"This match is too intense!"

With the victory decided, the Microherb (Weicao) arena erupted in applause. Pan Lin and Li Yibo both sighed with emotion, while Ruan Cheng beamed beside them.

Liu Xiaobie's victory, with Flying Swords (Feidao Jian) still having 52% health, meant Microherb (Weicao) had a decent start in the individual competition. Ruan Cheng was naturally delighted; at that moment, he was practically a Microherb (Weicao) brain-dead fan.

"Liu Xiaobie's performance in this match was truly amazing!" Li Yibo commented. "To maintain such a high-speed and continuous operation with such stability, without any obvious mistakes, is really not easy."

"Yes, his technique is really becoming more and more solid," Pan Lin said.

"Let's see how he performs in the next round," Li Yibo said.

"Heh heh heh heh." Ruan Cheng started to chuckle again, like a clueless newbie doing childish math: 48% health, took out Fang Rui; still has 52% health, definitely has a chance to take out Su Mucheng; and then Wang Jiexi will be there to hold the fort, 2 against 1 against Tang Rou, haha, victory in the individual competition belongs to Microherb (Weicao).

But soon, cruel reality slapped Ruan Cheng in the face.

"It seems Liu Xiaobie expended a lot of energy in the previous match…" Li Yibo said, watching the competition.

"Yes, there are noticeably more mistakes," Pan Lin said.

"And even the strongest offensive unleashed through hand speed needs to be done in close proximity to the opponent," Li Yibo said.

"Su Mucheng is carefully not giving him that opportunity, even sacrificing a lot of output for it," Pan Lin said.

"Mm, playing very cleverly, but isn't it a bit too cautious? Liu Xiaobie clearly can't replicate his state from the previous match, perhaps Su Mucheng could play more aggressively, what do you think, Teacher Ruan?" Li Yibo noticed Ruan Cheng was silent again.

Fucking useless!

Ruan Cheng was cursing Liu Xiaobie in his heart.

The possibility of 52% health defeating Su Mucheng's Dancing Rain (Muyu Chengfeng) was rapidly approaching zero. Not only that, but having not found a chance to get close, Ruan Cheng was really worried Liu Xiaobie wouldn't even damage 1% of Dancing Rain's (Muyu Chengfeng) health before being eliminated.

Fortunately, Liu Xiaobie didn't lose so miserably; he still managed to seize a close-quarters opportunity. But…

10%!

That was the final amount of health Flying Swords (Feidao Jian) took from Dancing Rain (Muyu Chengfeng). Ruan Cheng's lips started to tremble; he felt like cursing on this live broadcast viewed by countless people.

"Microherb (Weicao) started well… but it seems the good start wasn't continued!" Pan Lin said.

"Liu Xiaobie's style of play, which consumes a lot of energy, might be better suited for the second position in the individual competition!" Li Yibo suggested.

"Teacher Ruan? Okay, let's continue to pay attention to the next round." Pan Lin wanted to ask Ruan Cheng for his opinion, but seeing his indignant expression, he was afraid he'd give an irrelevant answer that would lower the program's quality, so he simply didn't ask.

Microherb (Weicao) team's second player, Liu Fei, took the stage. She was a female player, playing a Sharpshooter, ID Leaf Under Red (Ye Xia Hong).

Both female, both gun-wielding, but Liu Fei's reputation was far inferior to Su Mucheng's. On the Microherb (Weicao) team, she still wasn't even a first-line main player, only getting some opportunities to play in rotations. She was originally scheduled to play in the individual competition, but ended up encountering the number one gun-wielding expert among female players.

"Although it's 90% health, the gap in strength between the two sides is still there. As long as Su Mucheng doesn't perform abnormally, she should be able to win this," Li Yibo, who had been wary of making predictions, boldly made a judgement this time, showing that many people didn't think there was much suspense in the outcome of this round.

No suspense, but that didn't mean it was uneventful.

The battle between the two female gunners was very exciting. Liu Fei wasn't a god-level player, or even a first-line main player, but being retained by Microherb (Weicao), who had won two championships, meant she still had some skill.

And her performance in this match was exceptionally good. Li Yibo saying Su Mucheng "could win as long as she didn't perform abnormally" was a bit of an overstatement after all.

Fortunately, Su Mucheng didn't slap him in the face this time.

"Liu Fei performed very well, but unfortunately, she met an opponent who performed even better." Li Yibo made the following comment at the end, feeling lingering fear. If Su Mucheng hadn't performed even better, the outcome of this battle might really have been reversed.

Su Mucheng won, and Dancing Rain (Muyu Chengfeng) still had 21% health. Microherb (Weicao) team had already reached their third position, their ace guard, their captain Wang Jiexi took the stage.

From a 52% health lead at the end of the first battle, to a 21% health deficit now, Ruan Cheng had the urge to flee. But the atmosphere at the Microherb (Weicao) arena was still passionate. This frustration of being surpassed after such a large lead didn't seem to affect the morale of these fans, which was truly a strange thing.

"This kind of atmosphere is really irritating!" Chen Guo said.

"Oh?"

"Look at these guys, it's clearly them who are behind now, but the moment Wang Jiexi comes on stage, it's like they're guaranteed to win," Chen Guo said, watching the audience, listening to their shouts.

