MMORPG: Martial Gamer

Chapter 1848 1848: The Nemesis of Self-Destruction Style

"Alright, it's my turn to take the stage!"

On the side of the Crowd of Misfits team, Wang Yu stood up, ready to enter the match. If they wanted to defeat their opponent decisively, they definitely needed a top-tier player for the third game.

Yang Nuo and the others from Evil Rampage had already played, and Wang Yu was the only player left from the Quan Zhen Sect who was truly confident in winning the match.

"Wait!"

However, just as Wang Yu stood up, Fearless suddenly interrupted, saying, "You don't need to go this round."

"Huh?"

Hearing Fearless's words, everyone looked confused. "If he doesn't go, are you going instead?"

"I could go, but I think you all should have a chance to show yourselves", Fearless replied with a faint smile.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Everyone rolled their eyes. "You just want to watch us make fools of ourselves, right?"

This was a world-class professional league, with top players everywhere. Each participant was a top-tier professional, while the Crowd of Misfits team was just a bunch of amateur players at best, with a second-tier professional setup. They might manage to hold their own in team fights, but one-on-one, wasn't it just asking for punishment to send them out?

Despite their arrogance, the Quan Zhen Sect had enough self-awareness. Given Fearless's character, it wouldn't be surprising if he sent someone out to embarrass themselves while he laughed from the sidelines.

"Look at you all being so timid!" Fearless sneered. "Don't worry, the next round definitely won't feature any top-tier players."

"Why not?"

Everyone looked puzzled.

Fearless explained casually, "We're on a winning streak right now. According to tradition, the third round will definitely aim to capitalize on that momentum. The other side isn't stupid; after losing so badly in the first two rounds, they won't send out their top players to clash head-on in the third round. I bet they'll choose someone weaker for this match."

"That's just nonsense." The group scoffed. "Even the weakest is still a top-tier player, alright?"

"Even a top-tier non-combat class player won't have much damage output", Fearless chuckled.

"Why do you think they would send a non-combat class player?" the others questioned. "There are over a dozen people in their team, and with only five rounds, how could they possibly end up with a priest?"

"Knowing that the third round is a loss, do you think the combat players would agree to go out and lose? This is a competitive stage; even a captain wouldn't dare force a combat player to go out and die", Fearless said with a smile.

"This..."

Upon hearing this, everyone was suddenly left speechless.

It's true; even though professional players work for a salary, they still have their dignity as top players.

Going onto the stage to die is, after all, an embarrassing choice.

Reputation is everything for professional players.

In this era, where there are plenty of opportunities to showcase their skills, not even a mere team captain would dare to truly force their esports players to do something that would ruin their reputation.

Especially now, during a competition, if they angered the players, the consequences could lead to a complete failure, affecting more than just this match.

Thus, the best candidates in such situations are non-combat class players. After all, support players are expected to take the fall. Even if they lose, it's not seen as shameful for a non-combat class player to be defeated.

"Then who should go for the third round?" Realizing this, everyone asked again.

Fearless casually pointed to Crotch Lord, saying, "Let him go! He's a bit more reliable."

"Are you looking down on us?" the group of steel spirits protested again.

"Yes! I am looking down on you", Fearless replied provocatively. "I'm afraid you'd just get blown up by the priest if you went out there!"

...

Fearless's consideration of the opponent's tactics was still somewhat instinctual. Since the opponent was a priest, it was easier for Fearless to relate. As a priest who primarily relied on a self-destruction style, Fearless was most wary of the priest's "Judgment" skill.

If even Fearless could easily approach and blow up his enemies, let alone a top-tier professional player, it would undoubtedly be a piece of cake for them to blow up the ragtag group of the Quan Zhen Sect.

To be safe, it was best to send someone who couldn't be easily blown up onto the stage.

Although the priest's self-destruction skill ignores defense to deal true damage, Crotch Lord had both high defense and health, so enduring two self-destructions from the opponent was not an issue. If they wanted to blow up, then let them; who was afraid?

Of course, the opponent was still a top-tier expert, and Fearless had no way of knowing their full capabilities. So, just before Crotch Lord stepped onto the stage, Fearless didn't forget to remind him, "Try to maneuver and don't get greedy or reckless with your attacks! As long as we don't let the opponent score, we win!"

"Understood!"

Crotch Lord nodded, then transformed into a white light and was teleported to the competition stage at the same time as his opponent.

...

"Eh?"

Seeing that the player stepping onto the stage for the Crowd of Misfits team was not the expected Pugilist but a Guardian, the audience was somewhat surprised.

The members of the Free Combat team couldn't help but frown.

Especially the priest, Gospel, who was stunned to see that the opponent was not the planned Wang Yu.

"What's going on? Who is this?"

Gospel looked completely bewildered.

For an amateur team like the Crowd of Misfits, professional players generally only skimmed through videos, paying attention to those who had some skill, while others were not worth the effort to study in depth.

It was reasonable for Gospel to not recognize someone like Crotch Lord, who was not particularly strong.

However, the battle plan had initially included a Pugilist, and suddenly changing it to a Guardian caught Gospel off guard.

Just as Fearless had predicted, although Gospel was a non-combat class, he was still a top-tier player with dignity. Even in a situation where he might have to sacrifice himself, he wouldn't easily concede defeat. Thus, before stepping onto the stage, Gospel had also run simulations of the battle against Wang Yu.

The priest's main damage output skill was a self-destruct that ignores defense. As a priest who had invested in half vitality, Gospel's health would certainly be higher than that of a Pugilist. As long as he could get close to Wang Yu, Gospel was confident he could win a round, even at the cost of his dignity.

But facing a tough-skinned and high-health Guardian on the opposite side made Gospel feel like he had no way to attack.

After all, priests are a magic-based class, and their health growth is far inferior to that of a Guardian. Even with half vitality investment, a level seventy priest would only have around eighty thousand health, while a tank class could have nearly two hundred thousand health at level seventy.

To put it simply, the self-destruct skill is about trading health for health. How could a mere eighty thousand health compete against a Guardian with two hundred thousand health?

It's important to know that after using the priest's Judgment skill, their health would drop to one point, meaning that even a light breeze from the opponent could knock them out. If Gospel didn't have absolute confidence in being able to blow up the opponent, using the self-destruct skill would just be a suicide mission.

Thus, upon seeing that the opponent was a Guardian, Gospel immediately abandoned the idea of blowing up the opponent.