Facing the deadly butcher knife thrown by Wu Qiong, Zhuge Zheng, forcibly controlled his subconscious habit of turning back and walked straight to the wall of the big dragon pit. Because Wu Qiong had predicted Zhuge Zheng's turn around, the Q skill was naturally lost.

Sima Pianmo, who had been staring at the screen in the w training room, breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhuge Zheng re-used the same trick, standing at the middle line waiting for Wu Qiong's flaws to move. He swung a Q skill in the air and hit Wu Qiong. Looking at Wu Qiong who was slowing down, Zhuge Zheng smiled slightly on his serious face. In this way, the blood volume of the two people was basically in the same state, with nearly 600 blood volume remaining only about 130 points. The disadvantage at the beginning of the game was also brought back by a precise butcher knife.

When the amount of blood reaches the key point of deciding the outcome, they will naturally become nervous. Zhuge Zheng secretly breathes and calms down the tension. The movements of the two people began to eliminate the regular habits, but instead showed irregular movements, which made the difficulty of prediction increase again.

Wu Qiong's messy movements gave people a slight illusion of order, which was a perfect small movement. The W-seaters could not help but sigh that the younger generation was terrifying.

This time, the two of them took action almost at the same time, but they all fought empty, which made the wish of quick battle and quick decision come to the next round.

The two of them pulled each other a distance, waiting for the Q skill to cool down. During this painful waiting time, the two of them paid attention to each other's movements, trying to find the short-term orderly rules dominated by the subconscious in the disorderly order.

Zhuge Zheng, who had been looking for the opportunity, my eyes lit up. At the moment when his Q skill was cooled down, Zhuge Zheng, I keenly captured Wu Qiong's movements parallel to myself, and withdrew his body and threw out the butcher knife. This knife covered a wide range of lines. Wu Qiong could not dodge his Q skill. While his skill hit, Zhuge Zheng had no time to celebrate. He judged that Wu Qiong would also find this and hurriedly changed to the vertical direction of the original line.

As expected, Wu Qiong almost released the same skill direction as Zhuge Zheng, and I expected that Zhuge Zheng would easily avoid it by taking advantage of his experience.

One hit and one empty, Zhuge Zheng achieved my first overtake at the beginning, and the situation was very good.

Zhuge Zheng's smile gradually expanded, and it was possible that he would not have to clean the training room anymore. In fact, for Zhuge Zheng, cleaning is a small matter, and losing to a freshman is the most unbearable thing for him, especially the freshman is Wu Qiong.

The choice between talent and sweat, Zhuge Zheng, I always think that sweat is more important than talent. He always trains tirelessly, releases talents in the most diligent way, and infects his teammates. If the perfect performance of the game is a beautiful kite surface, then the "sweat" I put in Zhuge Zheng is the thread that holds it.

Talent does not mean anything, as long as you are born to fight.

However, Zhuge Zheng, I always avoid a topic. Some talented people will sweat a hundred times more. The reason why sweat will not lie is applicable to mediocre people, but also to geniuses.

The overturn of health made Zhuge Zheng feel that his luck and feeling were in an excellent state. He seized the opportunity to make another Q skill. Wu Qiong was hit. The temporary slowdown slowed Wu Qiong's Mengduo Q for less than a second, and his skills were lost continuously.

Zhuge Zheng, I am not surprised, I am sure to win.

The smile on his face slowly bloomed.

"Zhuge, this is so good!" Fifth Farke nodded and praised. Although his opponent Wu Qiong is a newcomer, his strength can be seen as absolutely good. This kind of Mengduo's single-handed challenge is more about personal ability. For newcomers, it is a perfect stage to show themselves. The experience accumulated from the competition is not very effective, and it is a fair battle.

Xiahou Xuanjie complained a little angrily: "Hey, I've said it many times, didn't you say you want to be called the full name? It's Zhuge Zheng, I, not Zhuge!"

"I said captain, have you heard it? Give me a reaction. Besides, Zhuge Zheng, how could I lose when I faced that boy Wu Qiong!" Sima Baimo echoed.

What made them most unhappy about this captain was that he didn't like to call the full name of the team. The main reason was that the former captain Ouyang Jingmin had to name the guy with a fake name, the leader of the fifth Vake, as the captain. If there was a democratic vote, the fifth Vake would definitely be defeated.

Fifth Fake pretended not to hear these two people's words. He stared at the screen and looked at Zhuge Zheng. My blood volume was 87 points. As Wu Qiong's blood volume slot was estimated to be only more than 60 points. Zhuge Zheng's lead was undoubtedly, but the most important thing was that the last three q skills could end this one-on-one challenge.

Sima and the others were so angry that their noses were crooked, and they frowned behind the Fifth Fifth Fifth quietly expressed their dissatisfaction with their captain.

Zhuge Zheng I took advantage of the situation to pursue. If the skills of this game are on one hand, then luck is on the other hand. Compared with the probability of a shooter's critical strike, this kind of Q skill thrown by one's own experience can hit luck.

After all, it is said that luck is part of strength.

