Amidst the chaotic noises, Du Ming returned to the competition stage.

Although winning another match couldn't erase his previous defeat, it was at least better than doing nothing. Du Ming didn't know what better way he had to regain his lost ground other than playing another match.

The map was still chosen by Tang Rou, another random selection. The match started quickly; the emcee hadn't even managed to run off the stage before the holographic projection descended.

Without a word, they met in the center of the map and began to fight.

The commotion in the arena subsided considerably after the match started. What was originally a casual exhibition match had now become a matter of concern for everyone.

Given Tang Rou's arrogance earlier, countless people were hoping she would suffer a crushing defeat in this match.

Gritting his teeth, Du Ming wouldn't be so careless this time. He wouldn't hold onto the confidence that he would definitely win. He was giving it his all, with a strong belief that he had to win.

As soon as they exchanged blows, Du Ming quickly took the initiative.

Attacking relentlessly, Du Ming also unleashed his hand speed, wanting to return everything Tang Rou had inflicted upon him.

The hand speed that Du Ming unleashed might not have been as fast as Tang Rou's, but the quality was vastly different, maintaining accurate and effective operations. Although he could also fight recklessly like Tang Rou, as a professional player, Du Ming was afraid he would be drowned in spittle if he used such a disorganized fighting style.

He wanted to win, and to win beautifully, to win absolutely, to make everyone understand that the previous loss was just an accident, a fluke. His strength was completely above this ordinary player.

Tang Rou, on the other hand, used the same old trick, again unleashing her hand speed and recklessly fighting on her own.

This time, the feeling of fatigue came even faster. And her opponent, this time, was also full of fighting spirit. The two began a real hand-speed contest.

One side had quality.

The other had speed.

In comparison, Tang Rou's speed wasn't much faster, but Du Ming's operation quality was much better than hers.

In the end, quality prevailed.

But Du Ming's victory wasn't easy either. He couldn't imagine how this pretty girl could unleash her hand speed once again, without much rest, after having already exploded it once.

He could win this match, but it would be difficult to win as beautifully as he had hoped.

At this time, the two were exchanging blows, essentially injuring the enemy by a thousand, while damaging themselves by eight hundred.

But no matter what, he had to win this time.

Du Ming burst out with all his might, and Tang Rou was unwilling to be outdone.

The professional players were shocked again...

It was not surprising that ordinary players would have a greater desire to win when challenging professional players. But how could this player maintain such a strong fighting spirit after having already won once?

Was she really just an ordinary player? Did she really think it was amazing to win against a professional player once?

The professional players realized that they seemed to be wrong. This player, although her level was indeed not as good as theirs, didn't put them in her eyes that much. She didn't think of them professional players as being so amazing and unattainable like so many ordinary players did.

She was really trying to defeat them seriously, not for entertainment. This was a real match.

"This beauty... is a freak?" Someone couldn't bear it anymore and finally used a more impolite comment.

More people didn't say it, but many of them thought the same way in their hearts.

"Seeing a guy like that, I suddenly have the desire to go up and fight a match!" Many warlike players said.

Not many people were paying attention to this match itself anymore. With their experience, they had quickly judged the outcome of this match. The fact was just like that. In the end, Du Ming's swordsman defeated Tang Rou's Battle Mage.

So tired, but so good!

Du Ming felt that this battle was really enjoyable. When he walked down from the competition stage, there was a smile on his face.

Until he reached the center of the arena, the emcee was speechless at the two of them. This time, Tang Rou took the initiative to speak.

"Can I challenge you to another match?"

Du Ming was stunned, the emcee was stunned, and the entire audience was stunned.

The emcee was the first to react and quickly interjected, "Miss, isn't this against the rules?"

"What rules?" Tang Rou asked.

The emcee was taken aback. According to the rules, the audience member who was drawn should be replaced by a new one after playing a match. But this rule had already been broken, and it was Du Ming who broke the rule first. He had dragged her into another match in order to regain face. How could a broken rule be restored? It wouldn't be good to say that professional players have special privileges, would it?

The emcee didn't know what to say for a moment, but Tang Rou ignored him and just asked Du Ming.

Du Ming could only agree. He couldn't refuse, and he couldn't find a reason to refuse. If he had won like this from the beginning, he could have declined the challenge again, but the problem was that he had lost once, and lost very badly. Now that the other party was challenging him again, he couldn't refuse. He was afraid that if he refused, people would misinterpret it as him being afraid. Because in the last match, he didn't win so easily. He had to admit that this newcomer girl with hand speed, if he didn't pay attention to her random attacks, he might really repeat the mistakes of the first game.

