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"I can't beat him. The gap in physical strength, hand speed, and experience are all overwhelming Tang Hao." Xu Bin sighed.

"Tsk...Who's going to play next? Team Wang or that guy Huang Shaotian?" Yuan Baiqing scratched his head, feeling a little irritated.

God is now like a big mountain lying on the Chinese team's road to winning the championship.

"What would happen if it were Huang Shaotian?"

"have no idea……"

"If he wins, all the previous matters will be wiped out!"

"What if you lose?"

"Come with me to destroy the Lanxi Pavilion!"

"That's not good?"

"Count me in."

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"It's hard to handle, it's hard to handle, especially in the arena. How can we break through when there is less room for maneuver? But because I am overconfident, I don't even defend against some subsequent weaknesses..." Huang Shaotian muttered. Gudu stood up.

"Shaotian!" Yu Wenzhou shouted.

"What should I do... huh? What's wrong, captain?" Huang Shaotian turned around and asked with some confusion.

"Summer is still very long." Yu Wenzhou said seriously.

Huang Shaotian was startled, then smiled, still looking like the boy who was running around trying to grab the boss: "Yeah!"

[Team Fang, can Mr. Huang win? 】

[Feels a bit mysterious, right? But maybe better than Tang Hao? 】

[Can the pessimists get out of here? 】

[Don’t be so angry! 】

…

Fang Shijing did not read the content on the barrage, but looked at Huang Shaotian's smiling face, which was still so flamboyant and confident.

This is enough...

He lit a cigarette and took a deep breath: "Do your best."

"Our second pick in the arena competition is Huang Shaotian's Sword Master. The sound of rain in the night is annoying!" Pan Lin cheered up a little: "If that's the case, I feel..."

"However, the opponent still predicted it first. The mystery of the demon sword is much less. Although Huang Shaotian is still strong in a head-on conflict, but from the previous data analysis..." Li Yibo was still not so optimistic and took a look at the records. Based on the data, on paper, God is about 10% higher than Huang Shaotian.

And this is still normal data. So far, no one has seen God in full strength.

During the Hall of Fame selection, God was outplayed by Lord Grim throughout the entire process, so naturally there was no corresponding data.

"The Sword Master must win!" Pan Lin suddenly shouted, which shocked Li Yibo. Why did this kid become so crazy all of a sudden?

But looking at Pan Lin's focused expression, I felt an inexplicable feeling...

"The Sword Master must win!" Li Yibo also shouted, what the hell is the competition second and friendship first, there is no such thing as friendship with these guys!

A sound like a mountain roar and a tsunami came from the venue, and everyone shouted the names of Juggernaut and Ye Yushengfan in unison.

Regardless of whether they were being dealt with or not, including professional players, all were aroused by this emotion. Napoleon even shouted until his voice became hoarse and did not stop: "One sword can defeat all means, charge forward, Lord Sword Master." !”

"I feel like if this girl really wants to go to China, let her go..."

"I think that's the case too, otherwise I'm afraid that one day this guy will betray all the brothers behind his back."

"That's not the case..."

Huang Shaotian sat in the competition seat, swiped his card to log in, and Ye Yushengfan appeared in the room list.

Is it that foul-mouthed Chinese player... who wants to use that trash-talking tactic to disturb me again? But I'm sorry, but I'm not like those guys.

God sneered, twisted his neck, and put his hands on the keyboard.

Up, down, left, left, right, bababa, I wonder if this can trigger any special effects?

Huang Shaotian happily tapped the keyboard, and after testing that all the keys had no conflicts, he officially clicked to enter the ready state.

It was still an arena, but this time Huang Shaotian did not charge immediately like Tang Hao in the previous round.

Tsk...moji.

If you don't dare to come, just let me go!

Waving the war sickle and throwing it behind him, God rushed straight towards Ye Yushengfan, while Huang Shaotian was still observing his opponent's actions unhurriedly.

We need to seize the opportunities created by that kid Tang Hao... Compared with the previous game, the pace is still a little chaotic.

"Isn't that guy from China not that great? Was he scared out of his wits by God?"

"God is invincible?"

“I have a Hall of Fame video here, do you want to send it to you?”

"asshole!"