The arrival of the hand feel made Zhuge Zheng's posture and instant judgment with great confidence. With this strong confidence, the hit rate miraculously increased. Every butcher knife that Zhuge Zheng threw out would make Wu Qiong's brain enter a blank that could not be chosen. Mengduo in Wu Qiong's hand seemed to be moving smoothly, but his mind was completely out of order. He just subconsciously avoided one oncoming butcher knife after another. He had no idea about how to fight back and whether there was a chance to reverse the situation.

Wu Qiong was a little anxious. He didn't know where his position was wrong, or was he caught by "Wang Zhixi" at a fixed frequency. These positioning flaws he had never discovered!

The most taboo in casting skills is annoying and irritable. Wu Qiong's state made the virus butcher knife in his hand far deviate from "Wang Zhixi". This round can no longer be regarded as "Wang Zhixi" avoiding the position, but a mistake in Wu Qiong's skill release direction.

Zhuge was raising the corners of my mouth and curved it in a big curve. Wu Qiong's inclination was already in chaos and allowed him to see the dawn of victory.

Zhuge Zheng's move is as good as a magical skill. I aimed at Wu Qiong with another flying knife. Wu Qiong's move was a bit messy and was hit again to slow down. Wu Qiong did not fight back, but tried hard to get out of his position.

"This brat... wants to increase my reaction by distance and reduce my hit rate to refocus my attention?" Zhuge Zheng was stunned. He was a little surprised by Wu Qiong's choice. This kid could not have suddenly become enlightened. To do this, he needs rich experience in single-handed fights and accurate judgment.

Wu Qiong is not as strong as a newcomer, but rather has a mature and mature look.

"Wang Manhulu, haven't you seen the competition reach the heat of the day? Why do you still have the heart to read comics? What a weird person." Xiahou Xuanjie couldn't help but shake his head, looking at Wang Zhixi, who was sitting next to him and looking through comics with disgusting eyes.

Wang Zhixi lowered her head as if she didn't hear it. This reaction was exactly the same as the fifth Fake, which was very annoying.

The layman watches the fun, while the insiders watch the tricks. All the people in the W training room are good players in this League of Legends. Seeing that Wu Qiong would rather give up his attack opportunity and forcefully open up the two Mengduojian positions, Wu Qiong's courage to choose cannot help but praise the people present. If they forcefully fight, Zhuge Zheng, who is in a hot hand, will win the whole way, and Wu Qiong's fate of failure is inevitable. With this choice, the increase in the ballistic range of the Q skill [Viral Butcher Knife] will increase his reaction time. As long as you avoid Zhuge Zheng's skills once, it will interrupt the rhythm of Zhuge Zheng's attack.

Zhuge Zheng, I know all this. I have a clear understanding of Wu Qiong's continuous hits, and his Mengduo blood volume has already bottomed out, which is about ten points of blood. As long as I hit it once, I will win.

The two Mondos entered a confrontation with their butcher knives, and neither of them took action rashly as soon as possible. No one could guarantee that they would hit the other side at a long range.

Mengduo's passive skill [adrenal hormone] can restore 0.3% of the maximum health per second to avoid long nights and dreams. Zhuge Zheng I took the lead in taking the offensive posture and actively moved to the middle boundary.

At this critical moment, a fatal butcher knife flew towards Wu Qiong's Mengduo. Wu Qiong, whose blood volume was bottoming out, was walking on thin ice every time he moved. He turned around and avoided it. Turning back, he made a counterattack with a Q skill. Zhuge Zheng, who had been prepared, was adept at me.

Both of them were empty in their skills. Because each skill release would consume their own health, it seemed like a draw, Wu Qiong actually won. The reason is very simple. Zhuge Zheng's self-explosion is just on the bloodline that can be killed by a q skill in Mengdu. Wu Qiong himself can be killed by a skill. Now it is nothing more than increasing the damage overflow of the opponent and no losses.

Both the two of the game and the audience all understood that in the next round, whoever has the Q skill hits the opponent first will be the winner of this game.

Everyone held their breath and waited for the suspense of the two annotations on the field to be revealed.

Zhuge Zheng's Q skill was cooled down in advance than Wu Qiong. He had the right to decide the game first, and hesitated without hesitation. He shot straight out with a predicted Q skill, carrying a dangerous aura.

Wu Qiong's move was to deliberately deceive Zhuge Zheng's move. As he reached his death stage, Wu Qiong became more and more calm and calm. After pretending to turn around, he walked straight forward.

Zhuge Zheng, I was eager to win, and couldn't help it for a while, and my fingers quickly tweaked the Q key. But when I saw that Wu Qiong did not turn around, his smile froze to his face.

Damn it! I was blinded by this stinky brat's trick. Zhuge Zheng was immediately panicked.

Wu Qiong activated the Q skill in the firelight of the battery, and hit Mengduo in Zhuge Zheng's hand like a meteor.

Blue Fangmundo fell to the ground and died.

The announcement of the victory and defeat happened too quickly. Sima Panmo, opposite Zhuge Zheng, didn't react for a while, and slipped down from the chair and sat on the ground. He said incredibly: "You're right, this guy Wu Qiong can turn the tables! You're too careless, Zhuge Zheng, me."

Zhuge Zheng, I looked at the black and white screen in a daze. He never thought that he would lose. An indescribable sense of hatred was accumulated in his heart.
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