Fatigue...

Tang Rou quickly felt it. Under this extreme operation, her fingers began to feel tired in less than a minute. Then, the fatigue traveled to her wrist, her elbow, and along her arm, impacting her upwards.

How long could she last? Tang Rou didn't know, nor did she think about it. Her mind was completely focused on her opponent. While attacking at high speed, she was still trying to maintain the precision of her movements. She hoped to land more attacks on her opponent.

One minute...

Two minutes...

Three minutes...

Four minutes...

The professional players' expressions changed one after another.

They discovered that perhaps her hand speed wasn't the most terrifying thing about this beautiful player. What was even more terrifying was her perseverance in maintaining that hand speed.

Four minutes! Such a hand speed lasted for a full four minutes. Many players had already begun to ask themselves, if they were to unleash their maximum hand speed, how long could they last?

Even more terrifying was that after four minutes, it hadn't stopped. The battle was still progressing at high speed...

"If she knew how to use ultimate skills, she might have already won this match..." some said.

"Not necessarily. Ultimate skills have larger openings when recovering. If she uses them haphazardly, they're easy to miss. And with one miss, no matter how fast her hand speed is, she can't cancel the system's forced recovery stiffness!"

"So, she's actually at an advantage using only low-level skills..."

"It's a pity that the output of low-level skills is too low, and her accuracy is really lacking... Judging from the current progress, she'll have to hold on for at least ten minutes if she wants to defeat Du Ming like this."

"Ten minutes? That's impossible, right?"

"..."

No one dared to jump to conclusions easily, because Tang Rou had already made them feel incredible. Such a strong desire to win, yet it was only in such an insignificant exhibition match. They felt they couldn't comprehend how strong her spirit must be.

Five minutes...

Six minutes...

In the blink of an eye, another two minutes passed, and the Battle Mage's chaotic attacks were still unbelievably maintained at high speed.

"What's going on? Is this guy cheating..." Du Ming, who was waiting for an opportunity minute after minute, became a little agitated. His Swordsman's health had already dropped by more than half, but the situation where the opponent would reduce their hand speed due to fatigue or reveal some super flaw had never appeared. He could feel that the opponent was persisting very seriously. Although she couldn't guarantee the accuracy of all her attacks, she was always trying her best.

*Poof!*

Another sound of being hit. This sound had made Du Ming somewhat numb after several minutes. He was frequently hit, but because they were only low-level skills or normal attacks, the damage was limited, allowing him to persist until now. He wasn't overly nervous about this hit. He had been trying his best to dodge the attacks, and occasionally being hit was indeed because his hand speed couldn't keep up, which was unavoidable.

*Poof!*

Who would have thought that not long after being hit once, another sound came. Du Ming was stabbed again by Tang Rou's battle lance.

*Poof, poof, poof, poof...*

In the following minute, the sound of attacks landing became increasingly rapid and compact, and Du Ming's Swordsman was continuously being hit.

"What's going on?" Du Ming was bewildered, and the professional players were also bewildered.

"Her hand speed is still increasing??" This was the first thing everyone thought of.

"No... she's not..." Suddenly, some with more discerning eyes discovered the problem.

"It's not that her hand speed has become faster, but that Du Ming has become slower..."

This sentence exploded among the professional players like a thunderclap.

"Although this player's attacks are disorganized, if he didn't move at all, Du Ming would have died ten or eight times already."

"So he has to try his best to avoid these attacks."

"The opponent's attacks are fast, so he has to dodge quickly..."

"It's not just one person engaging in high-tempo combat, but both sides."

"Although Du Ming's consumption can't compare to his opponent, he was affected by fatigue before she was."

Just when everyone was estimating whether Tang Rou could last for ten minutes, they suddenly realized that the one who couldn't hold on first was actually Du Ming.

Successive attacks continuously landed on his Swordsman. Du Ming initially felt bewildered, and thought that his opponent had increased her hand speed again, but he quickly realized that he was the one who had slowed down, unable to keep up with his opponent's hand speed. At this time, his health had entered the red zone.

He's going to lose!

It was only at this moment that Du Ming had this realization.

From beginning to end, he really hadn't seriously considered this question. No matter how fast the opponent's hand speed was, she was just an inexperienced newbie. How could such a barbaric style of play continue until the end?

This was the source of Du Ming's confidence, but he hadn't expected that the opponent would really continue like this, even to the point where he couldn't hold on anymore.

"Du Ming is going to lose... losing in the desire to win." Someone sighed.

Everyone was silent.