"Shaotian, I'm waiting for an opportunity..." Xiao Shiqin narrowed his eyes: "But, can we find it?"

"If it were anyone else, there might be doubts, but if it's Huang Shaotian..." Wang Jiexi curled his lips and said, "I believe he can find an opportunity."

Where are you? Opportunity. Come out quickly, my friend!

There was still twenty yards away, but Huang Shaotian still didn't wait for the opportunity he wanted. After charging forward for a while, the opponent would be in a state where he could use Soul Control... Betting on that timing? But Long Yuan's activation has not yet been completed, and the attack range is lacking. If he rushes forward, he will not be able to keep up with the time...

A series of tactical thoughts flashed through Huang Shaotian's mind, but he still couldn't find a good solution.

In the end, is it still possible to break the situation violently?

Huang Shaotian sighed with regret, and the next moment, Ye Yushengann's figure disappeared from the place.

One way, two ways, three ways, four ways...

"Including the main body, there are eight figures again. This only appeared when Huang Shaotian was at full strength against the Danish team!" Pan Lin shouted excitedly: "The eight figures have completely become Huang Shaotian's normal strength!"

"Damn, this bastard..." Liu Xiaobie was stunned for a moment, and lay on the table in frustration. With eight sword shadow steps, even with all his strength, he could only reach six with all his hand speed, and some Will fail.

On the path of being a swordsman, Huang Shaotian seemed to be pushing him further and further away.

"You and him are not on the same path, there is no need to be so depressed." Xu Bin smiled and patted Liu Xiaobie on the shoulder.

"I know, but I just don't want to give in..." Liu Xiaobie muttered, "Eight Paths of Sword Shadow Steps..."

Ha, you started working hard as soon as you came up? How long can you last in this state?

god sneered, and the war sickle Langnoukis in his hand split instantly, and the chain separated the front and rear ends, and threw it out!

Ye Yushengfan's figure in the process of charging forward disappeared like a bubble, followed closely by Huang Shaotian, who was about to use the three-stage slash to sneak attack. He swung his war scythe up and even tore Yeyushengfan into pieces with the Mountain Collapsing Strike. fragments.

Also, five ways...

Three shadowy figures suddenly dispersed and rushed straight towards God's back in an arc.

Let’s deal with what’s behind, what’s in front first! god sneered, and suddenly swung out the war sickle in his hand, suddenly appearing in front of two figures making noises in the night rain, like a frame was stuck.

Then just focus...

This opportunity has just come!

"It's not seven sword shadow steps, but...eight!" Pan Lin almost roared.

After the three sword shadow steps behind him were torn apart, God's body was suddenly knocked into the air!

"To be precise, seven and a half, this madman..." Loki couldn't help laughing.

There were a total of nine figures, only half of which overlapped with the main body. They kept doing the same movements, and the moment before the war scythe swept across, they took half a step back, because the pressure of the three figures behind them made God really see the night. After Yu Shengfan's body was cut off directly, he no longer paid attention to the situation ahead.

And at this time, Meteor Style, followed by Rising Dragon Slash!

"A historic moment! Ye Yushengfan seized the opportunity and hit with combos, continuous combos! Can we take God away in one set?"

The auditorium erupted in cheers like a mountain roar and a tsunami. Everyone was looking forward to the Sword Master being able to clear out all of God's health in one fell swoop and take this bastard away smoothly.

However, the Chinese spectator seats were extremely dignified.

"How long do you think Huang Shaotian can last?" Zhang Jiale sighed, seeming to be asking a question, but more often than not he was just mumbling.

He didn't want to know the answer.

August 10, 2000, is Huang Shaotian’s birthday, and this year, it is already 2025. 25 years old may be the prime of life for other professions, but for professional players, especially professional players like Huang Shaotian who consume extremely fast hands. Speaking of...physical functions, highly tense nerves, high-intensity training...

"If only this guy spent less time talking trash during his career..." Fang Rui muttered.

"Then do you think it's still Shaotian?" Yu Wenzhou asked with a smile.

Fang Rui was startled and scratched his head: "That scene is quite scary..."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Huang Shaotian, in the World Invitational Tournament, broke his own limit three times in a row. He was desperately squeezing his potential. He was crazy about winning the trophy for the Chinese team in the first World Invitational Tournament. He was in the two competition seats. The trophy in the middle.

