth of them.

Hurry up and cheer!

It would be a lie to say that Samsara's fans weren't anxious, especially seeing the opposing fans being so excited and smug. Even if their voices drowned out the opponent, they didn't feel much joy of victory. Because true victory wasn't shouted out by them, but needed to be achieved by the players on the field. If they couldn't overwhelm their opponents on the field, their hearts would always be empty, even if their voices drowned out the opponent outside the field.

Cheer! Cheer!

Samsara's fans kept silently chanting in their hearts, but from this side, there was no sign of any possible turning point. Du Ming's Cloud Piercer had been killed, and Fang Minghua's healer, Laughter Song, automatically entered the field. Lu Boyuan's Cloud Mountain Chaos quickly came to join him, and the rhythm of protecting the healer clearly outweighed the intention of counterattacking.

Hope, is it still necessary to seek on the other side?

Scrapyard.

Ye Xiu's entanglement with Samsara's three great experts had never stopped. There was no direct confrontation, but just breaking free time and time again was enough to be amazing. Ye Xiu had also paid a great price in terms of consumption, both personally and in terms of his character.

His rhythm was gradually becoming chaotic, and his control over Lord Grim was not as perfect as it was at the beginning.

Zhou Zekai, Sun Xiang, Jiang Botao.

Any one of these three players was capable of going one-on-one with Ye Xiu on the field. No one dared to lightly say who would win or lose. But now, Ye Xiu needed to fight three opponents alone. The energy and operations required were not as simple as three times.

This can be seen from the hand speed statistics so far in the game. Ye Xiu's average hand speed in this game is currently 340. The stage average, which is the statistic from when Lord Grim entered the scrapyard and started fighting against the three Samsara players, is as high as 510.

510!

For too many professional players, this would be a peak value, but now, this is Ye Xiu's average speed.

When they saw this data, the audience was more amazed, but for the professional players, they had forgotten to be amazed. In their opinion, an average speed of 510 operations was simply cruel.

Cruel to the opponent, and also cruel to himself.

But now, the opponent is using three people to digest this hand speed of 510 operations. More precisely, it's not that they are digesting it, but that Ye Xiu is using this average speed of 510 to digest the pressure that these three people are creating for him. This cruelty is now completely being borne by Ye Xiu himself.

"Too reckless..." Even Han Wenqing said such a thing, and he had always been fearless in the game.

Zhang Xinjie, who was next to him, frowned and carefully observed the curve under the hand speed data. After all, 510 is also an average value calculated. During this stage, it is impossible for the hand speed to be exactly this value every minute and every second, without any deviation. There will definitely be highs and lows. So Zhang Xinjie was trying to find a relatively flat stage in the curve, which was probably when Ye Xiu was adjusting and resting. He felt that this was the only way to maintain this average speed of 510.

But, no...

The hand speed curve was very chaotic, with many large ups and downs. From this chaotic hand speed curve, it can be seen that Ye Xiu was really passive. His operations were all carried out under the pressure of his opponents. If he hadn't repeatedly relied on bursts to maintain it, Lord Grim might have already become a corpse.

And judging from the changes in the curve, Ye Xiu was becoming more and more strained. The three Samsara players obviously noticed this, so even though they knew that being dragged down by Ye Xiu one-on-three would be detrimental to the overall situation, they didn't make any adjustments. Even after Du Ming's Cloud Piercer was killed, and his name and portrait turned gray, the three people's attacks became even more resolute.

This was the price they paid for persevering. At this moment, only by resolutely killing Lord Grim could this price be exchanged back.

Almost there!

Lord Grim's health was still at 52%, which looked like more than half, but all three of them had noticed that Ye Xiu's reaction and response were not as smooth as before. They knew that their opponent was on the verge of being defeated by them.

"Ye Xiu is reaching his limit..." Huang Shaotian said with a solemn expression. Yu Wenzhou, who was next to him, didn't raise any objections. Wang Jiexi, who was in the front row, and Liu Xiaobie, a hand speed expert from Tiny Herb, were also silent.

"Uh..." But on the other side, someone hesitated to speak.

Lou Guan Ning, Zou Yunhai, Wen Kebo, Gu Xiye, Zhong Ye Li.

The five members of Yizhan had also come to watch the game. Although they all had deep, wealthy backgrounds, they were complete juniors in the professional player circle, and their level was not very high. But when the senior experts made such judgments, these five people seemed to have objections. When Wen Kebo heard Huang Shaotian say "reaching his limit," he couldn't help but speak out, but seeing that no one paid attention, he hesitated and didn't speak.

"What's wrong?" Someone next to him asked, it was Sun Zheping, who had come with them.

"This shouldn't... be the limit of the Great God Ye Xiu, right?" Lou Guan Ning said.

"What's wrong?" Sun Zheping asked in confusion.

"Do you all think this is his limit?" Wen Kebo didn't dare to say anything because so many experts had made this judgment.

"You seem to know something?" Sun Zheping said.

"Uh..." The five of them looked at each other.

"We have witnessed his hand speed," Lou Guan Ning said.

Sun Zheping laughed. He had seen Ye Xiu's hand speed nine years ago, okay? That was when Ye Xiu was at his peak. No matter how unconvinced he was now, no matter how many consecutive victories he had, age was still there. Some things can't be had just with determination.

"That, that's not what I meant. We witnessed his hand speed in a different way." Lou Guan Ning realized that Sun Zheping had misunderstood. They were just a few rookie noobs, so of course they wouldn't dare to talk about witnessing in front of an old player like him.

"A different way?" Sun Zheping was puzzled.

"Playing the piano!" Lou Guan Ning said.

"Huh?" Sun Zheping's expression was wonderful. "Playing what kind of piano?"

"Piano!" Wen Kebo answered quickly.

"Who's playing?"

"The Great God Ye Xiu!"

"Did you recognize the wrong person?" Sun Zheping was not a hesitant person, but when he heard Yizhan's group talking about Ye Xiu playing the piano, he really didn't dare to believe it.

"Of course not! It was during the All-Star Weekend last year..." Lou Guan Ning quickly told him about the party.

"The rhythm of music is fixed, so according to the time that the Great God Ye Xiu used for that piece, his hand speed can be calculated very accurately. Perhaps playing the piano is a little different from our operation of Glory. But at least when playing the piano, the Great God Ye Xiu's hand speed should be at..." Lou Guan Ning suddenly stopped at the key point and swallowed.

"How much?" Sun Zheping asked.

"900..." Lou Guan Ning's voice trembled a little. It was an answer he had known for a long time, but it still seemed to scare him. "48 seconds, a stable 900 APM."

Chapter 233 The Piano Playing Hand Speed