Yes, at this moment, the Microherb (Weicao) home stadium gave off this kind of feeling, as if it wasn't the Microherb (Weicao) team who was behind, as if they were definitely going to win. Everyone's faces were filled with super confident expressions, as if they regarded their next opponent as nothing, just a bubble, that their captain Wang Jiexi could pop with a flick of his finger.

"Mucheng, blow him up! Little Tang, blow him up!!" Knowing that the players in the competition seats couldn't hear, Chen Guo still had to shout a few times.

Su Mucheng, Tang Rou, the two girls from Happy (Xingxin) were currently on the field, the two closest to Tang Rou. Seeing them being disregarded by the Microherb (Weicao) fans like this, Tang Rou felt especially unhappy.

"The Microherb (Weicao) fans have this kind of confidence, and it's not without reason, of course," Ye Xiu said with a smile.

"I don't care what the reason is," Chen Guo said, clearly not planning to reason things out this time.

Ye Xiu smiled again. At this moment the match started, and everyone quickly focused on the competition.

A simple and crude map, so naturally there wasn't much foreplay. The characters advanced from both ends, the channel was completely silent.

Today's match had less communication between the players, and of course there were some objective reasons. For example, Fang Rui liked to spout a few sentences in the channel, but today he was up against Liu Xiaobie, a high-intensity hand-speed battle, who had time to type?

In this match, Wang Jiexi and Su Mucheng didn't seem to want to chat either. The two quickly met in the center of the map, Su Mucheng's Dancing Rain (Muyu Chengfeng), relying on the advantage of attack range, took the first shot.

Boom!

A cannonball flew out.

Wang Bu Liu Xing's movement speed didn't decrease at all, even riding his broom straight towards the cannonball. Just at the moment when they were about to collide, he suddenly veered to the side, brushed past the edge, the whole process was done in one go. Was this cannonball supposed to be an obstacle? It didn't feel like it!

Swish swish swish swish!

The arena erupted in applause, just a dodge, and the Microherb (Weicao) fans seemed as excited as if there was an eruption.

"Making a fuss over nothing!" Chen Guo said through gritted teeth.

"It was indeed very brilliant!" Ye Xiu said.

Chen Guo didn't speak, because the real voice in her heart told her that, when Wang Bu Liu Xing had nonchalantly dodged that cannonball without slowing down, she almost abandoned her position and screamed with the Microherb (Weicao) fans.

"Very stimulating technique," Wei Chen said, but then added, "But it's not a gimmick."

Of course it wasn't a gimmick, Wang Jiexi's method was the most time-saving dodging method. To keep his character approaching the opponent at the fastest speed, how could that be called a gimmick?

Anti-Tank Missile!

Dancing Rain (Muyu Chengfeng) jumped back, a triangular shot, three Anti-Tank Missiles flew out.

The three cannonballs, of course, had some order. Wang Bu Liu Xing didn't dodge again, he charged straight again.

What was he going to do this time?

"You sister!!" Accompanied by even more frantic shouts from the audience, Wei Chen cursed.

Wang Bu Liu Xing actually used a spiral flight to drill into the three cannonballs fired in a triangular shot. Then, his spinning body just happened to dodge the three cannonballs arriving one after another.

Incredibly fast, unbelievably precise. The broadcast desperately cut to slow-motion replay, over and over, wishing that this match could just stop broadcasting altogether.

"Really strong!" Even Ye Xiu sincerely praised. This person, who after him, almost completed the three-peat again.

Wang Bu Liu Xing, at the fastest speed, in the most completely unstoppable manner, charged towards Dancing Rain (Muyu Chengfeng).

Of course, Su Mucheng wasn't that simple either. Wang Bu Liu Xing was approaching forward, Dancing Rain (Muyu Chengfeng) was retreating backward, firing while retreating, but the obstruction didn't have much effect, and the distance between the two sides was gradually decreasing.

Star Ray!

Wang Bu Liu Xing finally chased into his magic scholar's attack range, continuing to fly while throwing out magic items.

The Star Cards transformed into Star Rays, shooting towards Dancing Rain (Muyu Chengfeng) even faster than the character.

Dancing Rain (Muyu Chengfeng) dodged, movement slightly affected, Wang Bu Liu Xing took the opportunity to close in further.

Spike Bomb!

Su Mucheng tried to use a wide range of firepower to obstruct.

Wang Bu Liu Xing suddenly increased his flight altitude, passing through those blooming Spike Bombs with extreme grace, the Spike Bombs landed and bloomed, but everything was unrelated to him.

But the closer the distance, the greater the difficulty of dodging attacks, of course.

Laser Cannon!

This time, Wang Bu Liu Xing finally didn't dodge directly, the Laser Cannon grazed his side, causing Wang Bu Liu Xing to spin in the air, but even that couldn't stop his momentum. While adjusting his body, Wang Jiexi was paying attention to the direction of Wang Bu Liu Xing's shaking, as if even if he fell, he had to fall closer to the target.

"Really fucking amazing!" Wei Chen continued to curse non-stop. Although swearing was commonplace for him, today, appreciating Wang Jiexi's performance, his swear words were more than ever, more densely than ever.

Only cursing could express his emotions, because he couldn't find any words to describe it.

Wang Jiexi and his Wang Bu Liu Xing, unstoppable, carried Microherb (Weicao) and flew forward.