He wanted to write his own name on it, wanted to write Yu Wenzhou's name, and wanted to write the names of everyone on the Huaxia team.

so……

Can't stop! persist in! not enough!

Ye Yushengfan: [What's wrong, what's wrong, what's wrong, what's wrong, you're like this, it doesn't seem to be working well, what about the momentum just now, why are you floating in the air now! 】

Ye Yushengfan: [No, let’s just order it. If we order it now, it won’t be embarrassing to surrender and lose half of it! 】

GM: [It has been detected that Ye Yushengfan has made irregular remarks, please give me a warning! 】

Yeyu Shengfan: [Can you please tell me that my English is pretty good these days? Let me think about what I should say at this time, yes, I should...]

Ye Yushengfan: [Sorry, sorry, sorry, I didn’t notice. I really suggested that there should be a withdrawal function. What do you think, judges? 】

Ye Yushengfan: [By the way, can I communicate via voice? This will really limit the use of my strength! 】

"Is this guy crazy? He is still typing in this state?" Rousseau's eyes widened.

"This may be his unique way of resting. He can relax his fingers by pressing a large number of keys, without having to press a key to put himself into a state of mechanical fatigue..." Verne said seriously.

"..." That makes sense?

"Why do I feel that you are talking serious nonsense?" Napoleon, who was lying on the glass window looking at the big screen, turned his head and asked with some doubts.

Verne nodded: "Yes."

"Your uncle."

"Sure enough, if Mr. Huang doesn't talk trash, he doesn't feel like Mr. Huang at all!" Pan Lin smiled happily.

"That's true, but in this case..."

Did this guy do it on purpose? god laughed, not with joy, but with anger.

Or do you feel that if this is the case, I won't be able to kill you?

"Damn, this guy is also adjusting his position!" Fang Rui was shocked. Just like Tang Hao's last counterattack in the last game, God was also constantly adjusting his body: "Hurry up and give it to me. Commit suicide to apologize, you bastard!”

"..." Several black lines appeared on Tang Hao's head, and he opened his mouth to refute, but he didn't know what to refute.

"It's more precise than Tang Hao. Even if Mr. Huang discovered the problem, he wouldn't be able to adjust it in time, because once he adjusts it, the gap will be even bigger." Bai Mo took a deep breath.

Come on, come on, come on, Tang Hao, you bastard, commit suicide and apologize, bastard, come on, come on, come on!

Through the familiar trash talk offensive, his mental state was slightly concentrated, and the fatigue on his hands was temporarily forgotten, but Huang Shaotian really had no way to deal with God's current actions.

Now take back the activated dragon abyss and use a more intensive offensive to force it back?

Not good, not good. In this case, the loss seems to be greater. Damn it, this guy is really like a monster, what should I do? Should we withdraw first before this guy has fully achieved his goal?

Long Yuan roared, sheathed, Ye Yufan retreated, drew his sword again, and opened his position with a three-stage slash. This hand directly made God, who had organized the next wave of attacks, punch into the empty space. .

The sound of rain in the night wandered along the wall, stopping from time to time to see if God had caught up again.

Damn...so tired!

Huang Shaotian simply waved his hand. He hadn't noticed it when his nerves were tense just now. Now that his tense nerves relaxed, he realized that fatigue was already welling up.

How was that guy planning to get out of trouble just now? Weighted weapons? This is possible, but if that's the case, Leng Buding will suffer a big loss.

How to fight next, no idea at all? A wave of sword shadow steps coming? No, no, no, let’s not talk about whether the physical strength can hold up. Just using the same trick a second time feels like a huge flag, not to mention that the shape of this guy’s armor looks a bit like a Saint...

Huang Shaotian spread his thoughts wantonly in order to quickly recover his physical strength.

By the way, can this guy still predict the next step based on his action trajectory?

Then don't think about anything else. You still have more than 30% of your blood volume, and I still have more than 90%. Let's go head-to-head and see who can outlast the other!

Even if you can kill me, you will never survive the next Xiaozhou.

As long as I can kill you, this game is worth it! (End of chapter)