Chapter 124 Decisive Match

The final round of the擂台赛.

Although Han Wenqing cleanly and neatly finished off Qiao Yifan in the previous round, it was impossible for his Desert Dust to emerge unscathed from such a situation. At this point, Desert Dust had 81 percent of his health remaining.

Wei Chen's Windward Formation was full of vigor, but how many people would favor this oldest of veterans based on this slight advantage? Not to mention Tyranny fans and neutral fans, even Happy fans at this time were apprehensive, and some even expressed incomprehension at Happy's arrangement. Looking at Happy's overall roster for the擂台赛, the fourth player was a阵鬼 not particularly skilled at one-on-one combat, and the fifth player was the veteran Wei Chen. Did this mean Happy had no intention of arranging a strong player to close out the match?

Or was Fang Rui in the third position considered their trump card? Were they trying to end the battle with three against five?

Regardless of the possibility, neither seemed scientific.

Pan Lin and Li Yibo also discussed this issue, and the match officially began at this time.

How would the veteran Wei Chen respond to this decisive battle? At this time, everyone's curiosity was focused on Wei Chen. Then, Wei Chen made his move.

The character hadn't moved yet, but the trash talk came first.

"Hey, little Han, this is a bit much, isn't it? How did you tear up the map like this?" Wei Chen said in the channel.

Little Han...

People felt a surge of coldness.

In terms of seniority, they were both first-generation players, and no one was more senior than the other, but in terms of age, Wei Chen could indeed call him that. But the problem was, Han Wenqing, little Han... It just sounded wrong! This kind of affectionate and caring way of addressing someone, placed on Tyranny's ten-year captain, was jarring.

How would Han Wenqing respond?

Everyone's attention immediately shifted to the players' chat.

Han Wenqing didn't reply, apparently not wanting to bother with this kind of meaningless trash talk. Desert Dust had already charged out, straight ahead.

Wei Chen's Windward Formation also set off, but his movements seemed so tired, completely on a different level from Desert Dust's high spirit during his advance.

"How can we fight this?" Countless people, judging from the spirits of both sides, felt that the outcome was already decided.

Soon, the front and back of the castle.

The interior had been demolished into ruins, but the exterior remained the same, and the front and back doors were still intact. Han Wenqing's Desert Dust entered straight through the back door, his eyes met with a scene of ruins and broken walls. Desert Dust stepped over it as if walking on flat ground.

Because of the destruction, the indoor visibility was much wider, but Han Wenqing had not yet discovered the figure of Windward Formation.

"Not going through the middle road again?" Han Wenqing, of course, had to consider his opponent's judgment and actions. The home-field advantage of the castle was naturally its indoor structure. Now that it had been demolished, the advantage was gone. It wouldn't be too surprising if Wei Chen abandoned this battlefield and made other choices.

Desert Dust entered through the back door, diagonally crossed the first floor of the castle, and arrived at the front door, scanning around with composure.

However, the mood of Tyranny fans rose to their throats along with this composure.

Windward Formation hadn't gone anywhere else!

He was still in the castle, but he had gone around to the back door, and was now very wretchedly peeking inside from a window on the back of the castle.

The visibility on the first floor was much wider, but it wasn't as boundless as a grassland. The various fallen walls and wreckage still obstructed a lot of the line of sight.

Windward Formation's current position didn't allow him to see Desert Dust standing outside the main entrance.

So he changed his position and continued to peek wretchedly. The Tyranny fans in the audience, the Tyranny fans offstage, couldn't wait to rush up and tell Han Wenqing that the guy was lurking behind you!

After this change of position, Wei Chen finally saw Han Wenqing's Desert Dust standing outside the door, scanning the surroundings. Was he planning to leave?

Bang, bang, bang!

Wei Chen quickly manipulated Windward Formation to wave his staff, striking the windowsill several times. Even a warlock had the action of waving a weapon for a normal attack!

The Hand of Death was made of an unknown material, and the sound was hoarse and unpleasant when it collided with the stone windowsill.

Wei Chen, afraid that Han Wenqing wouldn't hear him, struck it hard again.

"Here, here!" he shouted in the channel.

Desert Dust turned around and faced this side.

Wei Chen was very satisfied. "See?"

Han Wenqing didn't answer, but Desert Dust had already started charging over with firm steps.

Windward Formation immediately shrank his neck. Left? Right? The audience knew, but Han Wenqing didn't. Windward Formation walked out several spaces with his neck shrunk, another window where he could observe, and then peeked inside again.

Han Wenqing's movements were really fast. Desert Dust was about to rush to the window. It looked like he was ready to break through the window and rush out.

"What a destroyer!" Wei Chen muttered. Windward Formation's Hand of Death was lifted, and the power of the curse flickered. He had already begun to chant.

