(I’m breaking a sweat here, seeing the update from the Wanwu Brothers, I know you’re supporting and encouraging Ye Shao, and I truly appreciate it. Even though it’s a 9,000-word update, I feel like I could go for it, and I really want to, but I’m not feeling well right now, honestly can’t push it. But don’t worry, I will definitely continue to have explosive updates this month, and yes, they will be massive!!)
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His gaze returned to the computer screen and saw that his opponent had already been KOed. He pressed the enter key, his eyes flickering with a cold smirk. He silently sneered, "Idiot, let , my lord, teach you a lesson and show you what a true master looks like!"
At that mont, his fighting spirit soared. He decided that this ti, he would show no rcy and unleash his greatest strength to utterly dominate his opponent, aiming to crush him in less than a minute like in the first round!
However, just as the ga started and he launched what he believed was his most perfect, most brilliant, and most fierce attack, he found that Xiao Yi, who had been completely under his control earlier, had resisted!
His plan to completely dominate and instantly defeat his opponent had failed!
His expression turned sour instantly.
Damn it, it’s just dumb luck, let’s see how long you can hold on. You survived one wave, but can you keep it up?
Although he hadn’t managed to instantly defeat and dominate his opponent, which slightly affected his mood, he quickly adjusted. A sinister expression appeared on his face as he launched a second wave of attacks, relentless and continuous.
"Crack!"
Accompanied by the final cry of his ga character and a burst of victorious cheers, the fatty, after a frenzied barrage, secured another victory. The score was now four to zero.
Victory was just a step away!
Though Xiao Yi had surprisingly held on for so long in the fourth round, causing the referee to be slightly taken aback, it ultimately didn’t change the outco. To everyone, a 5-0 sweep seed inevitable.
The people behind the fatty already seed to see the hope of victory, and every face showed joy and pleasure, almost ready to cheer outright.
The only one not rejoicing was the fatty himself. Although he had won the round, for so reason he felt very frustrated and upset. This round had taken so long, and he had to exert all his strength to win. Plus, he felt the entire battle was sowhat stifling!
This son of a bitch, it must have been just luck. This fifth round, I must make him die a painful death!
The fatty made this silent resolution in his heart.
As the fifth round started, the fatty again went all out just like the previous round, bombarding relentlessly, but alas... His target once again eluded him... Xiao Yi, though appearing clumsy and his moves seed old and ssy, always managed to barely hang on in critical monts...
One minute passed... Xiao Yi hadn’t lost!
Two minutes passed... Xiao Yi still hadn’t lost!
............
Seven minutes passed... Xiao Yi was still holding strong!
............
The people in the arena finally noticed sothing was off, and everyone’s face showed a hint of surprise. Even Wang Xiaohu and others, who had already been despairing and ready for defeat, couldn’t help but look towards the computer, wondering what exactly was going on. How had he not lost yet?
The people behind the fatty, who had thought this last round would be an easy finish, were surprised to find the ga dragging on without an end, and their faces began to show signs of anxiety.
"What is Young Master Wang doing?"
"Don’t know, maybe he’s just toying with that bumpkin."
"Damn, really? Isn’t Young Master Wang being too careless? It’s a match, he should just finish it quickly!"
"......"
As ti ticked by second by second, their anxiety grew, and they eventually couldn’t help but start discussing in low voices.
Hearing those quiet discussions behind him, the fatty’s heart also began to feel anxious. Only he knew that he wasn’t toying with Xiao Yi like they said. From the start, he had been giving it his all, but for so unknown reason, that bumpkin seed to have adapted to his moves; each ti he attacked, Xiao Yi managed to barely hold on, rendering his assaults fruitless!
In other words, it wasn’t that he didn’t want to finish off Xiao Yi, he simply couldn’t!
Damn it, I refuse to believe I can’t take you down!
Biting his lip, the fatty’s fingers tapped even more frantically on the keyboard. The observant referee noticed that his hand speed had reached a new level, but unfortunately, his attack was once again countered by Xiao Yi...
And just as he was preparing to organize another attack, he suddenly found that Xiao Yi, who had not initiated any attacks and had been suppressed all this ti, launched his first attack against him!
