Chapter 1 "What is Han Wenqing Trying to Do?"

"What is Han Wenqing trying to do?" The audience had been watching Desert Dust's every move, and they weren't so dense that they couldn't see his intentions. This question was purely one of astonishment, and even Pan Lin shouted it out during the broadcast.

Boom, boom, boom!

The walls were being blasted open at their weak points, and quickly, two walls were riddled with holes.

Was the ancient castle trembling?

Listening to the constant noise, Qiao Yifan didn't know if it was his imagination or reality, but he seemed to feel the walls shaking, as if they couldn't bear the weight above. The ceiling also seemed to be sinking little by little, as if it had lost sufficient support.

At this rate, it really will collapse!

Qiao Yifan didn't care whether it was his imagination or not, and ultimately made a firm judgment.

He couldn't continue to hold on here. The old boxing master from Tyranny was far more ruthless than their new one.

Qiao Yifan could only take the initiative. He was very familiar with the structure of the rooms in this area, and Han Wenqing's Desert Dust was destroying the walls in this circuit.

Listen for the sound, identify the location.

Qiao Yifan roughly determined the location of Desert Dust and immediately controlled One Inch Ash to rush over.

Because of his familiarity, he predicted the wall that Han Wenqing would demolish next, and Qiao Yifan decided to ambush him there.

Lowering his body to move, One Inch Ash smoothly arrived under the wall, assumed a stance, and remained still. Qiao Yifan began to count the sounds.

The sound was getting closer and closer, and dust kept falling from above. Qiao Yifan raised his character's perspective to look, and this time he could be sure that the ceiling was indeed shaking, and it really couldn't hold on much longer.

Qiao Yifan didn't move.

Desert Dust had already circled around to the vicinity, and any movement would only expose him.

Pa pa!

Two punches, sounding so clear. The sound didn't seem to come from the air, but directly from the wall. Desert Dust finally smashed into the wall where One Inch Ash was hiding.

Boom!

The third punch broke through the wall. One Inch Ash remained still with his back against the wall, and from his angled perspective, he could see Desert Dust's fist, which had pierced through the wall, retracting.

Pa pa pa, he was smashing again, still on this wall. Han Wenqing was specifically targeting the weak spots on the wall, so none of the walls he had blasted had collapsed completely, but after connecting them together, they were clearly unable to withstand the force.

Boom!

Another hole was broken through, almost right next to One Inch Ash. Qiao Yifan could even clearly see the knuckles of Desert Dust's fist, encased in his famous silver weapon boxing gloves, the Fiery Red Fists.

The fiery color made Qiao Yifan feel the heat of the fist, filled with unparalleled fighting spirit and killing intent.

Pa!

Another punch sounded, Desert Dust's third time smashing the wall.

It wasn't at the position where One Inch Ash was braced. Qiao Yifan judged it very clearly and naturally chose a solid part of the wall, precisely where Han Wenqing wouldn't choose to attack.

The fist sounded beside him, and One Inch Ash slowly revealed his blade, a light gradually rising.

Boom!

Another hole was broken open. Qiao Yifan remained unmoved, locking his view on the entrance of the corridor ahead, where Desert Dust was about to appear.

But at that moment, the wall against his back trembled violently and began to deform.

No way?!

Qiao Yifan raised his perspective. In many places above, the ceiling had already begun to slant downwards.

Was it at its limit?

The answer was obvious. Han Wenqing immediately noticed this as well.

Pa!

Another punch landed, and this time, he no longer chose any weak points, but simply struck the wall, using the attack to accelerate the trembling and deformation of the wall. He wanted to catalyze the collapse of this area.

With just one punch, half of the wall immediately collapsed. Clearly, to accelerate the process, this punch was no longer a normal attack, but a more powerful skill. In this precarious situation, it produced a strong destructive force.

With half of the wall collapsing, One Inch Ash's figure was exposed. The limit was finally broken. Without Desert Dust needing to catalyze it any further, with a loud boom, a large section above him immediately fell down.

Qiao Yifan quickly controlled One Inch Ash to move, but Desert Dust dashed forward in a stride, right from under the falling ceiling.

Boom!

The ceiling fell to the ground, sending dust flying everywhere. Desert Dust finished with a low-level roll, finally throwing the falling ceiling behind him with this low-positioned movement. As he sprang up, his fist met One Inch Ash's blade.

Collapsing Fist!

The fist exerted force, and the judgment of the Ghost Swordsman's sword technique was simply not enough to compete with the fist of a Striker. This punch sent him flying, both man and sword.

His feet didn't stop, and he immediately took steps to catch up.

The surrounding walls were falling, and the ceiling was collapsing, but Han Wenqing ignored all of this. Amidst the shaking, Desert Dust charged straight ahead.

Boom, boom, boom!

The sounds of walls collapsing and ceilings falling were everywhere, and the dust raised was flying around, almost covering everything. Two figures were fighting in this disaster that resembled an earthquake.

The entire circle really did collapse completely. Even some places that Desert Dust hadn't bombarded were affected by the collapse of other places due to the fragility left over from the previous battle, collapsing like dominoes.

