A simple strike, hitting the mark.

It cut out a bloody flower, cutting down Tang Hao's soaring spirits.

Tang San Da's thrown brick was easily avoided by his opponent, while he was helpless to be hit by such a sword. How could Ye Xiu's attack be just a single segment? After the Draw Sword hit, the Myriad Manifestations Umbrella's shield was quickly put away, various forms rolled and displayed, and various skills landed one after another on Tang San Da.

Unspecialized Rapid Strikes!

Without realizing it, players had already given Jun Mo Xiao's set of combos a name. Although they didn't fully understand the changes in Ye Xiu's unspecialized combo routines, when they saw their opponents being hit from head to toe by various low-level skills, they knew that Unspecialized Rapid Strikes had arrived.

Under this wave of quick attacks, 16 people had already been defeated. Among them were nervous newcomers, potential rookies, teams who had given up tactically, skilled players who were trying their luck, and even former top-tier gods like Zhang Jiale and Sun Zhep.

Tang Hao, this kind of core player from a team, was a first for him.

But what was the result?

Players who had expectations for Tang Hao were quickly disappointed.

He... isn't any different from the others!

Did victory belong to Team Howling?

Tang Hao's pre-match declaration now looked like a self-inflicted slap in the face. He performed so weakly on the field, utterly overwhelmed.

What's going on? This isn't the All-Star Game.

Many players were puzzled, feeling that this wasn't Tang Hao's true level.

Tang Hao also believed this, that this was definitely not his true level, but the problem was that he couldn't bring out his true level.

After being preempted by Ye Xiu earlier, Tang Hao felt a bit frustrated, but his fighting spirit and his high spirits hadn't completely dissipated. He had prepared for a chance to counterattack, just waiting for Ye Xiu to reveal an opening.

But... there was no opening.

What kind of skill was contained in these simple four words?

No matter how arrogant Tang Hao was, no matter how confident he was that he could defeat anyone, he would never dare to think that he could be without openings, without a single flaw, in a match.

No one could do that, at least not until today, that's what Tang Hao thought. But now, in the immersive match, his opponent hadn't left him any openings at all.

How could this be possible?

Was his vision not sharp enough?

Tang Hao didn't believe that anyone could be without flaws, so he began to doubt his own observational abilities. His confidence had begun to waver.

This self-doubt, did it start today, or did it take root after the All-Star Game that day? Tang Hao couldn't tell anymore. He only knew that he didn't want to lose, but he couldn't find a way to win.

Would it just continue like this?

Seeing Tang San Da's health getting lower and lower, Tang Hao became anxious.

What if he really couldn't find a flaw? Would this match be taken away by Ye Xiu with a near-full health state? In Ye Xiu's sixteen-game winning streak, it seemed that no one had lost so miserably, right? Was he even worse than those guys?

"This is impossible!!!" Tang Hao roared, but his voice wouldn't be heard by anyone. Voice chat was only available in the All-Star Game. Back in the professional season, the rules were still the same.

But with this roar, Tang Hao roused himself. He ignored Jun Mo Xiao's subsequent attacks, Tang San Da activated Steel Body, forcing his way through!

Instant flop.

Tang Hao's choice was certainly not a solution, it looked more like a desperate struggle. Ye Xiu seemed to have a hundred ways to deal with it, and then randomly chose one, and Tang San Da fell.

The audience booed. In the eyes of many ordinary players, Tang Hao's struggle was extremely lacking in technical content. He thought he could break the Unspecialized Rapid Strikes like this?

"Too naive!" The Happy fans in the audience shouted loudly.

The sound couldn't reach Tang Hao's ears, but he knew better than anyone what he was doing.

Once isn't enough? Try again!

Tang Hao rushed up again, like a layman, continuing to entangle without any technical content.

You look like you have a hundred ways to deal with me? Alright, then I'll try, and see if you really have that many ways.

Tang Hao became stubbornly persistent, but the laughter in the audience gradually died down.

Tang Hao's performance wasn't good, and it even tarnished the reputation of a god-level player like him, but when there was no other way, being able to put down his pride and dare to make such a laughable attempt, Tang Hao's pursuit of victory was truly pure. If many people felt that the All-Star Game made him lose face, then at this moment, his actions clearly didn't care about face.

He wasn't playing the game for the sake of his reputation. What he wanted was victory.

It was a pity that victory couldn't be won by abandoning everything. No one really knew if Ye Xiu had so many ways to deal with it. Everyone only knew that Tang Hao's various attempts to crash through the wall ultimately ended with him smashing his head and bleeding. The audience stopped laughing, but Ye Xiu didn't relax at all.

Tang Hao might have endless courage to try, but Tang San Da didn't have endless life.

Again and again, unable to break Jun Mo Xiao's offensive, what awaited him was only a stronger backlash. Finally, Tang San Da's life had come to an end.

Lost!

But, unlike in the All-Star Game, he didn't have that kind of humiliation and embarrassment at that time.