Fuck!
With your skills, you still dare to attack ?
Watching Xiao Yi’s attack, the fatty’s expression briefly stiffened, soon replaced by imnse rage. He gritted his teeth, his fingers moved frantically. He decided, he would truly play this youngster for a fool—he wanted him to realize how ridiculous his attack was!
However, before he could finish his move, his facial expression froze...
In his eyes, disbelief erged!
Not just him, everyone showed an expression of disbelief!
Incredibly, Xiao Yi had chopped the fatty!
His character, by Xiao Yi’s seemingly clumsy and awkward attacks, had been directly chopped!
On the screen, Xiao Yi’s character had already let out a cry of victory!
Damn, did Xiao Yi win?
Situ Qingfeng thought he might be seeing things, he rubbed his eyes hard, sure enough, there was no mistake, Xiao Yi’s character was laughing haughtily!
"Big Brother Xiao won, haha! Hahahaha..."
Wang Xiaohu also finally confird Xiao Yi had won a round, his face showed imnse joy, he jumped up emitting a cheer. He couldn’t believe Xiao Yi might actually win a round back!
"It’s just one round, what’s so great about that, huh!"
Hearing Wang Xiaohu’s wild cheers, the fatty finally snapped out of his disbelief, staring coldly at an ecstatic Wang Xiaohu. His eyes seed fiery, his face dark as ink, he let out a cold snort while imdiately striking ’start’ on the screen.
He had been too careless before, this ti, he absolutely couldn’t let him win, he must settle the score!
The fatty recalled how he had lost earlier in his mind, he was sure, he had really been too careless, not expecting that beneath Xiao Yi’s clumsy maneuvers, there hid such subtle and quick movents, which were why he had lost.
He silently warned himself, took a deep breath to regulate his breathing, cald down, and started the sixth match.
This ga, he attacked Xiao Yi as fiercely as before but was more cautious and even changed his techniques, almost pulling out all the stops...
But to his and everyone’s surprise, he lost this round again...
No matter how he changed, it seed Xiao Yi always managed to quickly adapt, finding counterasures, sticking to him like glue, waiting patiently, and then when he was about to lose his patience, he struck a decisive counterattack, taking him down...
The whole process was almost identical to the last round!
What was going on?
The youth behind the fatty started to panic. If they could claim that the fatty had lost the previous round because he had been playing around and accidentally slipped, this round they couldn’t be foolish enough to think the fatty was still just playing.
On the contrary, Wang Xiaohu and his group, realizing that Xiao Yi had won another round, were nearly in full celebration, the light of hope in their hearts, which had dimd, was rekindled. Their eyes again focused on the computer screen in front of Xiao Yi.
The fatty was finally getting anxious, sweat starting to seep from his forehead, he understood this ga the best—he was already exerting his full strength!
Impossible, this guy must be just lucky, he couldn’t possibly be a real expert!
The next ti, I just need to be more careful, I can definitely take him down!
This ti, I need to vary my play more, be even harsher!
After wiping the sweat from his forehead with his hand, the fatty silently comforted himself and began the next match.
However, no matter how hard he tried, how much he changed, the following two rounds continued in the sa way, he kept losing, and even faster. Xiao Yi’s moves seed to grow more proficient... his attacks, increasingly fierce, until in the eighth round, he made an initial attack that was just defensive!
The score suddenly was four to four!
"Young Master Wang, don’t be anxious, take your ti, you can definitely win!"
"Right, Young Master Wang, don’t rush, they’re trying to make you anxious on purpose!"
"......"
The companions behind the fatty were completely frantic, they reassured a sweating fatty, but their eyes were filled with urgency and their foreheads covered in cold sweat.
The fatty ignored them, he gently wiped the sweat from his forehead, his palms were again sweaty.
For the first ti in nearly a year, he felt sothing called a threat, he finally sensed that the boy opposite was not the rural bumpkin he had thought, but the strongest opponent he had faced!
————————————————————(To be continued. If you like this work, you’re welco to give it recomndations and monthly tickets on qidian, your support is my greatest motivation.)
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