Chapter 117 Newcomers

"Qiao Yifan versus Song Qiying, this can actually be seen as a showdown between newcomers, right?" Pan Lin said, looking at Qiao Yifan, who was walking onto the stage in the camera.

"More or less!" Li Yibo nodded.

Qiao Yifan is no longer an insignificant nobody. He has ruthlessly entered the public eye along with the dark horse, Happy, as an outstanding player. His past has long been dug up, and people like Zuo Chenrui, a Microherb basher with a certain amount of influence, have repeatedly brought up Qiao Yifan to mock Microherb for being blind and letting go of such talent.

Qiao Yifan's performance is remarkable. Many people even feel sorry for him: this is clearly his debut season on the professional stage, but because he was a registered player in Microherb, he cannot be considered a rookie and cannot compete for the Best Rookie award.

Otherwise...

Many people like to talk about such "what ifs," but Qiao Yifan himself never cares about them. He is very satisfied with his current situation in Happy, extremely satisfied.

He changed his class to become a Ghostblade, and he has stable opportunities to play in Happy. He even gets opportunities in the solo arena, which is not suitable for Ghostblades. This valuable sense of fulfillment is something he never experienced in his year at Microherb.

He has gained importance, and many teams have privately contacted him, trying to poach him.

Qiao Yifan refused without hesitation. No matter what team, no matter what promise, nothing could move him. Because he will always remember who reached out to him when he needed help the most.

Qiao Yifan holds no resentment for being neglected, but he will repay being valued with all his heart and soul.

He hopes to stay here, to have Happy carry him and realize all his ideals.

His ideals are being realized a little too quickly.

Qiao Yifan's past experience prevents him from being overly ambitious, and instead makes him extremely cautious. His initial idea was to start over from Happy, step by step, and become a professional player again.

Yes, his initial goal was that low. He just didn't want to give up Glory and still wanted to be a Glory professional player.

But now, he is standing on the playoff stage and has successfully passed the first round with the team.

His ideals are being realized too quickly, so quickly that Qiao Yifan is a little overwhelmed. What should his goal be now? The championship?

Was that not a joke?

When reality appeared before his eyes, Qiao Yifan was truly a little dizzy. Happy's seniors were always shouting about winning the championship, but Qiao Yifan always thought that this was just a way to encourage everyone, even though it was a bit far-fetched! But the seniors in Happy were always joking!

So it wasn't a joke.

So his confidence was far from enough!

So they really had the ability to compete for the championship!

As the playoffs approached, Qiao Yifan was frantically adjusting his mood and state.

Because he realized that Happy was really going to charge towards the single-log bridge leading to the championship.

In addition to being overwhelmed, Qiao Yifan was also excited.

He needs to work harder so that he doesn't become a burden on the journey to the championship. He repeatedly warned himself.

And now, he is about to stand on the stage alone, paving the way for Happy's journey.

Qiao Yifan took a deep breath and walked onto the stage. He couldn't help but look back at the team's player seats. Their captain, Ye Xiu, was raising his arm towards him, raising his hand, and giving him a thumbs up.

"You are far more outstanding than you think!"

These were the words Ye Xiu said to him before he went on stage.

This was not the first time Ye Xiu had said these words to him. Every time, the firm tone would fill Qiao Yifan with fighting spirit and confidence.

He cannot let down his seniors and the team's expectations.

Turning his head, Qiao Yifan walked into the competition booth, swiped his card, the map loaded, and everything at the start seemed to be a repetition: the two characters, one at the front of the castle and one at the back.

Song Qiying's actions were exactly the same as in the previous match. His route selection was exactly the same, which made him more skilled and efficient in searching, filtering the rooms one by one.

Qiao Yifan, on the other hand, entered through the main entrance of the castle, without showing any unexpected moves with his personal style, and began to go from room to room.

However, One Inch Ash's movements were much faster than Song Qiying's Long River Sunset. He seemed to have a strong sense of purpose, as if he wanted to reach a certain place quickly.

The main entrance of the castle leads to the main hall, and then there are various corridors and rooms for various purposes on the left and right, totaling 17 rooms.

Qiao Yifan's One Inch Ash passed through two corridors and four rooms, and seemed to have reached a position that satisfied him. One Inch Ash stopped moving quickly.

Then, he turned around and slashed, and the door he had just entered was chopped down.

Then, the front, the right...

The doors on the three walls of the room were all torn down by One Inch Ash. Then One Inch Ash leaned against the wall, holding his sword, motionless.

"Is this... considered camping?" Pan Lin asked.

Li Yibo frowned.

It could be considered camping, but it was different from the general meaning. Qiao Yifan controlled One Inch Ash to chop down the door, making a lot of noise and not hiding it at all. The castle had no partition system, and Song Qiying, who was searching, clearly heard the movement, and it was three times in a row.

