Chapter 174 The Odds

Whoa!

The stadium exploded.

How lucky! Countless Tyranny fans were thinking this in grief and indignation.

Luck, no one can clearly explain or deny it, yet no one can ignore its existence. And at this moment, it was so clearly and intensely displayed in front of everyone. A random movement, so appropriately and perfectly timed—if it wasn't luck, what else could it be?

To have one's life or death decided by luck was undoubtedly the most unwilling and helpless outcome for the losing side, so it's no wonder the Tyranny fans were so displeased.

"What an unexpected turn of events! Mo Fan actually adopted such a luck-based style! This is quite the surprise attack!" Pan Lin exclaimed. Mo Fan's most profound impression on people was his patience and caution, even excessive caution. For a player with such a personality to adopt this kind of desperate, luck-based approach without any certainty was truly astonishing.

But was it really like that?

Off the field, on the Tyranny's player bench, Zhang Xinjie's electronic tactical board displayed the distance between Deception and Zero Degree Celsius when Mo Fan used his Shadow Clone Technique.

The maximum distance of the Shadow Clone Technique's teleportation was marked with a circle on his tactical board, and the area within the circle was further divided into multiple sections. The sections marked in red were extremely dangerous close-quarters combat positions for Zero Degree Celsius, yellow were relatively threatening attack positions, blue were not very threatening to Zero Degree Celsius, and black were somewhat disadvantageous to Deception…

The black area occupied so little of the area covered by the Shadow Clone Technique, the blue area occupied the largest portion, followed by yellow, and although red was slightly less, it still accounted for 14.5% of the total area. The black area, after calculation, was only 8.2%.

Regardless of how much of a chance Mo Fan had to seize an attacking opportunity after using the Shadow Clone Technique, at least the probability of the Shadow Clone Technique putting him at a disadvantage was only 8.2%.

The Shadow Clone Technique was not just a game of chance; the 8.2% chance of disadvantage already largely put Mo Fan in an invincible position. This choice was, in fact, based on that safety.

Mo Fan was still Mo Fan; he wasn't taking risks. He was willing to rely on luck because that luck wasn't a double-edged sword; its blade was mostly pointed at Zero Degree Celsius.

And in the end, he hit it!

Deception completed the close-quarters combat, and after the Empty Cicada Double Kill, a series of attacks followed. The close-quarters distance was so short that Qin Muyun couldn't smoothly use the Gun-Fu fighting style of a Sharpshooter. Gun-Fu required a certain distance and space.

Zero Degree Celsius retreated continuously, defending rather passively.

Deception pressed forward step by step. Fireworks-style play? It didn't appear! After several combos, Mo Fan continued to relentlessly attack with Deception.

If there was a difference, this was where Mo Fan's performance differed from his previous matches. He didn't choose to retreat immediately after reaching his limit; he was fighting, persevering. He had realized his many shortcomings compared to Qin Muyun. Against such a comprehensive and stable player, on such a map, it was difficult for him to repeatedly take the initiative using the fireworks style. The opportunity might only be this once; he had no other choice. He could only overcome his limits and continue forward.

How long could he last?

Those who truly understood Mo Fan's style were concerned about this question. And that included Qin Muyun on the field.

Mo Fan's style was so distinct; it was always easier to analyze players with distinct characteristics. Rather than someone like Qin Muyun, whose solid and stable fundamentals were so commonplace that people overlooked them.

These two, in terms of background and style, could indeed be called two extremes, like a set of antonyms.

Mo Fan used a completely random movement method to break Qin Muyun's excellent judgment and restrictive abilities in this area. What about Qin Muyun? Although he was in a passive position, he remained calm and stable because he knew that Mo Fan's burst had flaws in its sustainability. Perhaps it was a problem with concentration, or perhaps it was a problem with operational stability. In any case, he shouldn't panic. If he persevered, an opportunity would always appear.

Persevere!

The theme for both of them was perseverance.

What kind of feeling was this?

Mo Fan gradually felt his consciousness become numb. His brain seemed to have stopped working. All he could see was Qin Muyun's character, Zero Degree Celsius. The surrounding scenery seemed to have been automatically filtered out. However, the movements of his fingers never paused for a moment. But what were they doing? Mo Fan sometimes didn't even realize what kind of operation he had just completed until his character released a skill…

His mind was gradually unable to keep up with his actions.

Opportunity!

Qin Muyun, who had been waiting for a long time, finally found an opening. Zero Degree Celsius's knee struck out, and his other foot slid back, instantly creating distance between him and Deception.

Gunfire erupted, and Qin Muyun immediately began his counterattack.

Everyone was stunned!

In their eyes, the change in the situation had occurred so suddenly and without warning. Wasn't Deception playing quite smoothly?

But no matter what, Qin Muyun had now regained the initiative.

The change in position caused Mo Fan's somewhat stiff consciousness to jolt back.

Defense was not his forte; he was good at escaping.

But completely escaping from a Gunner's attack was quite troublesome; the Gunner's attack range was too large.

