MMORPG: Martial Gamer

Chapter 1899 1899: The Final Battle

"Weakness?"

Spring Halo interjected, "Our team has so many weaknesses; isn't it normal for them to be seen through?"

Indeed, compared to the other teams, aside from a few strong experts, the rest of the members of the Crowd of Misfits team were all weaknesses.

It was a miracle that a team so full of flaws could make it to the finals.

"This time is different; the weakness that has been seen through is the biggest one", Fearless said, turning to look at Wang Yu.

"Hey, hey, hey! Why are you looking at me?" Wang Yu said with a dark face. "You can't be saying that I'm the biggest weakness, right?"

"Exactly!" Fearless nodded. "It's you!"

"What the hell?!"

Hearing Fearless's bold statement, everyone in the Crowd of Misfits was shocked, their hair standing on end. Flustered, they exclaimed, "Fearless, you can eat whatever you want, but don't talk nonsense! Without Old Bull, we would have been done for a long time ago. He's a strength, not a weakness!"

"Exactly because Old Bull is our biggest strength that he has now become a weakness", Fearless replied. "Think about it, how would our team fare without Old Bull?"

"Do we even need to ask?" everyone said in unison. "Forget the finals; we probably wouldn't even win domestic competitions!"

"So if he gets targeted by the opponents, what do you think our chances of winning are?" Fearless asked again.

"This..."

Upon hearing Fearless's words, everyone fell silent, momentarily at a loss for words.

Fearless was right. At this moment, the Crowd of Misfits team had such results not only because of everyone's efforts, but to be fair, all their tactics and battles revolved around Wang Yu. If there were no Wang Yu, no matter how exquisite Fearless's tactics were, they wouldn't stand a chance against professional-level experts given the significant gap in strength.

In other words, without Wang Yu, the Crowd of Misfits team would have no hope of winning. Hence, if their core, Wang Yu, was targeted, that became their biggest weakness.

"With Old Bull's strength, it shouldn't be that easy to target him."

After a long while, everyone said somewhat hopefully.

"Clearly! It is!" Fearless said with a serious expression. "They've already grasped the basic method to deal with Old Bull. Didn't Old Bull get ambushed in the second round? Don't forget, in the next match, they will be on their home turf."

"Uh..."

Upon hearing Fearless's words, the previously lively atmosphere in the break room immediately fell silent.

The Holy Hall team has many extraordinary players, and no matter how strong Wang Yu is, he cannot escape the system rules. If the opponent chooses a large map in the second round, and Wang Yu is thrown to the edge of the map... they wouldn't even need to face Wang Yu directly.

After all, this is a competition, not a deathmatch; the opponent only needs to score as many points as possible within the time limit, not to annihilate themselves.

"Is there no way to respond?"

Mu Zi Xian asked with a frown.

As the manager of the Crowd of Misfits team, Mu Zi Xian, despite not understanding the competition or being involved in the battles of Wang Yu and others, couldn't help but feel worried seeing Wang Yu and his group, usually so optimistic, adopting such a negative attitude.

"That depends on Old Bull's strength limit", Fearless pondered and asked, "Old Bull, honestly, how many of those guys do you think you can take on at most?"

"Hard to say!"

Wang Yu shook his head in response. "If they were ordinary players, it wouldn't matter how many there are, but the Holy Hall team consists of top-level experts. Even I wouldn't dare say I could take on ten of them at once."

Wang Yu's words were not meant to inflate others' morale.

What is a professional expert? A professional expert is someone who has undergone the strictest operational training, maximizing their attributes and profession to the highest level possible.

No matter how strong Wang Yu is, <<Rebirth>> is ultimately a game, and within the limits of attributes, his strength also has a ceiling.

If Wang Yu represents the operational limit within the game, then a top-tier professional expert is the one who comes closest to that limit, the ceiling among ordinary players.

Without the constraints of attributes, Wang Yu's operational skills could easily take on ten opponents, but under the system's attribute limitations, even if Wang Yu is stronger than his opponents, it is still limited.

Wang Yu is a practical person and naturally would not exaggerate his strength in such circumstances.

"Of course!"

Then Wang Yu continued, "However, if possible, I would also like to challenge my limits and see how many I can take on."

"Then it's up to you!" Fearless patted Wang Yu on the shoulder. "We will try our best to help you deal with some opponents."

After that, Fearless turned to Darknorth Fisher, who had been silent, and said, "Old Bull is the core of the competition, and you are the key. You must remember the task I assigned to you."

"Got it!" Darknorth Fisher nodded firmly.

……

Time passed minute by minute, and the ten-minute break quickly came to an end.

Both teams returned to the game once again.

At this moment, the members of the Crowd of Misfits team no longer wore their usual playful smiles; instead, serious expressions replaced them.

This group of guys had participated in many competitions since the domestic professional league began. Although their strengths varied, with Fearless's commanding ability and Wang Yu's formidable strength, they had always been confident and felt secure, never experiencing even a hint of pressure.

But this time, their opponent made them feel an unprecedented sense of crisis.

Wang Yu and Fearless were the two main pillars in the hearts of the Crowd of Misfits team; as long as one remained strong, everyone could feel confident.

However, now even the usually invincible Wang Yu could not guarantee victory, and even the usually strategic Fearless dared not speak lightly of the outcome. The danger of this battle was evident.

If things went poorly, the Crowd of Misfits team might find their journey halted here.

For many, simply reaching the top three in a world-class competition during their first participation would be a remarkable achievement. However, for the perfectionists of the Crowd of Misfits team, the top three were not a source of pride.

Moreover, the members of the Crowd of Misfits were not young anymore. Not to mention Spring Halo, who was in his thirties, already nearing forty, even Wang Yu was over twenty-six this year. Though still in his prime, he had passed the golden age of esports, and it was very possible that this competition would be the last match for this group of old friends.

Can a farewell match only settle for third place? The goal of the Crowd of Misfits has always been higher; their target has forever been the championship.

No matter who the opponent is, the championship is their ultimate pursuit.

With the system's prompt, the third match officially began. The captain of the Holy Hall team, Holy Apostle, stood up to select the match map.

On the big screen of the arena, various maps were scrolled through, and finally, Holy Apostle's finger stopped, landing on a desolate map—Forest of Ruins!