MMORPG: Martial Gamer

Chapter 1841 1841: Tension in the Quan Zhen Sect

"But I don't even know them."

Wang Yu looked puzzled.

It was clear that the members of the Freedom Team were specifically targeting Wang Yu, and he could guarantee that he did not know these guys at all.

"Since you don't know them, then they must have heard about you from someone else", Fearless said, stroking his chin. "You should know people from the Pantheon in the overseas professional player scene."

"Yes!"

Wang Yu nodded.

"Then it all makes sense", Fearless said confidently. "It must be the Pantheon pulling strings, and the Freedom Team is just being used as pawns without even realizing it."

…

Without the underhanded tactics of the Crowd of Misfits Team, the matches in the European server proceeded smoothly. Although all the teams competing were top-tier experts, it was a fierce contest, but soon enough, three teams advanced to the next round.

In addition to the all-star team Pantheon, the second team to advance was called the King Team, while the last team to qualify was the familiar Holy Hall Team, which had once hunted down the members of Quan Zhen.

The Holy Hall Team was already considered very formidable, but advancing was not easy, indicating that the standard of the European server teams was clearly a notch higher compared to the battles in the Asian server.

Of course, this does not mean that the teams from the Asian server were weak; the main issue was that most of the home teams came from single-player gaming backgrounds, and in the esports scene, their strength did indeed lag behind the top professionals.

…

After the matches concluded, the nine qualifying teams from the three major servers were confirmed.

They were the Crowd of Misfits Team, the Kyushu Team, and the BTR Team from the Asian server; the Rebel Team, the Freedom Team, and the Sci-Fi Team from the American server; and the Pantheon, King Team, and Holy Hall Team from the European server.

Among these nine teams, except for the Crowd of Misfits Team where Wang Yu was, the rest were all world-class, established top-tier teams, with Pantheon, BTR Team, and the Kyushu Team having dominated the top three spots in the esports scene for several consecutive years.

To be fair, although the members of Quan Zhen Sect were quite arrogant, when they actually faced such a large-scale competition, they couldn't help but feel a bit intimidated.

Being confident requires strength; in front of other players, the Quan Zhen Sect seemed to have superior skills, but in front of these professional-level experts, they still fell short.

Especially since everyone present were world-class experts, many of whom were even their former idols.

It felt like an amateur football enthusiast suddenly being pulled to the World Cup to play alongside top stars; it was a very peculiar feeling.

Upon returning to the hotel, the members of Quan Zhen Sect frowned in concern.

They had interacted with these top teams before; although the Kyushu Team had been defeated by them in the past, they all knew how they had won.

If it weren't for the "bug" that was Wang Yu, the level of expertise from the Kyushu Team could easily have dominated the Quan Zhen members.

As for the Holy Hall Team, they were the ones who had once relentlessly hunted down the Quan Zhen Sect, and just thinking about being chased by those guys still left everyone with trauma.

Now they were facing nine opponents of this caliber, and with the matches set for tomorrow, it was certainly an exaggeration to say they felt no pressure.

After all, the members of Quan Zhen Sect were realists; they understood better than anyone that having a strong ally was no substitute for their own strength.

Feeling uncertain in the face of so many powerful opponents was only natural.

"What should we do tomorrow? Fearless, you old dog, why don't you learn from the other teams and make some plans?"

The members of Quan Zhen Sect were truly anxious. In competitions, other teams would analyze their opponents and prepare various strategies beforehand, while Quan Zhen Sect only indulged in eating and playing, never considering such things. Now, seeing Fearless sitting there drinking tea and watching TV without a care, everyone began to criticize him for being an irresponsible strategist.

"Plan what?!" Fearless rolled his eyes and said, "The gap in strength is too great; what's the point of tactical arrangements? It's like saying you can win just by playing a trick."

"Damn!"

Feeling despised by Fearless, the others gritted their teeth and said, "At least you should analyze the opponent!"

"No need for analysis", Fearless waved his hand dismissively. "Didn't we watch the Freedom Team play? Just observe how the others play tomorrow."

"Freedom Team? How do you know our opponent tomorrow is the Freedom Team?" Vainglory asked in confusion.

"Is that even a question?" Fearless looked at Vainglory as if he were an idiot. "Little Chick, after being with us for so long, how have you not progressed at all? The Freedom Team came to provoke us today; do you think they'll let us fight with other teams first tomorrow?"

At this point, Fearless added, "The Pantheon knows that Old Bull is tough to handle, so they deliberately sent the Freedom Team to deal with us. We must show them some strength tomorrow."

"Aren't we hiding our strength?" Vainglory asked again.

"Oh my god." Fearless covered his face with one hand and rubbed Vainglory's head with the other, speechless. "What kind of logic is this? Even if we go all out, we might not even be able to match others; you still want to hide your strength? What are you thinking?"

"What about during the knockout stage..."

"That's called strategy! Showing weakness to deceive the enemy, understand?" Fearless sighed. "Using the same trick twice, do you think others are as naive as you?"

"Pfft! You're the naive one; your whole family is naive!" Vainglory retorted angrily.

*Cough cough!*

Boson, who was nearby, cleared his throat and said coldly, "Little Chick, watch your words! You can insult him, but don't involve me."

"I..."

Vainglory was left speechless.

Fearless's words made a lot of sense.

For the members of the Crowd of Misfits, having made it this far in the knockout stage was already their limit; trying to go further would be akin to reaching the end of their abilities.

In this situation, they had to be fully prepared for each match, because their opponents were not what they used to be; if they were not careful, they could easily lose a normal match.

As for the previous strategies of hiding Wang Yu and other experts to conserve strength, in this context, they would clearly have no effective use. It would be better to bluff.

This way, those teams planning to step on the Crowd of Misfits Team to advance would think twice about their own abilities.

…

Whether it was due to excessive tension or to ensure they had enough spirit and stamina, after dinner, the members of Quan Zhen Sect surprisingly did not play games, but instead returned to their rooms early to rest.

A night without incident, the next morning, everyone entered the competition venue under the reception of the staff.

The S-level World Professional League officially kicked off after a round of fierce competition.