Without a doubt, in such an exhibition match, these professional players wouldn't have a strong desire to win. They didn't need a desire to win when fighting ordinary players.

But ordinary players were different. Defeating professional players had a different meaning for them. Their desire to win would of course be much stronger than that of professional players.

The desire to win brought such persistence. And Du Ming, in the confidence that victory was certain, unknowingly revealed his fatigue first.

The desire to win and hand speed were the differences between Du Ming and Tang Rou in this match. At this time, Tang Rou had completely grasped them.

Already somewhat panicked, Du Ming failed to reorganize when his health turned red, and soon, his Swordsman fell under Tang Rou's Battle Mage's battle lance.

The stadium was silent.

There were too many unprecedented things happening at this All-Star Weekend.

And now, even the event of an ordinary player defeating a professional player had occurred.

If it was said that he intentionally yielded, this match obviously didn't seem like it. Even the audience could see that this match was completely Tang Rou exploding her hand speed, forcibly beating Du Ming to the ground.

No one wanted to cheer at this time.

This was the home stadium of Team Samsara, and Du Ming was a core player of their home team. But at this time, he was defeated by an ordinary player, which made the vast majority of the audience feel very embarrassed.

After another moment of silence, from somewhere, a curse suddenly came out. Then it spread to every corner, and jeers rose one after another.

For their home team, fans not only understood and supported them, but when they were dissatisfied, everyone would unreservedly express it.

This was the time when these scoldings were rampant.

Moreover, everyone's tone was unified. No one said Tang Rou was wrong, and everyone was criticizing Du Ming for being useless.

If you watched from beginning to end, Du Ming not only lost this match, but he also lost it very badly.

In a match that ultimately lasted 7 minutes and 34 seconds, Du Ming was suppressed and beaten for 7 minutes, beaten until he died.

The scolding grew louder and louder, and the patterns of scolding also became more and more diverse. The scene was completely out of control. Although the host's voice was supported by equipment, it was completely drowned out in the crowd, and no one could hear what he was saying.

Such scolding was not unfamiliar to professional players. Many had experienced it.

For example, Liu Hao of Team Excellent Era was scolded to the point of being completely devastated by Excellent Era's fans after a major mistake last time buried a good situation.

Amidst the scolding, Tang Rou and Du Ming had already stepped down from the competition stage and stood in the center of the arena.

The scolding immediately set off another climax, and Du Ming in the center of the arena was so depressed that he wanted to die.

It wasn't until the host came to the two of them and kept trying to maintain order that the scene gradually calmed down.

"Look at that guy's expression, hahahahaha!" Not depressed at all, Chen Guo, who was very excited, happily handed the binoculars to Ye Xiu, wantonly mocking him. This immediately attracted countless angry gazes from the surroundings. Ye Xiu took the binoculars and sat up straight. Chen Guo was a beauty after all, and had some privileges. If he was as arrogant as her, he might be severely beaten by these enthusiastic viewers.

After taking the binoculars and looking at the center of the arena, Du Ming's expression was indeed quite wonderful. Looking at Tang Rou, she was no different from before the match. This girl's mental strength was definitely her greatest talent.

After the sound in the stadium gradually calmed down, the host's speech could be clearly heard.

But the first sound that was made was not from the host, but from Du Ming.

He took the initiative to propose that he wanted to play another match with Tang Rou.

His meaning was of course very obvious, he wanted to win back the game and save face. But he didn't expect it to immediately attract a new round of ridicule.

Professional players competing with ordinary players was also a very unpromising thing in the eyes of the players.

Du Ming's face became even more unsightly.

He was scolded for losing, and scolded for wanting to win back. Was there really no room for him to turn things around this time?

As a result, just as the scolding was slightly smaller, Tang Rou's voice came out: "Okay, I accept your challenge."

The whole place was in an uproar again.

Now it had actually become Du Ming challenging an ordinary player.

There were still people scolding Du Ming for being unpromising, but Tang Rou's arrogance also caused a lot of dissatisfaction. There were also many impolite words falling on Tang Rou. After all, Du Ming was the one they really supported. They loved him deeply, so they criticized him harshly. They felt that they could scold him, but when they were discriminated against by outsiders, they immediately began to stand on their own side.

However, in these reproaches, Tang Rou was more mature than professional players, and didn't take it seriously at all, turning around and walking towards the competition stage again.

The host didn't know what to do for a while. Playing another match after finishing one was also an unprecedented event. The experienced host only felt that this All-Star Weekend was a bit of a mess.

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