MMORPG: Martial Gamer

Chapter 1878 1878: The Experts of the Holy Hall Team

The Crowd of Misfits team winning three consecutive matches was within the expectations of the Holy Hall team, but it was unexpected that only one expert had participated in those three matches.

Especially the victory in the third match by Vainglory directly disrupted the rhythm of the Holy Hall team.

At this moment, in the resting area of the Holy Hall team, everyone was frowning, their faces serious.

"This can't go on."

Rockabye furrowed his brows and said, "The two strongest opponents haven't even come out, and we've already lost three matches. Are we going to be completely defeated in the first round?"

As martial artists, their innate qualities far exceed those of ordinary people. Even in the eyes of top experts like Rockabye, the strength of Wang Yu and Evil Rampage was quite terrifying.

Originally, according to Rockabye's expectations, the worst-case scenario would be losing three matches in the first round, resulting in at most a one-point disadvantage.

Even if they were unlucky and faced Wang Yu in the first match, the point difference would only widen to eleven points.

Although the total score in the last match was twenty points, the maximum difference was eleven points. Even if the first two matches didn't go well, as long as they could win the last match, they could still narrowly defeat the opponent with just one person remaining.

But who would have thought that the two top experts, Wang Yu and Evil Rampage, hadn't even shown up yet, and they had already been swept three-zero? Even Rockabye, no matter how calm he usually was, couldn't sit still at this moment.

After all, Rockabye had fought against Wang Yu. He couldn't confidently judge the strength of Evil Rampage, but he knew for sure that Wang Yu's level was definitely above any member of his team.

For a top-tier team, winning was essential. Given the current situation in the first match, even the most conservative estimates had not been met, making Rockabye understandably nervous.

"Let me go in the fourth match."

Just as Rockabye was worried, a large bearded man beside him suddenly stood up and volunteered.

The bearded man was extremely robust, with sharp eyes and a muscular build that made him look less like a gamer and more like a boxer.

"Boss!!"

Rockabye turned to look at the bearded man and exclaimed in surprise, "Are you going to go in so early?"

If anyone from the Crowd of Misfits team heard Rockabye address this bearded man, they would be greatly shocked.

Whether in personal strength or commanding ability, Rockabye was undoubtedly a top expert, and even Fearless praised Rockabye's battlefield command skills. In any team, he would be a captain-level figure. Yet, Rockabye naturally called this bearded man "Boss", indicating that this man was clearly not an ordinary person.

"Mm!"

The bearded man nodded and said, "To be honest, I also want to meet that expert you guys often mention."

"But... isn't it a bit early for you to go in now?" Rockabye hesitated. "I was planning to have you hold back their Iron Bull in the back."

"I can't wait any longer." The bearded man waved his hand. "We've already lost three matches, and we absolutely cannot lose any more in the next two rounds. You should understand this logic."

"I... I understand."

Rockabye nodded.

In professional competitions, getting swept is a very embarrassing situation, especially in the first match.

If they lost the second match, at least there would be an explanation. After all, it was a random match system, and luck was an uncontrollable factor, so being swept could be excused.

However, the first match involved choosing contestants, which tested the number and quality of experts in each team.

If they were swept five-zero in the first match, it clearly indicated that the losing side's level was very poor, whether in the number or quality of experts.

This was intolerable for a top-tier team.

Teams that reached their level were already world-renowned, and reputation was extremely important. At the very least, they couldn't lose all the matches in the first round; winning even one point would save them some face.

Rockabye clearly respected the bearded man, and since he had said so, Rockabye didn't dare to resist.

"Alright! Then let the Boss go in the next match." Rockabye said, "But the opponent is not an ordinary person; even you must be cautious."

"I know." The bearded man nodded knowingly.

…

In the resting area of the Crowd of Misfits team, the group of losers seemed to still be savoring Vainglory's victory from the last match. Everyone was chatting and laughing, and Vainglory was even boasting, "The highest realm of martial arts is to win without fighting! Have you old folks learned this yet?"

"Awesome, awesome, awesome!" The crowd gave him thumbs up.

"I don't think it's an exaggeration to call myself the number one expert of the Quan Zhen Sect." Vainglory boasted again.

"?"

As soon as Vainglory finished, a question mark appeared above Wang Yu's head.

"Tone it down, tone it down."

Hearing Vainglory's words, everyone glanced at Wang Yu and quickly said, "That's too much; little chick, don't get cocky just because you have some achievements."

"Haha!" Seeing Wang Yu looking at him with a blank expression, Vainglory hurriedly laughed and said, "Of course, I'm still a bit behind Uncle Bull."

"Knock, knock, knock!"

Just as the group was animatedly boasting, there was suddenly a knock at the door.

Ling Longmeng, standing by the door, casually opened it, revealing a serious-looking Meng Xi entering.

"Eh?"

Seeing the newcomer, the Crowd of Misfits team members were somewhat surprised, and Fearless joked, "You traitor of the Quan Zhen Sect, what are you doing here? Are you here to spy on military intelligence?"

"…"

Meng Xi had her own temperament and naturally wouldn't take Fearless's joke to heart. She shot him a cold glance, then looked around the room before seriously saying, "You all better be careful in the next match."

The speaker had no intention, but the listener did.

In reality, Meng Xi was genuinely trying to give a friendly reminder to the Quan Zhen team, but given Meng Xi's current position as their leader, her words sounded somewhat harsh.

"Oh?"

As soon as Meng Xi said this, the expressions of the Crowd of Misfits team darkened.

Fearless smiled and said, "Sister, that's not fair. Although we're familiar with each other, you can't provoke us like this."

"Do you think I have the mood to reason with you?" Meng Xi remained expressionless. "I'm warning you that the expert from the Holy Hall team in the next match is not simple!"

"Not simple? Haha!"

Ming Du pointed at Wang Yu and Evil Rampage and said, "Which of these two is simple?"

"Hmph! Anyway, I've already reminded you, whether you want to listen or not is up to you!"

Meng Xi was never one to waste words. Seeing the hostile attitude of the Crowd of Misfits team, she didn't bother explaining further. After casually throwing down a sentence, she slammed the door and left, leaving the members of the Crowd of Misfits team looking bewildered.