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    A Battle of Luck + Skill

    A Battle of Luck + Skill

    Luo Yan clenched his fist, unwillingly looking at his hand. He was so close, why did it have to hurt so much at the crucial moment?

    After hearing the news of Luo Yan’s elimination, Cen Xi glanced at Luo Yan and understood the reason for his death.

    In the team voice chat, Cen Xi openly asked, “Your hand hurts?”

    To prevent Luo Yan’s hand from bearing so much pressure, one way was to spread Luo Yan’s pressure to other team members, letting everyone in the team know about this situation.

    After all, they were a team.

    “What?” Wu Xinming didn’t understand Cen Xi’s words, and was slightly distracted.

    “What’s the situation?” Wu Xinshen also asked.

    Only Luo Yan remained silent.

    “Luo Yan, your current condition doesn’t allow you to be SY’s vanguard.” Cen Xi controlled his character to run towards Wu Xinming. The vanguard position required a lot from the player’s wrist, and Luo Yan’s hand couldn’t handle it at all. Moreover, Cen Xi suspected that Luo Yan’s hand might have become more injured during these few rounds of the match. “I’ll be the vanguard.”

    As soon as Cen Xi said this, Wu Xinming and Wu Xinshen roughly understood the situation.

    During the match, they couldn’t afford to be distracted. The two kept their questions in their hearts, sharing the same thought as Cen Xi: they couldn’t let Luo Yan be the vanguard.

    “Xi-ge, I’ll do it. The sniper’s flexibility still can’t compare to an assault player.”

    Although Wu Xinming didn’t like the thrilling feeling of rushing forward, preferring the thrill of assassinating people, the team always needed a tempting guinea pig to lure the enemy to their doom.

    “Okay, then I’ll support you from behind.” Cen Xi agreed readily, as the support position was more suitable for him.

    The SY team quickly rearranged themselves in a short amount of time.

    The opportunity had come. Although Cen Xi hadn’t reached Wu Xinming’s position to support him yet, he couldn’t let the opportunity in his hand slip away.

    Shi Tou encountered the flag insertion point. This could be an opportunity, or it could be a trap.

    But so what if it was a trap? Wu Xinming calculated that Cen Xi could make it in time, and he trusted Cen Xi.

    Wu Xinming decisively attacked. After all, sneaking around in the cold was easy to be discovered. He fired a shot directly. Shi Tou, who was just pretending to lure people, immediately dodged upon hearing the sound.

    “Sneaky,” Wu Xinming cursed. A bullet flew from behind Shi Tou. Enemy reinforcements had already arrived, while their own reinforcements were still on the way. This was going to be difficult. Wu Xinming narrowly dodged the bullet.

    “Which direction are they in?”

    Cen Xi’s voice rang in Wu Xinming’s ear. He knew his reinforcements were ready.

    “8 o’clock in the shadows, but I don’t know if they’ve escaped. I’ll take care of the one in the open.”

    After saying that, Wu Xinming stopped running and started to attack head-on.

    At the same time, Wu Xinshen was also on the way, throwing another ice beast at Two Fortresses.

    CS

    Yang Guang eliminated.

    Cen Xi’s snipes were always accurate.

    The SY fans in the audience inexplicably erupted. This shot could be said to be Cen Xi “blindly” sniping and killing someone.

    This level of sniping was so good that people would report you for hacking in normal games.

    The camera focused on Cen Xi. Cen Xi looked at the computer screen slightly confused. He originally wanted to shoot to put pressure on the opponent, but he accidentally hit someone. It was just absurd.

    “Xi Shen, ah ah ah ah ah ah!” Wu Xinming was seriously focusing on his duel with Shi Tou in the game, but outside the game, he praised Cen Xi mindlessly. This shot greatly improved SY’s chances of winning. Even if they didn’t occupy the flag point, they could win by getting more kills.

    “Stop shouting, focus. I’m coming over,” Cen Xi put away his gun. To support him as quickly as possible, he directly sniped, ignoring the angle of view, and just shot randomly based on what Wu Xinming said to disrupt the enemy.

    “Okay,” Wu Xinming replied seriously, suppressing his excitement. Shi Tou’s skill level was similar to his, the only difference was that his reinforcements hadn’t died, while Shi Tou’s reinforcements were completely wiped out.

    Luo Yan and Ben had just respawned and couldn’t make it in time. Shi Hua’s building speed should be similar to Wu Xinshen’s, so he was still on the way and couldn’t provide support in time.

    Wu Xinming still had a better chance of winning.

    CS

    Shi Tou eliminated.

    Wu Xinming walked to the flag insertion point and planted the flag with peace of mind. Cen Xi was protecting him in the shadows. He suddenly began to feel grateful that they had drawn this map where snipers couldn’t be of much use. Otherwise, with Luo Yan’s hand injury, he would definitely lose if he had to survive under Ben’s snipes.

    And this Water Land map happened to be Wu Xinming’s favorite map, or rather, the favorite map of all stealthy assassins, without exception.

    The match countdown ended, and SY won the game.

    If you were to interview the SY players about their winning experience, everyone would say they were lucky.

    The goddess of luck descended on SY in this match.

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