MMORPG: Martial Gamer

Chapter 1850 1850: The Best Offense is a Good Defense

"It seems like a waste!"

Seeing that Crotch Lord was unmoved by all the provocations, Fuyin realized that Crotch Lord didn't dare to take the initiative to attack him. He muttered to himself and charged straight towards Crotch Lord.

As a Guardian, Crotch Lord not only had short legs but also short arms, with his attack skill's range limited to a maximum of five meters for his charge.

Fuyin had a precise grasp of skill ranges. After stepping into Crotch Lord's charge range, he quietly activated a few gravity symbols beneath his feet and then continued to throw holy light orbs at Crotch Lord.

You wouldn't move when I was far away, but now that I'm right in front of you, are you still afraid to counterattack? At this distance, you can only use your charge, right?

Crotch Lord had managed to survive in the Quan Zhen Sect for so long, so he was clearly a clever guy. Initially, he had been following Fearless's orders and chose to ignore his opponent, but now that the opponent was advancing towards him, he instantly guessed that the opponent had malicious intentions, and he certainly wouldn't easily fall into a trap.

So, Crotch Lord reached for his waist and pulled out a rifle, aiming it at Fuyin and firing a shot.

The rifle had been crafted by Wang Yu, and every member of the Quan Zhen Sect had one. As a secondary weapon, the rifle not only stacked damage with the main hand but also had a certain knockback effect. This effect wasn't significant against bosses but was quite effective against players, especially low-defense magic users.

"Bang!"

With the sound of the gunshot, Fuyin's health bar dropped sharply, and he felt as if someone had pushed him, making him involuntarily take a step back.

Crotch Lord had only reacted habitually to show his attitude—not just standing there to be hit. However, when Fuyin retreated, the gravity symbols beneath his feet suddenly caught Crotch Lord's eye.

"Damn!"

Seeing the trap beneath Fuyin's feet, Crotch Lord felt a chill run down his back.

Although he wasn't clear about the opponent's powerful output methods, Crotch Lord knew that if he got caught by the gravity symbols, it would not end well for him.

Being turned into a target for attacks, even if the opponent's damage was low, thirty minutes would be enough to wear him down. Moreover, the priest could self-explode and use shameless skills like healing and invincibility.

If the opponent utilized invincible holy light and healing skills in a continuous loop, he wouldn't be able to escape.

Although Crotch Lord's strength was not on par with the top players present, he was self-aware. He knew that no matter how non-combat a class his opponent was, they were still a top-tier professional, and he naturally wouldn't underestimate them.

Having seen the opponent's malicious intentions, Crotch Lord became even more cautious.

Faced with Fuyin's continuous harassment with holy light orbs, Crotch Lord did not advance to attack. Instead, he stood his ground and fired. As soon as the opponent got a little too close, Crotch Lord decisively stepped back to create distance, afraid of being controlled.

After all, as a golden partner profession, compared to the Guardian, the priest also had short legs. Crotch Lord made a point to maintain distance, making it difficult for the non-combat profession Fuyin to close in.

Thus, the two engaged in an extremely tedious chase on the arena...

One had high health and defense, while the other could heal, and both had low output. Even if they threw a few attacks back and forth, it was all superficial.

After watching the "brutal race" for thirty minutes, the two were transported off the arena amidst the audience's boos.

In the third round, it ended in a tie.

At this point, the audience was fed up with this group of miscellaneous people. "Running away when you can't win" had always been one of the labels for the miscellaneous crowd team.

It was one thing to be sneaky in the elimination rounds, but who would have thought these guys made it all the way to the top-tier event?

Such a sneaky method of play was truly hard to put into words.

Of course, although both the audience and players looked down on the miscellaneous crowd team's tactics, this group took pride in it.

"Well done! One for one, this round is not a loss!"

As soon as Crotch Lord got off the stage, everyone immediately surrounded him, giving thumbs up and praising him.

After all, he was just an amateur expert; being able to take down a world-class expert in a mutual demise was certainly a gain.

"Not at all!" Crotch Lord humbly replied, "I was almost ambushed just now; thankfully, I listened to Fearless and didn't attack actively."

"These guys are all professionals, so of course, they won't waste time with you, but we're different", Fearless instructed everyone, "As long as we don't lose points, we can use any means necessary. Using the same tactic a hundred times is fine as long as it works."

"Fearless is right, Fearless is right!"

The crowd began to flatter each other, leaving the audience dumbfounded.

What the heck is this? Not only do they not feel ashamed, but they take pride in it... Such a mentality is truly hard for normal people to comprehend.

"Why are you chasing him?"

Just as Fearless said, professionals care about their image. Fuyin, on the other hand, received completely different treatment from the Freedom Team. His teammates pointed at him with expressions of pity and frustration.

Being led around on the arena like a fool was far more embarrassing than simply losing.

"Is it my fault? Who told me to go up as a support class?" Fuyin was not one to take insults without retort. Faced with everyone's accusations, he directly entered counterattack mode.

"......"

The crowd pondered for a moment, their gazes all falling on Wade.

Indeed, Fuyin, as a priest, was pushed to go up by someone else. The one to blame was not Fuyin, but the incompetent captain who commanded without thinking.

He said that the opponent would send out their strongest player in the third round, yet they sent out another Guardian with no damage output. Wade was the real culprit for this blunder.

"You... why are you all looking at me?"

Seeing his subordinates' unfriendly expressions, Wade felt a bit flustered.

Everyone then darkened their faces and asked in unison, "Captain, who will go up in the fourth round? Another support class?"

"This..." Wade quickly replied, "I-I'll go up, alright?"

"Good! That's what you said! We didn't force you!" The others rolled their eyes at Wade.

"Sigh..."

Wade sighed and shook his head helplessly.

With the team's morale scattered, it was hard to manage. The poor Wade still didn't understand why his subordinates were fine at the beginning of the match but now were in such a state.

Little did he know that all of this was under Fearless's control.

As the leader of the Quan Zhen Sect, Fearless's subordinates were all top experts. Even those who weren't top-tier were born with a sense of superiority, looking down on everyone. How could they possibly accept being wrong?

Especially in a commercialized team, everyone was forcibly grouped together, and the emotional foundation wasn't solid. Once faced with a setback, they naturally wouldn't think it was their fault but would begin to question each other, causing further rifts among the team members.