Chapter 168: Flow of consciousness

Yang Hai put the ice bag handed over by the doctor and applied it to his hand, thinking about how to play for a while.

The muscles on the left hand were strained, so there was no way to perform violent movements. Yang Hai thought about it and felt that if he insisted on using the wild camp to attack Visconti in a while, he might die miserably.

This hand that keeps shaking may be able to play at most 200 apm, which is the level of the master. The problem is that he is not good enough and he cannot play games like his master. Visconti has watched his match with Atractylodes and knows his style.

If you still use the wild camp at this time, wouldn’t you cause trouble?

But then Yang Hai became entangled again.

Now that I have an injury on my hands, I can only learn from my master and play with the stream of consciousness. Yang Hai, the stream of consciousness of King Nuo Tian, ​​does not know how to do it, but because he has little experience, he only fights with King Nuo Tian, ​​and has serious lack of experience, so he uses it and is far less likely to beat the one he is familiar with.

But now the form is better than that of others. If you can't predict the enemy's initiative, you will have to lose in the end.

Yang Hai learned from King Nuo and began to calculate.

King Nuo Tian said that all chances are inevitable, and it seems like something that happens randomly. Most of them are traceable. The clues cannot be seen. It is not because there are no clues, but because the mind is not clear enough and the realm is not clever enough. Everything must be accidental. Because human power is sometimes poor, no one can calculate everything like a god. These things that cannot be calculated accurately are accidental, so eggs cannot be put in the same basket. The form in the game changes rapidly and cannot be calculated. It is normal to calculate anything wrong. Just leave a way out for yourself.

As for some force majeure, it is not unfair to lose, but the opponent is just better at it.

So Yang Hai calculated like King No, what kind of start Wiscons will use to beat him.

If there is Tao, it is empty, it is real, and if it is real, it is empty.

I feel that I can't use the Wild Barracks at this time. Will Visconti think so too?

If I don’t need the Wild Barracks, will Visconti just be naked after thinking about this?

This is also very likely.

Visconti is just a little stupid, but it is definitely not stupid. Silent and stupid are two different concepts. They have achieved world-class status in the professional player industry, and they are also the Apennines god of war. Can Visconti's IQ be poor?

And there is no need to doubt Visconti's tactical level. As a professional player from Italy, no matter how bad the tactical level is, it is still above the level of excellence in the whole world.

After thinking about it, Yang Hai felt more and more that Visconti was likely to be naked. He thought about it, smiled and said to Wisconsin: "Winnie, I'm using the savage camp to attack you, do you believe it?"

Visconti looked a little confused and looked very innocent, and then she burst out with a thunderous laugh.

"Is that so? The scene will definitely be very interesting then." Visconti also said with a chuckle.

Without testing anything, Yang Hai knew that Visconti had his own plans in his mind at this time. Otherwise, if Visconti was in a normal state and Visconti had nothing to think of, he would definitely say, "You're still a barracks?"

Will Visconti start the double barracks or start the technology flow...

Another thought appeared in Yang Hai: "Will he use the wild camp to attack me?"

This thought scared him, but after thinking about it, this was another guess with a very high possibility.

If both sides are wild barracks, then it goes without saying that they are just rushing. With my current fragile state, how can I beat Visconti? Not to mention hedging, even if I simply defend the double barracks, I may not be able to defend myself.

As his mind turned sharply, Yang Hai thought of a solution that was not a solution.

He turned on the habitual settings on the light brain, changed the "idiopathic" item from the right hand to the left hand, and then changed the external interface of the mouse and keyboard to plug it in again.

This time he became a left-handed player, pressing the mouse with his left hand and pressing the keyboard with his right hand. When the apm is relatively low, the percentage of mouse clicks in the apm is generally greater than that of the keyboard; when the apm is relatively high, it is the opposite. The pressure on the hand that controls the mouse is smaller, and the pressure on the hand that controls the keyboard is greater.

I was injured in my left hand just now. If there was a fierce operation and confrontation in a while, the keyboard operation must be higher than the mouse operation. So at this time, let my injured hand take the mouse and typing the keyboard with the intact hand, which is safer.

After analyzing Visconti, Yang Hai began to analyze himself.

You must also have a special start. Normal play is absolutely not possible. If you play normally, the game will inevitably be delayed. Now that you are injured, the longer the game will be delayed, the more unfavorable the situation will be for you.

And if you drag 3 books, can your half-dead hands calmly command a large army of 200 people? Obviously not possible.

Visconti must know this, but Yang Hai also believes that since Visconti can say that he is unwilling to take advantage of himself, he would rather admit defeat than do things like Godlike to deal with Tony until Tony's physical strength collapses and wins.

Visconti certainly doesn't want to drag the game.

Yang Hai is even more reluctant to drag the game.

Since neither side is willing to delay, there is only a quick battle.

There is no tactic to fight faster than the savage camp.

Yang Hai calculated this principle for more than ten minutes. While he was hitting Tetris, he still figured it out. Then Yang Hai smiled bitterly.

Still lacking experience... If the master changes to him, he can calculate it all in less than 1 second.

At this time, Yang Hai was a little ashamed. It was true that Yang Hai learned all the skills of King Nuo, but he was not very proficient in using them. If the game started, the Middle Ages would have reached the mid-square stage in more than 10 minutes later, and he was still analyzing the start. Isn’t this nonsense?

Yang Hai also wanted to continue to analyze Visconti's mid-range game, but calculating the essence of this high-end stream of consciousness play is to make instant judgments based on the ever-changing situation and predict the enemy's initiative. He cannot say that it is useless to think about it here, but he has already fallen into the wrong way.