Wang Jiexi's Magician-style play came suddenly, unexpectedly. Tang Hao was caught off guard, and in his heart, there was more of a sense of indignation at being tricked by an unexpected situation. But at this moment, what he was experiencing wasn't this kind of unexpected thing, not being caught off guard, but a real suppression, a suppression in which the opponent's strength was above his own.

There was actually someone this strong?

When Tang San Da fell, what Tang Hao felt in his heart wasn't humiliation, but this kind of sigh.

"I'll win next time!" But he was still stubbornly trying to save face, as if he had forgotten that his opening victory declaration had just been completely slapped in the face.

"Next time's business, we'll talk about it next time," Ye Xiu replied, killing him.

The audience breathed a sigh of relief.

Breathed a sigh of relief? Why did they have this feeling? Everyone suddenly began to feel strange again. Tang Hao was clearly just hitting randomly without any technical content. How could this kind of play win? Was there any need to be nervous for Ye Xiu?

When Ye Xiu left the stage, applause rang out. In the liveliness, there was also a hint of hesitation.

What about Tang Hao on the other side? As a loser, and a loser who lost quite badly, his steps looked very firm. Everyone looked at him, their emotions a bit complicated, but they couldn't say what the reason was.

Ye Xiu walked off the stage and sat back in his seat.

"You played well, you taught that guy a good lesson!" Chen Guo leaned over and praised. She didn't like the energy in Tang Hao's body. Being so suppressed by Ye Xiu was very satisfying.

"It was very beautiful," Fang Rui nodded. "But, it must have been very hard, right?"

"Hmm?" Chen Guo was puzzled for a moment, and then looked at Ye Xiu's expression. She found that he didn't have much of the joy of victory. Although this guy didn't usually put his mood on his face so casually, at this time, after the victory, his expression wasn't even very relaxed. Chen Guo immediately knew that she had looked at the problem too superficially again. She looked at Su Mucheng, and from Su Mucheng's gaze towards Ye Xiu, she even saw... worry.

"It wasn't easy," Ye Xiu said.

"What?" Chen Guo asked.

"Boss, do you think it's easy to suppress a player like Tang Hao so thoroughly?" Fang Rui said.

"Ah?"

"Being able to play like this is because he was in a high-density burst the entire time! It's very tiring," Fang Rui said.

Only then did Chen Guo understand that Ye Xiu had probably put in more effort than usual in this seemingly beautiful victory. To defeat Tang Hao? What he did was not just that, but to completely suppress him.

"Why did you do that?" Chen Guo was a little anxious. Wasn't it enough to win? Was it necessary to win so thoroughly, causing so much consumption? Chen Guo felt sorry for him.

"Why? Because I don't want to lose either!" Ye Xiu said.

Didn't want to lose?

Chen Guo was stunned. Did Ye Xiu mean that if he couldn't completely suppress him like this and give Tang Hao a chance to reverse the situation, he might be defeated by Tang Hao?

Chen Guo looked at Fang Rui, looked at Su Mucheng, and looked at everyone.

Everyone was silent and didn't question this.

Chen Guo couldn't say anything more.

"You... take a good rest!" All she could say was this.

The match continued. Although they were full of worry for Ye Xiu, the trend of the match was very good. In the second and third individual matches, Happy won two more cities with Mo Fan and Su Mucheng respectively. The individual matches actually played out a complete victory of three to zero.

The entire audience had completely forgotten the strange feeling that the first match had left them with, and the shouts of 10 to 0 once again set off in the arena. Individual matches had the most dispersed scores, and were always the biggest obstacle to playing a 10 to 0. Now that the individual matches had all been won, this round was another 10 to 0 rhythm! So far, as long as Happy had won all the individual matches, it had always been a 10 to 0 rhythm!

Listening to the cheers of the audience, Chen Guo was surprised that she didn't get excited with the audience. She couldn't forget Ye Xiu's hard work in the first match so easily. She suddenly had a very bad premonition in her heart.

The team arena had already begun at this time. Happy's first player to take the field was Fang Rui and his Qi Master, Boundless Sea.

The whole audience applauded.

Fang Rui, who had transformed into a Qi Master but still insisted on playing the Wretched Style. Although his style wasn't pleasing and many people in the Qi Master circle despised him, there were still many, many people among Happy's supporters who appreciated him. For such a new team that had just entered the league, what everyone cared more about was victory or defeat, and results. Leaving high pursuits for those wealthy teams with stable results who needed to add the finishing touches! Happy's supporters were clearly more pragmatic now. Victory was above all else.

Wasn't the victory of the Wretched Style still victory?

Amidst the cheers and applause, Fang Rui took the stage and entered the competition booth. And his first opponent, Team Howling, Zhao Yuzhe.

"Senior looks like he's doing well in Happy!" As soon as the match started, Zhao Yuzhe actually took the initiative to communicate with Fang Rui.