Ruins, a large expanse of ruins.

The walls had fallen, the ceiling had collapsed, and countless furnishings on the second floor, even the walls, were falling down together. The audience had completely forgotten about searching for the two combatants, only watching the ancient castle, wondering if it would collapse entirely from such a chain reaction.

No, in the end, it still didn't.

From the outside, the ancient castle didn't seem to have changed, but the inside had been turned upside down. The original second floor, after a series of chain reactions, had almost ceased to exist. The room was filled with all sorts of things buried from the second floor, a complete ruin.

Boom!

With a muffled sound, a pile of rubble suddenly burst open, and a character was thrown out.

Who was it?

Everyone's eyes quickly followed.

One Inch Ash, it was Qiao Yifan's One Inch Ash! Immediately following, Han Wenqing's Desert Dust appeared, ignoring the surrounding upheaval. His eyes were only on the target he needed to defeat, and his fist swung down, the final blow.

Victory!

The system announced the victory, and at this time, the background where Desert Dust was located was truly tragic, a scene of ruins, with many places still teetering on the verge of collapse.

The audience didn't know what to say. Home field advantage? Han Wenqing had now demolished the home field map. This was truly too heroic.

The fans of Team Happy in the audience were silent, listening to the fans of Team Tyranny on the away team's platform shouting and yelling.

Impressive!

This victory was too impressive.

Taking down the house and the person together, destroying them together, how satisfying!

In the midst of the noise, Qiao Yifan walked out of Happy's player booth. The fanatical Tyranny fans inevitably made some unfriendly attacks towards him. In the previous match, Qiao Yifan had suppressed Song Qiying quite thoroughly, but what about this one? Han Wenqing had brought the Tyranny fans a sense of revenge, and a very heroic sense of revenge.

They couldn't be more satisfied!

The Tyranny fans were extremely excited, probably having already forgotten that it wasn't over yet, and Happy still had one more player to go on stage!

So, amidst their excitement, the electronic big screen had quietly revealed the name of Happy's fifth player, their final defender.

Wei Chen, Warlock, Windward Formation.

"It's Wei Chen!" Pan Lin's tone was full of surprise. This was indeed an arrangement that many people hadn't expected.

Wei Chen, the former captain of Team Blue Rain, used his tenacious and indomitable performance in the team competition of the first round of the series against Blue Rain to lay the foundation for Happy's tactics.

He played very hard, but that was precisely what made him most respectable. Everyone could see that although this player's awareness was still there, his reaction and control were already somewhat unable to keep up.

Wei Chen wasn't competing against Blue Rain, but clearly against the relentless passage of time.

To have such a performance once could be called a miracle. Perhaps it was because it was at home and he was facing Blue Rain, a team he should be very familiar with, that Wei Chen could have such a revival-like performance.

After the match against Blue Rain ended, everyone thought that Wei Chen's contribution had already ended. He was just a surprise soldier specifically for Blue Rain.

But now, facing Tyranny, the first match, the individual competition, Wei Chen was actually appearing as the final defender?

It was unexpected. But Wei Chen had already stood up, smugly waving to the home fans as he walked onto the stage.

He met Qiao Yifan along the way.

"Scared, huh?" Wei Chen said to Qiao Yifan with a smile.

Qiao Yifan was stunned. What kind of statement was that? How should he answer?

"Watch me." Wei Chen patted Qiao Yifan's head, messing up his hairstyle, and then walked onto the stage, satisfied.

"Happy's last player is actually Wei Chen, what... what does this mean?" Pan Lin asked Li Yibo for guidance.

"Maybe... this map... Wei Chen is particularly good at it and has a special grasp of it..." Li Yibo answered very reluctantly.

A lucky guess.

Wei Chen originally thought that his playoff journey would be over after the match against Blue Rain, but when Happy finally chose this map as the map for the individual competition against Tyranny, Wei Chen had a premonition.

He was familiar with this map, and he was even more familiar with the ancient castle in this map. Indoor combat, due to the constantly switching small scenes, couldn't be fast-paced even if you wanted it to be. For an old player like him who was slow-paced, it was a natural fit.

On this map, he could fight!

Wei Chen was already preparing to volunteer when he saw Ye Xiu looking at him.

Everything was understood without words, and Wei Chen got another chance to play.

But now... Walking onto the stage, Wei Chen smiled wryly.

The things he relied on had already been destroyed beyond recognition by Han Wenqing. While sitting off stage, Wei Chen had cursed Han Wenqing one hundred and eighty times.

Happy's victory in the individual competition rested on his shoulders, but he had lost what he was going to make great use of.

Fight Han Wenqing head-on?

Wei Chen's liver trembled. Where was he now that he could still tame that fierce tiger? Even if that fierce tiger was already showing signs of old age, he himself was already buried in the ground, but he had stubbornly crawled out to struggle here!

Even in this state, you still have to give this old man difficult problems! Wei Chen muttered to himself incessantly until the referee called to him, signaling him to quickly enter the player booth.

Then let's go!

Wei Chen gritted his teeth and entered the player booth.

Han Wenqing, huh? After so many years, let this old man once again experience your tiger-like momentum!