I also want to continue guessing that Visconti will definitely make mistakes when he passes the game. It is better to adapt to the situation at that time.

Yang Hai looked at the time on Guangming. At 9:20, the game started ten minutes. He closed his eyes and thought nothing, nourished his spirit and prepared for the upcoming hard battle.

In the audience, Su Ruoshui looked at Yang Hai who was wearing ice bags in the stadium with great concern and complained: "Why is he doing stubbornness? If he is injured, don't play."

Tiger turned around and said softly: "Don't worry, poseidon is a very sensible person. If he can't hold on, he won't hold on."

"Tiger." The captain said half-jokingly: "Can you figure out which of them can win?"

"The difference between experts is a slight difference, and it is a huge mistake. This is no different than playing a dungeon. When playing a dungeon, the boss's attributes and data remain unchanged." Tiger shook his head gently: "Besides, poseidon was injured again. If he was not injured, poseidon would have more hope of victory than Visconti."

"So, the military advisor is slightly stronger than Visconti?" the king said in surprise. Although he had known that Yang Hai was a world-class expert for a long time, it still felt a bit unbelievable at this moment.

"That's not." Tiger shook his head: "The poseidon played so well in that game just now, and he broke his limit. At this time, his spirit was at its peak, and his state was not the same as Visconti. In terms of strength, poseidon is naturally very strong, but it cannot be said that Visconti is weaker than him. I am IEC, and my understanding of these bayonet games is not particularly profound, but when it reaches their level, it is hard to say who is stronger than anyone else. At this level of game, both sides are fighting for courage, state, imagination, realm, and those who are the most determined in their minds can achieve the final victory - and it depends on which side of luck is on."

Terry asked in confusion: "But these things sound quite nothing. Aren't the best-skilled person winning?"

"If you have good skills, you should win, then Godlike was crowned king several years ago." Tiger shook his head and denied Terry's statement: "If you judge a professional player only from a technical perspective, a rough guy like Visconti is just a third-rate guy. But in fact, Godlike is still far from being the king. Visconti's rough skills are still one of the strongest people in the world. Godlike's mentality has always been a problem. He thinks he should be the best professional player in the world, and he has always been the best professional player in the world. He is bound by this mentality and has his own performance, and problems are endless in various competitions. Although Visconti's skill is rough, his condition is very fast, good at fighting tough battles, full of energy, and perseverance. The battle between him and Godlike is only a 50% chance."

"I heard you say that, wouldn't the military advisor have a great hope of winning this Masters?" Terry asked excitedly. "The military advisor has good skills and a good mentality. Who else can stop him?"

"He doesn't have the final say whether his mentality is good or not." Tiger smiled and said, "He has met some minions before, and his mentality will certainly not cause any turbulence. But when facing a strong enemy, who can guarantee that his mentality will not have a slight fluctuation except for monsters like Visconti? This kind of mentality problem will definitely arise, and it needs to be suppressed by the experience gained through many battles. poseidon is still young and has a slightly insufficient heat. But of course, poseidon is definitely a strong contender for the championship. It's a pity that the injuries on his hands are really not the time. Otherwise, this year's Masters will definitely be a bloody storm."

"Ah Hai will be eliminated soon?" Su Ruoshui was a little worried.

"It's hard to get through Visconti's level." Tiger shook his head.

At this time, ob has announced that the game has begun.

The competition event was still in the Middle Ages, which was decided in advance, so they just chose the Middle Ages as their warm-up - but they didn't expect that such a thing happened.

Yang Hai decisively chose the random race. For Yang Hai, he does have a race he is good at, but if it is a wild barracks, it doesn't matter. Yang Hai's medieval era was actually random.

Moreover, the Wild Barracks can also make Visconti feel attentive, at least he is distracted to investigate himself.

This is really a very small advantage, but now it is possible to strive for one point advantage.

Seeing Yang Hai's choice, the audience on Hell Road did not boo any. They saw too many amazing and exciting scenes today, and they were more or less numb. Is poseidon's choice of randomness despising our God of War?

If it weren't for that warm-up match, the audience might have thought so, but at least they have begun to have the most basic respect for Yang Hai now.

This is a change in mindset.

Visconti leaned over from the screen with some dissatisfaction, watched the sound insulation devices between two back-to-back light brains, and said dissatisfiedly: "Hey, be serious, why don't you choose your most powerful race?"

The referee was startled and sternly said: "Visconti warns once for violations."

Warning three times will be directly sentenced to loss, Visconti is really...

Yang Hai was amused and crying.

"What are you worried about?" Yang Hai rolled his eyes and said, "I actually fought almost the same in every race. Can't I confuse you immediately?"

"Ph." Visconti turned on the sound insulation device and shrank his head back.

There was a burst of laughter from the Road of Hell, and the referee was also amused and crying. In fact, Visconti's actions were serious fouls, and the referee could send him off directly. But if he didn't blow the star whistle at this time, he wouldn't have to wait for tomorrow. Now he could drown himself with one spit on his own. In the referee association, he would also get evaluations that he didn't understand human feelings and was not flexible. Why bother?

So I pinched my nose and gave a warning.

In fact, Visconti pressed the pause several times during the game and turned off the sound insulation device to talk to his opponent. This is not the first time he has done this in the ranking battle within the Italian Croto party. Italian referees have long been used to it. Only this person from the European Referee Association will give a warning, and there will be no warning if there is a local referee in Italy.

The referee returned to his light brain and typed and asked, "ready?"

“readygl.”

“readygl.”

After the countdown ended, this highly anticipated game finally began.

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