The situation on the battlefield took a dramatic turn in an instant.
Xue Lan and Wen Yan's health levels dropped to the lowest level at the same time, and they both retreated to cover at the same time.
What is happening now is not just a gun battle, but also a breathtaking and exciting psychological battle.
The same blood line, the same death by one shot.
The battle situation was thus suddenly pulled to a state where the accounts were almost tied. In this extreme duel where no one could be careless, either side would be killed with just a scratch. The outcome was decided in just one shot.
Xue Lan stared at the blood-recovering injection that was reading the message bar, and simply gritted his teeth to stop the message bar from reading. He put away his gun and headed towards where Wen Yan was hiding.
This is an extremely risky decision.
Almost a second after he left his shelter, a bullet just grazed his side.
After Xue Lan dodged into another bunker nearby, he switched his view and observed the movements behind the opponent's bunker with a serious look. After another bullet passed by him, he immediately rushed out of the bunker and headed straight for the bunker where Wen Yan was!
The unobstructed movement before reaching the bunker in order to avoid the bullets of the first assaulter Wind was a crazy move tantamount to licking blood on the tip of a knife. Xue Lan'an endured the growing heat in his heart and passed through numerous missiles in one dangerous situation after another, and actually touched the bunker where Wen Yan was!
At this moment, he and Wen Yan were standing at the two ends of the electronic equipment that was placed in the middle of the corridor as a shelter.
He held his breath, and after a moment of relaxation, he picked up the dagger and rushed behind the shelter!
The figure behind the cover flashed, as if he had predicted his attack and barely avoided the sudden knife, and then disappeared into the air in an instant.
Stealth skills!
Xue Lan made a prompt decision and slightly turned sideways while using his healing skill. Almost at the moment when he pressed the healing button, the suddenly surging health bar was slashed down by a knife, causing the screen to flash red!
If it was 0.1 second later, this knife would have become the decisive blade between the two!
The blood ignited by this critical moment made Xue Lan tremble. Without hesitation, he turned the knife around and stabbed it in a certain direction in the air behind him.
The sound of the blade cutting through flesh could be heard clearly from the headset, but the knife did not achieve a decisive victory. It only forced the person behind him to reveal himself.
The two men raised their knives again almost at the same time.
The game interface also announced the outcome of the game at this moment.
Wen Yan's solemn expression was reflected on the screen showing the narrow space.
This was just a simple solo match, and his original intention was just to find out the potential of a newcomer as an attacker. But at this moment, only he knew that he could not predict the outcome of this duel.
After a brief data integration, the victory and defeat decision interface appeared on both screens at the same time—
Xue Lan held his breath and looked at the displayed results and breathed a sigh of relief.
The result of losing this game is not surprising. After all, Wind Yanshen is an unshakable god in the eyes of everyone in "Doomsday".
But the fact that he could have such a satisfying fight had already made him so excited that beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
The victory or defeat was decided by just a few tenths of a second.
This result has far exceeded his expectations.
Besides, this is only the first game of the best-of-three series.
A prompt popped up in the lower right corner again asking whether to enter the next game. Xue Lan clicked it without thinking and entered the next game.
At this moment, Xue Lan could not consider himself as a rival to a top player like Wen Yan. In just one game, there were already too many details and micro-operations that were worth his repeated study and deep thinking. He didn't know if he could finish the three games, or whether the game that was about to begin would be the last one of the best-of-three games. He felt that every second he was experiencing was worth his repeated study and pondering.
In the next game, he must avoid all possible micro-operation errors.
But just as the game entered the loading screen, a slightly angry voice suddenly sounded -
"Don't fight with this kind of person."
Xue Lan was startled and looked behind him in surprise.
"She's used to doing this kind of thing. She wants to use you to get attention!" Deng Ruiqiu said, looking at Xue Lan with undisguised disgust: "She just live-broadcasted the solo game. Now everyone on the Internet is watching your live broadcast. It's obvious what she wants to do. She just wants to use you to climb up!"
"I didn't broadcast it live." Xue Lan said in surprise but with certainty.
"Do you dare to say that this nozuonodie live broadcast room has nothing to do with you?"
Xue Lan's breathing stagnated, and the passion that had just been ignited by the duel instantly cooled down. He quickly quit the game and found the fat man's ID in the friend list of only four people in the client. Sure enough... he was watching the game.
Xue Lan's heart sank to the bottom in an instant, and he didn't care about the game that had already started. He quickly opened Fatty's private message and asked him to stop watching the game.
"I'm sorry, I..." Xue Lan knew that if he said he didn't know at this time, no one would believe him, so he could only apologize again: "This matter was my negligence, I'm sorry."
"What's the point of apologizing? You're famous now. You've taken advantage of the popularity twice. Haven't you achieved your goal?"
Deng Ruiqiu said as he tossed out the most popular post in the game forum and said coldly, "Look, many people are speaking up for you now, saying that Wind's era is over and that they were beaten to a draw by a young player."
Xue Lan stared blankly at the screen of his phone as he spoke.
Willow Wind: This assault is so cool, damn, is it really BabyCandy? The medic is so timid, but the assault is so aggressive
Paper Knife: This is a real-life runaway lolita... That charge just now was so fucking exciting, right? ! This is really a giant lolita, she is simply sweet honey on earth!!!
