Chapter 329 The Beautiful and Cruel Professional League

hateful!

After the random shooting started, He An's men were also suppressed by Qiu Musu, and then there was no chance to break free. The random shooting was followed by rapid shooting, the rapid shooting was followed by explosive shooting, and the explosive shooting was followed by angry shooting...

The status skills of each sharpshooter were released one after another, and Ren Quye's blood volume began to drop rapidly.

I will lose... If this continues, I will definitely be chained to death!

Can't lose... what should I do? There should be a chance... calm down, calm down...

Can't lose!

Look for an opportunity... Be sure to find an opportunity to fight back!

Cumshot over... now!

He An's eyes lit up, and he rushed forward with his sword.

Dash and hit!

Qiu Musu's stature was short, and he dodged the sword just right, sliding the shovel!

The person was also knocked into the air, Qiu Musu turned over and jumped up, stepped on it with one foot, and shot!

The stepping and shooting skills that he couldn't escape once again consumed Ren Quye's blood volume. Even the magic swordsman with excellent blood volume and defense power finally fell into a disadvantage under repeated blows!

People go and swing their swords, force Qiu Musu away, turn around and jump up, splitting waves and chopping!

This is a grasping skill that can break the domineering body!

Got it! He An's heart skipped a beat.

boom!

The explosion of the grenade sounded, cruelly interrupting He An's attack.

knee bump! Whirlwind legs!

The combo of two physical skills knocked people into the air, and the bullets poured out again!

He An continued to work hard to find an opportunity to counterattack, but every time he was cracked by the opponent just right, even if he could occasionally consume a little HP of the opponent, he would be knocked out even more HP!

Gradually, He An became more and more anxious.

Can't beat...really...can't beat!

He An's strength is still good, even at the level of first-line players, but what he is facing is a top god-level master who can compete with the recognized first person of the new generation of Glory!

Fans of Wuji have already started to panic. They are no less concerned about the outcome of this game than the team members of Wuji. Originally, when they saw He An suppressing Qiu Musu at the beginning, they thought they had seen hope, and even one by one Everyone cheered!

But in just an instant, the situation was reversed directly, Qiu Musu's fierce offensive hit He An almost powerless to fight back!

The cruelest thing in the world is this, which gives people hope, but then makes people fall into despair...

But, it's a game!

Mu Qiu didn't have the slightest sympathy for this, and continued to manipulate Qiu Musu to suppress his opponent.

On the battlefield, using all your strength to knock down opponents with all your might, this is... the style of a professional player.

If he shows mercy because of pity, then he is not worthy of being a professional player.

What's more, it's useless even if he keeps his hand. The difference in strength between the two sides is too great. Even if he keeps his hand, He An will lose the battle.

Besides, Mu Qiu is only the second challenger, behind him, there is still Lord Grim.

He An anxiously manipulated people to look for opportunities to fight back, but everyone could see that he was in a mess.

The occasional attack is still a bit routine, but there is no trick, it is simply taking one step at a time.

But Qiu Musu's attack is still fierce, fast, gorgeous like fireworks, but mercilessly cruel...

It was only a matter of time before He An was defeated.

Everyone can see it.

He An could also see it.

However, he has no choice, this opponent...

He was deeply enveloped by a sense of powerlessness, and more thoughts began to recall in his mind, how he started playing Glory, how hard he practiced his skills but was underappreciated, how he was discovered by the eliminated Wuji and wanted to show off his ambitions, and now ...

He An gritted his teeth as he watched Qu Ye whose blood line was falling rapidly, but he was so powerless.

Is everything... coming to an end?

He was already red-blooded, but Qiu Musu's offensive was still extremely fierce.

It's almost the end...

People are like a small boat in a huge wave, without the slightest stability, it is riddled with holes by the waves, and it looks like it will be torn apart.

over...

He An's face was already pale. Although his hands were still operating, his brain was blank, and he had come to grab him, and he didn't even know what he was doing.

glory!

With two large characters flashing on the screen, people fall down, He An's hands also left the keyboard and mouse, and buried his head deeply in, his hands soon felt wet.

He cried.

It's not that I don't want to work hard, but... I really can't win!

There are naturally many people in the same mood as him, not only the players, but also the fans who are still in the auditorium.

Maybe the fans don't know what will happen to Team Everlasting, but judging from what they know about the management trends of professional teams, Team Everlasting may be difficult to maintain.

It's over, the game is over, Wuji's campaign is over, their careers are also over, everything...

it's over……

The Wuji team's training room was silent.

He An still buried his head in his hands, he felt ashamed to face his teammates.

But who would blame him at this time?

Such a result was not caused by a single person's mistake.

Team Everlasting, is this the end?

Everyone was silent, and from time to time they would sneak a glance at the boss of Team Everlasting, the person who could determine the fate of Team Everlasting.

The boss of Team Everlasting is naturally very disappointed and sad, but he also knows that every team member is equally sad at this time, especially like Wu Chen, who has been with Everlasting since the professional circle, and his feelings for Team Everlasting are afraid Deeper than his boss.

The boss knew that when Team Everlasting was relegated, Wu Chen was also invited by other teams, but in the end he stayed, but the result was such a pity.

He failed to return to the professional circle with Team Everlasting, but wanted to witness the end of Team Everlasting with his own eyes.

The boss sighed, and wanted to say something to comfort everyone, but at this point, any consolation seemed useless, and any result had to be faced with dignity.

In Wuji's training room, the atmosphere was so oppressive that one could hardly breathe.

"Everyone has worked hard..." After a long while, the boss finally spoke, "Today, let's rest early..."

After speaking, the boss took his leave first and left.

Go to bed early, that is to say, but tonight, can anyone in the Everlasting team sleep well?

Including the boss himself, he let out a long sigh when he left the door.

Not only tonight, probably for a long time, everyone in Wuji couldn't sleep well, right?

Victory and failure are always accompanied by laughter and tears. Compared with Wuji, Xingxin's side is naturally full of joy.

"Win!" The moment Renquye collapsed, Chen Guo immediately jumped up excitedly.

Although they had already known about this victory, she had been looking forward to it since Mu Qiu came on stage.

This is the end of the second round of the game. Even if Wuji can win the team competition, there is no way to recover. This is the so-called killing game.

"It's just the second round." Ye Xiu said, but there was still a smile on his face.

Mu Qiu also twitched the corner of his mouth, but he let out a sigh.

Although the competition system is like this, after all, he destroyed a team with his own hands. After all, this is the first time he has really experienced this in a professional level game, so he still feels a little heavy.

He understands all the truths, maybe if he wins, he still behaves like a crocodile's tears, but his character has always been like this.

Professional games are always beautiful and cruel.

The beauty makes people flock to it, but the cruelty makes people despair.