The duel between two little fishmen is always dazzling and can hardly tell who is operating.

All kinds of skills are exactly the same, and there may not even be any other differences in the order of the moves cast. Just watching the tidal sea spirits on both sides fight fiercely on the military line under the operation of their respective controllers. Seeing the blood volume of the blood bars on the heads of the heroes on both sides slide down quickly, it makes people worried, but they don’t know whether to be excited, surprised, cheerful, or nervous, anxious and scream.

But after a little fishman died, everything stopped.

The body of a tidal sea spirit was lying there with his eyes open, while another little fishman stood leisurely and calmly holding a sea stone trident in his hand.

The war ended.

Everything returns to calm down.

Then at this time, you can finally tell who is who is, who wins and who loses.

The little fishman in the blue square fell down.

Standing is the purple square tidal sea spirit.

On the blue side of the ring, Wu Xuan's face in front of the computer screen was almost pale. His right hand holding the mouse seemed to be shaking slightly because of the fierce battle operation just now. His eyes were staring at the game screen of the black and white TV on the computer screen in front of him, and he still couldn't believe everything in front of him.

Lost.

Just three minutes.

One blood is born, and the winner is the result.

In the front row of the crowd, An Xin, who was standing next to Lin Feng, also shook her head gently:

“The gap is a bit big.”

As mentioned earlier, the solo game against heroes is purely the player's personal operational strength and understanding of heroes.

The gap in strength and realm between solo will be more direct and nakedly displayed in such a showdown mode with heroes. There is no other reason to help explain it.

All reasons for defending are pale and powerless in the face of such a cold reality.

It was like the faces of several other Chinese boys and girls who were standing behind Wu Xuan at this moment, who were just trying to cheer for their companions, all of which were pale and bloodless.

They also couldn't believe their eyes.

Unwilling to accept such a realistic result.

The two girls' eyes were red and about to cry, while the other boys had no intention of comforting the girls' companions, because at this time they were completely confused and unable to stop feeling panic and helpless.

Even this should have been the most promising game that was determined to win...

They actually lost.

Wu Xuan, who is the strongest among them, faces the auxiliary players among the British youth. Under such a huge prerequisite advantage, he is still hit by the opponent with a crushing solo.

Yes.

It's really just crushing.

The first wave of the two sides' little fishmen fighting against each other, letting the opponent's purple little fishmen seize an opportunity to suppress Wu Xuan's Tide Sea Spirit's blood volume first, and then the latter continued to fall into a passive state.

Following the wave of reaching level 3, the purple square little fishman who had been upgraded first, took the lead and took the lead.

Q skill stands out of face.

Flat Q and W and then A to hang [ignite].

The "strange" of E skill jumped up in one second.

The second E flash that predicted Wu Xuan's little fishman flashed directly and slapped it hard.

A set of combos.

Complete the instant kill directly coldly and cruelly!

"Actually, after the first wave of losses, I had the chance to get it back." Someone commented next to me.

The girl beside her raised her eyebrows slightly and smiled:

"Just let you come, right?"

Someone takes it for granted:

"yes."

"The guy on the other side... had a lot of mistakes in the front line."

If he meets the Four Emperors or even the Seven Kings level opponent, the Little Fishman suffered a loss in the first wave of solo, and it may be difficult to turn the tables and counterattacks in the next round, but the British young man named Aimmy on the opposite side is far from reaching the level of a top professional player.

Even the average professional level is far from reaching.

Be kind of polite...

In the three minutes of this solo game just now, if Lin Feng was taught, he would have at least three or four chances to complete the counterattack and win.

It is indeed good for someone to play this level with a support player.

but.

It's just that.

An Xin curled her lips slightly: "You are going to say so much."

Lin Feng shook his head with no interest: "Forget it, it's so bad to use big bullying novels..."

As he said that, he yawned. He had a little bit of a hot pot before eating at noon. He had just finished a few passerby qualifying matches, but now he started to feel sleepy.

...

Compared to Lin Feng and An Xin, they were able to make extremely professional and sharp analysis and evaluations against the solo game that had just ended quickly from a higher level. However, for most Internet cafe guests and audiences watching the game around, the British youth named Aimmy on the opposite side almost calmly killed all of them.

It's really a visual impact.

Press from start to finish.

In the end, there was a beautiful and stunning second E flash to calculate the flash escape position of the little fishman on Wu Xuan. A "quirky" shot it and completed the final kill with an unstoppable domineering look.

This made everyone feel shocked for a moment and couldn't speak.

And don't forget...

The other party who does this kind of operation is just an auxiliary among the few British young people.

A supporter easily beat the mid-lane of the main position here.

Really... the gap in strength is too huge, right?

For a moment, such thoughts arose in the minds of Internet cafe guests and audiences, and then they looked at the British youths opposite and couldn't help but feel a bit more complicated fear and fear.

At this time, Wu Xuan had already walked down as a loser, and even his steps seemed a little staggered. He came to his companions, and even the boys and girls of his companions opened their mouths at this time and didn't know how to comfort the former, only his mouth was full of bitterness and his heart was full of heavy depression.

As the victorious side, the excited mmy also returned to his companions easily. He was greeted by cheerful high-five celebrations and proud whistles. The tall and thin British young man in the lead had looked at Wu Xuan and others again, with an unconcealed contemptuous smile on his face:

"How about it."

"Do you still want to continue?"

Wu Xuan's expression changed several times, and he almost wanted to open his mouth to ask for another fight, but in the end he lowered his head dejectedly and could not refute and fight back. The companions around him also clenched their fists tightly but were powerless.

The more he saw Wu Xuan and his silence attitude, the more he showed a more contemptuous and ridiculous look on the head's tall and thin British young man:

"Oh~ It seems I don't dare."

"so"

"Where are the others?"

His eyes looked at all the visitors around the entire Internet cafe lobby, opened his hands openly, and the corners of his mouth were filled with exaggerated mockery curves:

"The others can do it too."

"Anyone!"

"me-on! No one wants to try again?"

"Hey hey hey, we are just a few people. You Chinese in the entire Internet cafe... don't even have a person who dares to challenge?"
Chapter completed!