I want to see how you pretend

I need to be faster

Get a little faster

Yang Hai's teeth were biting tightly, his eyes staring at the screen. He could no longer see anything other than the game, and he devoted himself to the game.

When passing a narrow mouth, the large army inevitably slowed down. Although they knew that they would slow down here, Yang Hai still hoped that they could enter faster.

One second earlier, one more second of fault tolerance will be added

What's more, it takes more than 1 second to grab it.

How should we be quick... Yang Hai carefully guided each soldier, letting the model between the soldiers pass through this pass.

Originally, the troops were clearly divided, and the normal way of walking was to let two werewolfs go in groups, one by one, and the wolf trainer model was relatively large and had to pass through the pass one by one.

But in fact, this pass can allow a werewolf to walk over with a tamer.

So Yang Hai, who was already a little crazy, made a work that made the whole road of hell silent.

He asked the large army to rush to the front of the pass together, and then as if every soldier had life, the werewolf and the tame wolf who were closest to passed through the pass perfectly without touching the soldiers beside him. Then he separated tacitly and rushed over like a base with a good amount of food.

If it is an amateur player, he will circle his large army and pass directly. It will take about 10 seconds to pass the pass, because the collision and congestion of the troops will stop the entire army; professional players will let the werewolf pass one by one, and let the tame wolf pass one by one without getting stuck in the army, so that it will take about 5 seconds to pass through the pass.

But what made the whole road of hell silent was that Yang Hai used his own method.

The entire army's phalanx hit the pass like a piece of steel, and then, from a visual perspective, the steel suddenly turned into water.

This army made of water softly changed its shape and flowed through this pass, looking like water coming out of the funnel. The entire pass was like a nozzle from a watering can, spraying the army out.

The army passing through the pass turned into the iron army, formed a square formation, and then became hard steel, with anger to destroy everything and a violent overwhelming violence, rushed towards the base where the food was so good, fierce and unstoppable.

The three troops passed through such a narrow pass without slowing down at all, and they forced their way through with a soft deformation like water.

The visual shock brought by that moment is truly unparalleled.

Good food...you're dead

Lancelot opened his eyes, opened his mouth wide, and was shocked to speak. Not only him, but all professional players stood solemnly on the road of hell, looking at the big screen silently, as if paying attention to the great scene just now.

No one has ever been able to do such a thing, even the n-prince senior can't do it. Poseidon can test his talent and use a saber to bounce bullets, but such a stunning work must be done with more than ten years of hard training.

They looked at the projection beside the big screen, and poseidon looked at the light-brain screen intently. His spirit was ferocious, and his sweat had flowed all over his face, but he couldn't free his hands to wipe it.

poseidon...it's really strong...

Professional players who are famous for their fast hand speeds all feel the pressure, and Godlike, who is above, also feel the pressure. Even Icelord, who has been eager to fight with poseidon, feels the pressure.

Can we win in the face of such a person who can create miracles and be outrageously strong?

"Great, shocking, incredible..." Lancelot's voice was dry, and he might not know what he was saying: "I can't imagine..."

In the silence, it seemed as if a volcano was about to erupt.

max spoke slowly and said, "A new record is born."

The poseidon data statistics are shown on the screen, and the peak apm is clearly written with 1051. Just as max said, a new record was born.

King Nuo Tian has told Yang Hai many times that your skills are perfect. If you want to go further, you must go out and practice yourself. I can no longer teach you anything.

King Nuo Tian was right. In this game, Yang Hai, who didn't know that his opponent was the person he was most awesome, felt huge pressure and at the same time let go of his psychological burden, completed his transformation and breakthrough.

This game is not an international A-level event, but it is destined to become a classic among classics.

The silence did not last long, and Lancelot opened his mouth to break the silence.

"I don't know if poseidon's choice is correct... If he goes to support, Visconti has a great chance of being rescued. In any case, an ally as powerful as Visconti can't give up like this."

But Lancelot felt that his commentary was so light and powerless. Is poseidon's choice really wrong?

A player with such a strong strength and a genius with such a wonderful imagination - am I really qualified to question his choice?

In the commentary seat, Lancelot couldn't help but turn his eyes to Croto's soul, the figure of the white linen robe, trying to get enlightenment from there, but he saw that the hood of the tony white linen robe had been put on, and he could not see the face or expression.

So Lancelot had to make up for it: "But maybe poseidon has any wonderful ideas... maybe."

Yang Hai gave up Visconti was so decisive that the road to hell should have sounded boos, but the great moment just now kept hovering in everyone's minds, as if it was a lingering haze.

Everyone was immersed in deep shock and could not extricate themselves.

The Italian game mís didn't even bother to swear poseidon. They were careful not to make any noise, they didn't want to interfere with this great game, and they didn't want to let the game be impressed.

Just by that moment just now, this is a competition that can be sent to the museum for collection. If it is destroyed by resentment and booed by the sound of moans, it is simply a blasphemy to the game.

The road to hell seemed even quieter, and Lancelot wisely stopped explaining.

At this moment, all the commentary seems so pale. If you don’t want to be a laughing stock after the game, it’s better to shut up.

At this moment, only professional players on the field are the ones who decide everything.
Chapter completed!