Qiao Yifan was camping, but he also released a signal to lure his opponent.

But was this signal a bit too simple? With Song Qiying's cautious nature, how could he rashly rush up?

Song Qiying would not be rash, but he would not ignore it either. Retreating and detouring was not the style and temperament of the Tyranny team. Long River Sunset rushed towards this side following the sound.

Boom!

Long River Sunset simply broke the door and rushed into the room to the right of One Inch Ash's room. The shattered door panels flew in all directions, and Song Qiying quickly turned his view, quickly seeing the situation in the room. He didn't see anyone, but the door panel that had been chopped down and was lying on the ground was immediately discovered by Song Qiying.

His gaze immediately swept towards the room, and Qiao Yifan's One Inch Ash was quietly moving towards the entrance, but after only a few steps, he stopped moving, holding his sword in front of his chest, ready to strike at any time.

The sword, named Snow Pattern, had a hint of white hidden in the purple light, swaying with the ups and downs of One Inch Ash's body.

Long River Sunset's footsteps were also getting slower and slower. When he approached the door, he almost stopped.

The two were clearly young members of the new generation of players, but this match was fought as cautiously as if they were veterans. The audience at the scene was so nervous that they could barely breathe. This kind of facing each other across the wall had occurred in the match between Ye Xiu and Zhang Jiale. But this time, the door panel had been knocked down, and the two characters were only one step away from meeting, making it seem even more imminent.

One Inch Ash's katana, Snow Pattern, was slightly raised. He seemed to feel that Song Qiying's Long River Sunset was next to the door. The blade began to glow, and the line of white was exceptionally clear under the light.

One Inch Ash had already begun chanting, already preparing to cast a Ghost Boundary.

What about Long River Sunset? He seemed to hesitate in front of the door and suddenly stepped back.

The audience was puzzled, but after the previous match, Tyranny fans would no longer question Song Qiying's actions. They believed that Song Qiying was also a true Tyranny man, so any action he took would not be considered cowardly. The Tyranny heroes are just that straightforward.

Stepping back two steps, moving sideways, and throwing a punch.

Pa!

The fist hit the wall, and everyone exclaimed. They thought the scene from Fang Rui and Zhang Jiale's match was going to be repeated. The wall was already loose and would be broken with one punch.

The TV broadcast also quickly zoomed in on a specific shot, and then they saw the wall peeling off and falling down.

What about the wall? It didn't move at all...

Immediately afterward, the second punch, pa, slammed into it again.

One punch, then another punch, and another punch.

Long River Sunset's fist kept hitting the wall. These were all normal attacks, with no mana consumption. The same attack power was pitifully small. It would take countless punches to break through this wall with such fists. But Song Qiying ignored this point and just controlled Long River Sunset, punching the wall again and again.

After a few punches, he changed his position and continued to punch the wall.

Everyone seemed to see his intention.

Didn't Qiao Yifan take down three doors? Song Qiying was now preparing to knock down the entire wall.

A rather bold idea, but the method of implementation was a bit clumsy. He was just using normal attacks, one punch after another.

Across the wall, the opponent would definitely hear the movement if he was on the other side, but Song Qiying ignored it. He was determined to carry it out resolutely.

The light of the Demon God's power on One Inch Ash's katana, Snow Pattern, gradually converged again.

Pa, pa, pa, pa...

The sound of fists hitting the wall next door clearly reached his ears.

Qiao Yifan quickly realized Song Qiying's intention and was a little dazed for a moment.

The other party actually wanted to break through the entire wall. This cautious boldness was completely beyond Qiao Yifan's expectations.

Detour, or hold his ground?

Now there were only these two options. One Inch Ash leaned against the wall, feeling the vibration transmitted by each punch.

Not leaving!

Qiao Yifan finally made up his mind.

Even if the opponent used such a clumsy method to eliminate possible hidden dangers, Qiao Yifan believed that staying was still to his advantage.

Happy's players were well aware of the wall's load-bearing capacity, because of their home field, their map selection.

And they also had a certain understanding of their opponents. They knew roughly the range of Song Qiying's Long River Sunset's attack power.

So, how many punches would it take for Long River Sunset to destroy this wall? Qiao Yifan felt that he could judge a rough estimate.

Better to do it early than late. Prepare in advance, and if necessary, he could destroy the wall himself and take the initiative to attack.

One Inch Ash no longer stood against the wall, but retreated a few steps, but the blade was still pointed at the end of the wall.

Not leaving, he would determine the victory with Song Qiying here! Everyone saw his attitude.

Pa, pa, pa, pa...

Only the sound of fists hitting the wall remained, echoing.