He was preparing to ambush, but everyone expected this. How could a veteran player like Han Wenqing be without any awareness?

Bang, the window broke. Windward Formation subconsciously lifted the Hand of Death, but... The window broke, but no one jumped out.

Desert Dust shattered the window, then moved horizontally. After a few steps, another window.

Bang, another break, still no one.

"Such a small trick, no fun, I won't play with you." Wei Chen said in the channel, and Windward Formation turned and left, really leaving.

Bang! Bang!

Han Wenqing really became a demolition worker today. Desert Dust smashed two more windows. The fourth time, the character rushed out directly.

Left! Right!

The view quickly turned to both ends.

No one...

After Wei Chen said those words, he really had Windward Formation leave. After all the commotion, the ambush was given up in the end.

So after breaking two more windows in vain, Desert Dust, who rushed out with an incomparably fierce aura, looked somewhat comical.

Comical? This word had never appeared on Han Wenqing before.

"Are you tired of living!" Tyranny's die-hard fans roared, displeased with Wei Chen for teasing their captain.

What about Wei Chen? At this time, he was controlling Windward Formation, climbing up the side of the castle with a grunt, while climbing, he would occasionally look down, checking if Desert Dust was coming to kill him. His appearance was quite flustered.

Desert Dust really came soon!

Breaking through the window and rushing out, there was no one on the left or right. How could Han Wenqing hesitate so much? He chose a direction and chased after him.

Tyranny fans were initially worried that their captain would forget to look upwards, but the fact proved that Han Wenqing was not as careless as they thought. The first action after turning the corner was to sweep his vision from bottom to top.

He immediately saw the flustered Windward Formation. Of course, Wei Chen, who kept looking back down, also immediately saw Desert Dust.

Windward Formation's movements sped up a bit, but it only made him look more flustered.

Han Wenqing watched his opponent right in front of him, but couldn't attack directly. No one had a shorter attack range than a拳法家. Swordsmen and berserkers could even use the length of their swords to extend their attack range, but for拳法家, their arms and legs were the limit of their attack range.

Chase!

Han Wenqing, of course, didn't hesitate. He quickly swept the side of the castle and quickly found a climbing point. Desert Dust sprinted up, stepped, jumped, borrowed strength, rose and fell...

It wasn't a climbing terrain that Han Wenqing had deliberately practiced, but with ten years of Glory experience, how could his adaptability be measured by common sense? His speed of flying upwards was even faster than the flustered Windward Formation.

"Hehe." Wei Chen suddenly smiled, and Windward Formation didn't jump upwards. The Hand of Death pointed downwards, and he began to chant.

Although Desert Dust was fast, there was still some distance. It seemed impossible to rush up and interrupt this chant.

But seeing Windward Formation chanting, Desert Dust, in the instant of jumping and borrowing strength, took the opportunity to wave his hand.

Qi Wave Bullet!

A low-level气功师 skill was pushed out.

拳法家 had no long-range attack methods, which was undoubtedly a major weakness, so they would almost always learn the Qi Wave Bullet, a mid-range skill. Although the damage wasn't great, it could at least interrupt some chanting attacks. For example, right now, the Qi Wave Bullet flew straight towards Windward Formation. If he dodged, the chanting would definitely not be able to continue.

But Windward Formation didn't move.

"Hehe." Wei Chen even laughed again.

Pa.

The念气 bloomed on his body, but the ball of咒术 condensed by the Hand of Death was also released at the same time.

Really at the same time?

Of course not.

Since the chanting could be completed, it meant that the Qi Wave Bullet was still slightly weaker, just subtle and unnoticeable, but the system clearly made this judgment.

Chanting completed!

But Wei Chen didn't have time to dodge. Fortunately, it was just a Qi Wave Bullet. The damage wasn't high, and the impact wasn't anything. Windward Formation didn't even sway his body.

But the skill he wanted was released after all.

Rain of Chaos!

Releasing this skill in this situation was really disgusting. Desert Dust, who was jumping and climbing, had no space to dodge.

Fortunately, he couldn't dodge, but he could hide.

Han Wenqing identified a sheltered location, temporarily gave up the chase, and manipulated Desert Dust to jump towards that side!

The Rain of Chaos fell randomly, but Desert Dust was well sheltered beneath that cover.

"Beautiful!" Wei Chen actually praised his opponent. Windward Formation didn't go up at this time, but jumped down.

After this jump, half of Desert Dust's body was exposed in his sight.

The light of the curse rose again on the Hand of Death.

Ghostly Shadows Ensnare!

First, this skill.

Desert Dust had nowhere to hide. If he jumped out at this time, he would only be soaked by the Rain of Chaos, and the situation would probably be even worse.

Fierce Tiger... was actually trapped, right in the middle of this place where he could neither reach the sky nor touch the ground. The spell flew and hit!