Amidst the confusion of the audience, the two really started the third game.

"It's a mess, it's completely messed up..." the emcee was muttering. The people in charge of the broadcast were also going crazy. But there was nothing they could do. They couldn't forcibly drag people off the stage in front of so many viewers, could they?

In the blink of an eye, the third game had already begun. As soon as it started, Tang Rou unleashed her hand speed again, and it was still her purely noob-style newcomer gameplay.

"Still so fierce..."

Compared to the anxious emcee and the broadcasting team, the professional players were carefree at this time. They felt that things were getting more and more interesting.

"This beauty, is she planning to use this repetitive method to drag Du Ming down as a whole?" Someone speculated.

"That's ruthless!"

"But the organizers won't allow it, will they? This endless two-person show?"

"Xiao Zhou, what are you planning to do?" Someone even ran to ask the people from Team Samsara. At this time, they were no longer secretly discussing Tang Rou's strength in their respective teams. The lively scene made them a family, happy and excited.

Of course, the happy teams didn't include Samsara. Du Ming was a member of their Samsara team, and if he lost face, their team would also be tainted. At this time, when people from other teams ran over to ask, the people from Samsara were speechless. Zhou Zekai, who was named, also pondered for a moment before answering, "I don't know!"

"It's best not to stop it, let's see what this beauty is up to." Someone said.

"I don't know!" Zhou Zekai still said this, making others only walk away speechless, looking around to see if the organizers were taking any measures. No one cared about the content of the match at this time, and even the result didn't matter to them. They only wanted to know the follow-up to this match, whether there would be a fourth match, a fifth match, whether they really had to exhaust one of them to death on the field to stop.

The professional players looked around like this, but they didn't see anything. Over at Ye Xiu and Chen Guo's side, some staff members really came over.

"Miss, that Miss Tang on the field is your friend, right?" The staff member said very politely.

"Yes!" Chen Guo responded casually. She was very concerned about the outcome, watching intently, and didn't even notice how a person had touched over to the empty seat next to Tang Rou.

"Can I ask you to have her come down after this match is over?" The staff member said.

"Huh?" Chen Guo noticed something strange beside her, turned her head to look, and found that it was actually the emcee on the field who had run next to her.

"Look, we have to give other viewers a chance to come up and challenge, right? She's already played three matches by herself." The emcee reasoned with her, obviously having long-term concerns, fearing that Tang Rou would want to play another match after this one was over.

"If they want to fight, let them fight!" Chen Guo was definitely someone who didn't mind watching the fun, and didn't want to drag Tang Rou down at all.

"But our event has to continue, please."

"Isn't it still going on now?" Chen Guo said.

This one-on-one match usually only lasted a few minutes. It was obviously a major mistake for the emcee to personally run off the stage to communicate with Chen Guo. While he was arguing with Chen Guo here, the two on the field actually finished fighting.

And this time, Tang Rou actually won again. The two were still exchanging hand speed, but this time Tang Rou performed exceptionally well, with surprisingly precise operations. And Du Ming, because he had just won a match, was somewhat relaxed, and he didn't expect Tang Rou's luck to be so good in this match. The accuracy of her random attacks suddenly rose to a new level, and he couldn't resist for a while. Amidst an uproar, he was defeated again.

The emcee was still arguing with Chen Guo, but Ye Xiu reminded him, and when he turned his head to look, he almost spat out blood.

And this time it wasn't that Tang Rou wouldn't come down, but Du Ming resolutely issued another challenge. Tang Rou naturally accepted it happily. The two didn't even wait for the emcee and directly started another match.

"Du Ming, this guy, his luck is terrible!" The professional players were almost laughing. In this match, Du Ming really lost completely to luck. Tang Rou's unstable operation was surprisingly accurate, hitting the vitals every time, catching Du Ming off guard.

If he lost one match, he could win one match to save face. It would be even better if he could win another match. As a result, this guy actually lost another match. He didn't know how many matches he would have to win to recover.

The emcee didn't dare to delay here this time, and quickly ran back to the field first, sending another persuader over.

"Forget it, I'll go call her down!" Ye Xiu said.

Chen Guo was someone who was tough on the outside but soft on the inside. In fact, she had already been persuaded in her heart, but she just dawdled for a few sentences, and insisted on winning another match for Tang Rou. Seeing Ye Xiu say this at this time, she also nodded: "Okay, you go!"

Chapter 4 I'm Terrifying, Right?!