Panda Eats Sour Bamboo Shoots: Wind's era has passed. After all, everyone here grew up watching Wind play games. He is almost at the end of his golden age, and it is time for a successor to emerge.
dThe game is over: Wind can’t even beat a woman, so it’s completely over.
I only love wind: I have been scolding babycandy for a year... How come I started to change from hater to fan... Such a young lady is so damn handsome, she secretly trained as an assaulter for Yanshen, and even dressed as a man to play professionally in order not to embarrass Yanshen!!!
d fell from the altar: That's it? Wind is just so-so, but he was deified by his crazy fans.
Yanshen is the only god: Shouldn’t the youth training camp matches be kept secret and not broadcast live? ? ? No one is here to take care of it
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"I..." Xue Lan's heart went cold, and the burning passion seemed to be completely extinguished at this moment. He lowered his head and said with deep remorse: "I'm sorry, I was wrong about this matter. I will apologize and clarify it right away. I'm really sorry..."
"He just played a solo match, it wasn't broadcast live and there was no foul. Why should he apologize?"
A voice with a hint of laughter interrupted Xue Lan's words. Although the voice was smiling, it made people feel cold.
Xue Lan looked up in surprise, and the three of them looked at Duan Wenzhen, who had been leaning against the door of the training room for some reason.
"It is clearly stipulated that the youth training camp's matches cannot be broadcast live. Anyone who broadcasts live without permission will be kicked out of the youth training camp!"
Duan Wenzheng sneered and walked closer: "The training time of the youth training camp has long passed, you call this kind of solo a competition?"
"you?!"
"alright."
Wen Yan, who had been silent on the side, interrupted Deng Ruiqiu and stood up: "It's just a casual fight, not a competition. It doesn't matter if it's a live broadcast. Besides, I'm the host, and I was the one who forgot to turn off the spectator mode."
Such words without any intention of defending not only made Deng Ruiqiu stunned, but even Xue Lan looked at Wen Yan in surprise.
There is no doubt that although Wen Yan is cold and arrogant, he is a well-known good man in the circle who handles his affairs impartially. However, he has always been indifferent to these rumors. Although the incident happened suddenly today, his words clearly put all the blame on himself.
Deng Ruiqiu looked at Wen Yan in astonishment, his expression becoming increasingly uglier.
After a while, he finally picked up his backpack and left the training room quickly without looking back.
"Yan Shen, you don't have to be like this." Xue Lan took a deep breath: "I am indeed responsible for this matter. I will definitely do my best to make amends. I'm sorry."
No matter how it happened, Wen Yan was ultimately the one who suffered such an unprovoked disaster because of himself. There were so many disgusting things said about Wen Yan on the Internet that Xue Lan felt particularly upset when he thought about it, even if those words were not directed at him.
But Wen Yan didn't seem to care, and said casually: "You played well just now, both your judgment and shooting skills were very good, but carrying skills is very important. The mainstream of today's assaulters still carry flash and invisibility."
Wen Yan directly skipped the topic, which made Xue Lan stunned again. After a moment, he came back to his senses, and a faint blush appeared on his face because of such praise.
"Yeah." Xue Lan lowered his eyes and responded softly.
"Continue?"
"It's already three o'clock in the morning." Duan Wenzheng casually put his hand on Xue Lan's shoulder and said lazily: "Coach Winter, the students' physical health is also very important."
Wen Yan was slightly startled, then he raised his head and looked at the clock on the side.
After such a scene, Xue Lan no longer had the heart to continue. He realized that it was already so late. He could only apologize and said, "I'm sorry to disturb your rest. I'm also sorry for what happened today. Yanshen, you should also go to bed early."
"Training is important, but you should also pay attention to rest." Wen Yan turned off the computer, frowned, glanced at the hand on Xue Lan's shoulder, turned around and left the training room unhappily.
Xue Lan naturally noticed the change in Wen Yan's eyes, and he nervously and gently pulled Duan Wenzheng's hand down.
But Duan Wenzheng grabbed his other shoulder instead, which seemed to be half-circling him in his arms.
Xue Lan was afraid that Wen Yan had misunderstood Duan Wenzheng, so she pushed the hand on her shoulder away but failed. She could only sigh and say, "Reset..."
"What time is it? Why aren't you sleeping yet?" Duan Wenzheng yawned, his eyes casually falling on the blushing face that was faintly visible in the dim light: "Have you forgotten... Tomorrow is my game?"
"No." Xue Lan waved his hands. Of course he remembered it, but he suddenly whispered as if he remembered something: "You have a game tomorrow, why aren't you asleep yet..."
Duan Wenzheng lowered his eyes to observe his nervous expression: "Are you afraid that you won't know how to sleep if no one calls you?"
Xue Lan awkwardly scratched his hair that was messed up by the headset, and did not say anything to deny him, but he leaned very close to him, and the whispers that brushed past his ears made the tips of his ears blush.
"We are all boys..." Duan Wenzheng glanced at the hand that was lightly placed on his shoulder, then moved closer to examine his embarrassed expression, his eyes dark and deep: "Why are you blushing?"