MMORPG: Martial Gamer

Chapter 1898 1898: Weakness

The Breath of the Angry Dragon.

This skill can attack the target from four directions, and if the target doesn't have skills like Blink, it is basically impossible to avoid it.

Saint's Heart is a support-type priest, and naturally, most of the skill tree consists of support magic. Healing and recovery are okay, but Saint's Heart lacks combat skills like Blink.

The only invincibility skill that can withstand all damage is still on cooldown. At this moment, there was no way to avoid it, and he had to take Ming Du's Dragon Breath directly on his back.

Although Ming Du is a thunder-type mage, his fire attribute boost is also very high. With the first God-grade equipment of fire magic, the Vermilion Bird Staff, his fire magic damage surpasses that of thunder magic. Moreover, Dragon Breath is the king of fire magic, and the damage from this powerful attack exceeded everyone's imagination.

Let alone that Saint's Heart was currently in a low health state; even at full health, taking this hit from Ming Du would lead to certain death.

"Boom!"

Four fire dragons simultaneously smashed into the back of Saint's Heart.

Before he could even let out a sound, Saint's Heart was directly obliterated, sent back to the sidelines.

System notification: In the sixth match, the Crowd of Misfits team's Ming Du wins. The second match ends, and both teams take a break.

On the sidelines, within the Saint team, Saint's Heart, who had just lost the match, wore a face full of frustration.

In the sixth match, Saint's Heart felt it was somewhat unfair to lose.

Even a dead camel is bigger than a horse. Although Saint's Heart is not a combat profession, his strength is evident. If he had fought Ming Du in a conventional manner, even if he couldn't kill Ming Du, it would have been easy to stall until the match ended in a draw.

However, Saint's Heart foolishly tried to play a self-destruct strategy against Ming Du, not realizing that Ming Du actually possessed the shameless skill of casting spells with gestures.

Furthermore, Saint's Heart should consider where this self-destruct strategy came from. With a despicable teammate like Fearless around, how could Ming Du not be on guard against such a shameless tactic?

Losing to Ming Du, he could only blame that kid for being too self-righteous.

As a result, he handed Ming Du a kill point.

The Crowd of Misfits team scored three points for three kills, plus two for the two player kills, totaling five points in the second match, while the Saint team only scored one point.

After two matches, the current total score was nine to two, with the Crowd of Misfits team leading by seven points.

Everyone felt as if they were dreaming with this score.

As a grassroots team, the Crowd of Misfits's strength was very transparent. Throughout the matches, they had used every trick in the book to win. Although they won the matches, most viewers felt sympathy for their opponents.

After all, esports is still about hardcore strength, and the audience was not convinced by the Crowd of Misfits's way of winning.

However, in this match, the Crowd of Misfits team displayed strength that took everyone by surprise.

The Saint team was one of the favorites to win the championship in this competition, and their strength was such that even a powerhouse like the Pantheon wouldn't dare to claim they could win.

Yet, after two matches, they had produced such a pitiful record, which was indeed hard to accept.

It's no wonder people were saying they must have taken under-the-table money; anyone would be suspicious in such a situation.

...

The second match ended.

Exiting the game pod, both teams returned to their respective lounges.

Saint's Heart was still feeling down about the earlier match, his head lowered, his face filled with guilt, as he muttered to himself, "Why did I self-destruct? If I had just run away, he definitely wouldn't have been able to catch me..."

"Alright, stop blaming yourself, brother."

Seeing that Saint's Heart had not yet emerged from the shadow of failure, Rockabye patted him on the shoulder and said, "It's just a seven-point difference. The last match has a total of twenty points; we don't care about this little gap."

"Is our plan reliable?" Saint's Heart questioned, "What if we fail? Closing such a big gap is not easy."

After that battle, Saint's Heart had developed some understanding of the Crowd of Misfits team.

The reason these guys could fight their way to the finals was not just due to their treachery.

While their individual skills might not be up to par with top professional players, each had their own specialties, and you never know when one of them might pull off a trick and turn the tables. This kind of instability is the most unreliable factor in the plan.

"Don't worry!"

Rockabye smiled and said, "Their biggest weakness is already exposed before our eyes. As long as we seize this point, they are bound to lose."

"Is it really that easy? That guy is quite strong", Saint's Heart frowned.

"Hehe!" Rockabye chuckled, "The third match is on our home turf. If we can't win even in the traps we've set, then it's surely a matter of the Lord's decision, and we are willing to respect the Lord's will."

"Alright."

Saint's Heart, clearly a devout believer, saw that Rockabye had invoked the Lord and had no choice but to close his mouth.

In contrast to Saint's Heart's caution, Ming Du, who had just won the last match, was still repeatedly boasting to his teammates about how brilliant and heroic he had been, and how dumb and trashy his opponents were. It felt as if the Crowd of Misfits team had already won the entire match.

"Alright, shut up!" Fearless shot Ming Du a glare, forcibly interrupting his bragging, "Look at you, so smug. The other side didn't even take the second match seriously, okay? Otherwise, how could you win?"

"Jealousy, it's definitely jealousy!" Ming Du disdainfully looked at Fearless and said, "Jealousy makes you uglier. I've decided, I'm going to brag about this match for a year, just to annoy you."

"I also think they didn't take it seriously."

Wang Yu chimed in while stroking his chin.

"Zero win rate, shut up!" Ming Du began to taunt recklessly.

"......"

Wang Yu fell silent for a moment, then turned to ask Fearless, "Does my captain have the authority to kick team members out of the team?"

"Of course!"

Fearless nodded and said lightly, "Team members expelled from the team won't even receive their basic salary, let alone any bonuses."

"Daddy!"

Upon hearing this, Ming Du's face darkened, and he directly knelt before Wang Yu, completely losing his earlier arrogance.

"Go play somewhere else." Wang Yu was also too lazy to deal with this shameless person, waving his hand to push Ming Du aside, then turned to Fearless and asked, "How should we play the next match?"

"The next match is going to be tough!"

Fearless pondered and said, "We must be prepared for both scenarios."

"Why?" Ming Du asked again, "We're already seven points ahead; how could it be tough?"

"Do you think a seven-point difference is significant?" Fearless frowned and said, "In the final match, the winning side gets an additional ten points."

"Are you worried about the other side's home turf?" Wang Yu asked again.

"Home turf doesn't matter", Fearless replied, "What's important is that our weakness has been seen through by them."