From this point of view, Mo Fan's fireworks-style play, which required repeated advances and retreats, was actually more difficult to use against ranged classes. The retreat to create distance was tantamount to releasing a tiger back into the mountains for ranged classes.

So, when fighting a ranged class, one shouldn't think about completely shaking off the opponent's attacks and starting over; that was releasing space for the opponent to set up obstacles. When fighting a ranged class, close-quarters suppression was still the key. Even the fireworks-style play couldn't go against this principle.

But Mo Fan insisted on not engaging in close-quarters suppression. His Deception ran away, looking like he would only be happy when he escaped Zero Degree Celsius's attack range as quickly as possible.

"This… is a bit unwise, isn't it?" Pan Lin said.

"He shouldn't have given up the close-quarters opportunity so easily. Mo Fan still lacks some experience!" Li Yibo agreed with Pan Lin's assessment.

Deception wanted to run, and Qin Muyun certainly wouldn't let him get away so easily. Zero Degree Celsius closely pursued.

Mo Fan couldn't completely shake him off, and at this distance, Deception simply couldn't counterattack Zero Degree Celsius. He had taken the initiative to create this distance, and Qin Muyun was happy to see it happen and didn't obstruct him too much. Pan Lin and Li Yibo were extremely proud of their foresight and endlessly sighed in the broadcast.

However… although Mo Fan was being passively beaten, Qin Muyun's attack efficiency wasn't very good either.

Deception moved nimbly, dodging and weaving through Zero Degree Celsius's firepower. He didn't shake off Qin Muyun, but Qin Muyun couldn't kill him for the time being either.

Mo Fan's ability to dodge attacks and escape, which he had honed in the great melee battles, was being well-displayed in this one-on-one situation.

At this distance, not only was Qin Muyun attacking comfortably, but Mo Fan was also dodging attacks comfortably.

He needed to get closer!

The further away a ranged attacker is, the lower their hit rate. The current distance wasn't considered far, but Mo Fan's superb escape and evasion skills made the distance seem somewhat awkward.

Qin Muyun began to appropriately advance Zero Degree Celsius, but Mo Fan's Deception suddenly darted out at this moment!

Arc Flash!

The Assassin skill, Deception suddenly burst forward a distance, and Qin Muyun was also advancing Zero Degree Celsius, immediately feeling something was wrong.

This distance was too close!

Fire a shot, jump back.

Qin Muyun, who had just wanted to close the distance, now wanted to widen the distance in the blink of an eye.

But this time Mo Fan didn't retreat. After Arc Flash, Shadow Clone Technique…

What was wrong?

Qin Muyun was stunned. This scene felt so familiar!

But the operation didn't stop. Zero Degree Celsius continued to retreat while attacking to control the distance between them.

Movement Technique!

Another skill came.

Qin Muyun completely understood what was about to happen. This was a repeat of the same trick.

Qin Muyun tried to stop him but failed. After Movement Technique, the Shadow Clone Technique came again.

Where was he!

The calm and composed Qin Muyun was slightly flustered at this moment. Zero Degree Celsius's vision spun rapidly.

He wasn't so unlucky every time. This time, the random teleportation created by the Shadow Clone Technique didn't create any threat. However, Qin Muyun didn't have any advantage either. As Zhang Xinjie analyzed, only 8.2% of the random teleportation positions of the Shadow Clone Technique were relatively unfavorable to Mo Fan.

And this time, he didn't gain an opportunity, but he didn't suffer a loss either. It was just a useless effort.

Mo Fan controlled Deception to retreat quickly, and Qin Muyun controlled Zero Degree Celsius to press forward.

Attack, dodge…

Qin Muyun understood why Mo Fan had run away earlier instead of continuing to pressure him up close, which would have been the usual approach.

Because for Mo Fan, running away a certain distance to dodge attacks was something he was more confident in than pressing forward head-on.

And in this kind of dodging, he was waiting for an opportunity, a new round of using the Shadow Clone Technique to gamble on a chance to get close.

It sounded a bit ridiculous.

He had already seized a close-quarters position, but he was taking the initiative to retreat, going through a lot of trouble to seize it again…

But there was no way around it; this was Mo Fan's style, this was the situation he could control. Maintaining a close-quarters fight wasn't what he was good at. His burst period was so short, and although he desperately tried to persist, he would eventually be interrupted and countered. In that situation, running away was his most skilled and confident technique.

Then he would turn around and come back again, creating close combat opportunities again, getting close again, bursting again, and persevering again.

A fireworks-style play, a very, very big firework.

Mo Fan hadn't changed at all. He wasn't gambling on luck, he wasn't hoping for a miracle. He was using his terrifying patience and his own way of doing things to create this set of unglamorous but helpless brushing-rate play.

Arena Competition, Round 6, Happy, Mo Fan wins.

Twelve times to brush the refresh rate throughout the match, three times successfully brushed, seven times reset, and twice interrupted by Qin Muyun during the process…

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