Even the Kyushu team, representing Brave Continent, was utterly speechless at this moment.
As for the tricks of the Quan Zhen Sect, while they might be called tactical plays, the truth is they are just cowardly tactics.
This style of play was popular when esports first emerged, but the essence of esports is to make players stronger through petition.
Such a win-at-all-costs approach is ultimately not respectable.
It would be one thing if the Crowd of Misfits used this tactic in domestic petitions, as they are amateurs after all, and a little cleverness can be accepted. But bringing this nonsense to the international stage and planning to promote it... that's just hard to watch.
It's like the Olympics, where everyone is representing their country in petition. If you resort to underhanded tactics, even if you win, it's not glorious, since this is an individual match, not a team event...
Individual matches focus on a player's solo skills, while team matches test tactical abilities.
...
After four rounds of petition, the Wind of March was mentally exhausted by the tactics of the Crowd of Misfits.
What the hell is this? How can such lowly tactics be used in an international petition? If it weren't for the fact that there were no flaws to exploit, the Wind of March would want to file a plaint against the opponent right now.
At this point, the Wind of March had e to terms with the situation, knowing they had been thoroughly outplayed and no matter who went on stage, the opponent would surely cheat.
So, the Wind of March pointed at a knight beside him and said, "Qiyue, you go!"
"Me?" The knight named July Blossom frowned and said, "Why should I?"
July Blossom had been watching the previous battles and clearly saw how unfairly his teammates had lost.
If the opponent had defeated him with honest methods, he wouldn't mind, but to be beaten by a bunch of lowly tricks would be infuriating, especially when the opponent was an amateur.
"Because I'm the captain", the Wind of March replied, not pleased. "Isn't that reason enough?"
"Uh..." July Blossom was speechless. Alright, there's no reason more persuasive than that.
However, just as the Arirang team had selected their last player for the match, the Crowd of Misfits had another trick up their sleeve.
"For the last round, the Crowd of Misfits Team forfeits!"
Just as July Blossom was about to enter the battlefield, Wang Yu from the Crowd of Misfits Team stood up with a smug expression and said, "We, the Crowd of Misfits Team, are here to pete for the world championship. It's an honor for you third-rate teams to pete with us, but for the sake of friendship between our two nations, we don't want your record to look too bad, so we're graciously letting you score one point."
"Pfft!!"
As soon as the Crowd of Misfits Team's reason for forfeiting was announced, everyone present collectively choked on their anger.
Especially the Arirang team, who were furious to the point of feeling like they were going to explode.
"How arrogant! How shameless! How disrespectful!"
Members of the Arirang team were red-faced and furious, wishing they could quit the game right now and beat the Crowd of Misfits Team members to a pulp.
The Arirang team could be considered an established team; they had experienced all kinds of battles, yet they had never encountered such an opponent before.
Clearly, a bunch of shameless individuals using underhanded tricks on the battlefield, too cowardly to face them directly, while acting as if they were invincible, was infuriating. What was even more outrageous was their audacity to claim they were letting them score.
For professional players, this was a huge insult.
As for the other teams, they were pletely dumbfounded.
Letting them score? What kind of operation is this? Do they really think of the S-level professional league as a joke? How arrogant!
Only the Kyushu team was watching the show with a detached attitude.
Confucius once said, "Let them be arrogant; whoever is arrogant will be destroyed."
A single point may not seem like much, but it could determine the oute of the entire match. The Crowd of Misfits Team, despite their bravado, could be praised if they won, but if they lost... heh.
The domestic critics wouldn't care who you are; if they don't roast your ancestors for eighteen generations, are they even keyboard Warriors?
To act with such blatant disrespect, the Crowd of Misfits Team was truly digging their own graves.
Of course, the purpose of this was known only to the Quan Zhen Sect themselves.
There was no helping it; the road to the petition was still long, and the final team match had a full twenty minutes, which was the key to victory.
Now, apart from Wang Yu and two others, the players from the Quan Zhen Sect who could hold their own against top-tier professionals were all on the field. Continuing to play would inevitably expose the strengths and weaknesses of the Crowd of Misfits Team.
It's important to note that the second round of the wheel match selected players randomly. In front of top professional players, the Quan Zhen Sect members could only leave it to chance, which made the final team match crucial.
If they exposed their strengths and weaknesses too early, the third match would be very difficult to play.
Top-tier professionals are all cunning and would never confront challenges like ordinary players.
In the third match, the Arirang team would choose the map. If they picked a larger map to avoid facing a top-tier expert like Wang Yu and deliberately targeted the Quan Zhen Sect's weaknesses while playing hide and seek across the map, wouldn't that be digging their own grave?
Forfeiting the last round was also a forced decision, and as for why they were so arrogant, it was obviously to save face.
At the same time, it could provoke the opponent's anger, killing two birds with one stone.
...
The intentions of the Quan Zhen Sect were unknown to others, but the audience's jeers reached the petitive room, and the members of the Quan Zhen Sect in the game could clearly hear them across dimensions.
"Is this really okay?" Wang Yu asked, feeling a bit embarrassed after reading the statement provided by Fearless.
Wang Yu was a martial artist and, like the author, had a humble and genteel personality. Saying such arrogant words felt somewhat awkward to him.
"What's wrong with it?" Crotch Lord said from the side, "When I play table tennis, it's customary to let the opponent score a point, alright?"
"Table tennis is not the same as this", Wang Yu said, feeling a headache ing on.
In table tennis, giving points is because the national team's strength is obviously superior to their opponents. Giving points is to avoid making the opponent look too bad; the opponent wouldn't feel insulted but rather grateful.
But the Crowd of Misfits Team was just an amateur esports team; with so many experts in the world, Brave Continent is not the only dominant team. The two situations cannot be pared.
"What's the difference?" Fearless raised an eyebrow and asked, "Do you think they can beat you?"
"How is that possible?" Wang Yu scoffed.
Wang Yu was quite confident in his abilities.
"Then that settles it", Fearless said, "After all, like the national team, you are invincible. Letting them score is just a matter of etiquette."
"That makes sense!" Wang Yu nodded.
After spending so much time with the Quan Zhen Sect, Wang Yu had unconsciously bee a bit shameless himself.
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