Chapter 116： match point

In the first round of the semi-final, Qiu Yu and Mu Feibai, who were in their prime, fought side by side, winning without any pressure.

And MIG also seemed to know that this round had no chance of winning, so they really focused on consuming Qiu Yu and Mu Feibai's bodies. Seeing that the team members had no ability to resist Shang Qiuyu, they actually sent two people to target Mu Feibai directly. Every time they met head-on, they would attack according to the position where he was injured.

This style of play, even the game commentary couldn't stand it, and scolded directly on the spot:

"MIG's tactics are really shameless!" the commentator said angrily, "Even if my salary is deducted and I am asked to pay compensation, I will scold them! This is really unsportsmanlike! They will do anything to win the game!"

Another commentator was taken aback by his colleagues, and hurriedly tried to make amends: "This also proves that EWG is really strong. If you want to win the game, MIG can only consider taking the lead..."

"Slant front, what slant front!" The irascible commentator interrupted, "This is crooked way! If MU is not injured in reality, just target me in the game. After all, the rules do not say that it is not allowed, and the same person who can hit MU every time A position can be considered a show of skill... But now it can be the same? Huh? MU went into battle with an injury, MIG really dare to focus on his injury!"

I don't know if it is because the rule of prohibiting staying in the cabin between games is not conducive to EWG, thinking that it is wrong, the official of the Early Spring Invitational did not ban this commentator, but pretended to be deaf and dumb as nothing happened.

At this time, the fans watching the game online were equally outraged:

"Watching a game makes my blood pressure go up, what a disgusting thing MIG is! Is a team like @end century league still banned from playing to show the diversity of species?"

"The commentator scolded very gently. If it weren't for the social platforms not allowing dirty scolding, I could scold MIG for three days and three nights without repeating the same thing!"

"EL fans come to support! Although my team was defeated by EWG, I will support EWG in this game! Kill MIG back! This kind of team does not deserve to enter the finals!!"

Soon, the first game came to an end in MIG's deliberate targeting tactics, and EWG won its first victory.

Coming out of the game cabin, Qiu Yu took the towel handed over by Yuan Lu, wiped the sweat off his face, and walked towards Mu Feibai.

"How is the injury?" He asked with concern, "Can you play continuously?"

Mu Feibai raised his hand and lightly pressed the injured area on the back of the side, there was a burst of dull pain that was not obvious, and it became stronger and weaker with the heartbeat, but fortunately, it would not affect his game state.

"No problem for the time being, just rest for a while." Mu Fei smiled, with a soothing tone in his tone.

When entering the game cabin to compete, you need to wear a close-fitting pulse suit, and you cannot wear a fixing belt inside. A slight movement of the body will involve the injured area, which is not conducive to recovery. Qi Zhefeng looked at Qiu Yu and couldn't leave his body. Fortunately, a convalescent nurse left behind by Tang Zhi helped him put a **** Mu Feibai's pulse suit, and helped him out of the game cabin.

This time, Mu Fei followed Qiu Yu into the league infirmary openly.

When I entered the door, I was still in the mood to joke: "Hey, let's really do it this time, two people in the team are sick, even if we lose, there is no shame in it."

The curtain beside the clinic bed had been drawn, and Qiu Yu was taking off his clothes, when he heard this, he snapped his fingers.

"I can't lose." He said, "If I lose to such an opponent, I will be so angry that I won't be able to sleep."

Mu Feibai couldn't help laughing, his breath touched the wound, and he frowned again and let out a muffled snort.

After a while, he slowed down and said, "Okay, I promise you, I won't lose."

The ten-minute rest time passed quickly, and Qiu Yu's body still couldn't recover in such a short period of time. He could only follow the previous arrangement in the Covenant Cup and let Lu Cun substitute in the second game.

The players returned to the competition room and took their positions. Mu Feibai took off the fixing belt on his body and handed it to the nurse, then carefully bowed into the game cabin, and connected all the wiring and helmet.

The field of vision dimmed and brightened, and the team members appeared in the base preparation area.

Mu Feibai looked up at the crowd, curled his lips, and said with a smile: "You brother Qiu said that you can't lose a single game in this match. If you lose to a team like MIG, he will be angry."

Du Chen was checking the gun, when he heard that he threw the gun in his hand with a "click", he said coldly, "Then win."

Lu Cun pursed his lips, his eyes burning with fighting spirit: "Well, then win!"

Zhou Shu still looked like he didn't care about anything, and said with a smile: "Yes, then win."

In the end, Lin Jinxi, who was not fond of harsh words, cleared her throat while being watched by four people, and said, "Okay, then we win."

Mu Feibai clenched the gun in his hand, suppressed the discomfort from the wound on his side, and arranged the tactics in an extremely fast but orderly manner.

In the second game, without Qiu Yu present, MIG's rhythm suddenly changed - this time they had to drag the fight until Mu Feibai's body was overwhelmed, until the mentality of the two rookies in EWG collapsed, and until the balance of victory fell to themselves.

However, what MIG did not expect was that EWG played very fiercely in this round.

So fierce that he didn't give them a chance to delay, Mu Feibai didn't seem to care about the injuries on his body, and still regarded himself as in his prime, leaving no room for offense or defense.

"MU's style of play is a bit dangerous. Although it does disrupt MIG's rhythm, it will put a lot of burden on his body." The commentator looked at the situation on the field and analyzed, "Maybe EWG will put all the chips Betting on the first three games. After all, the longer the game drags on, the more unfavorable it is to MU's injuries."

"MU's offensive rhythm was really fast in this round." Another commentator said, "But what surprised me was that Dt and RaZ were able to keep up with MU's rhythm—this combination was beautiful!"

Sixteen minutes into the game, Yingqi played a beautiful three-for-five, annihilating MIG, and Mu Feibai led Lu Cun to retreat.

The commentator has not yet withdrawn from the excitement that broke his voice just now, and his voice is still a little hoarse: "In the battle just now, we saw the growth of Await. I am afraid that many people will not be able to see his performance in the early spring invitational tournament. In last year's spring split, he was just a small substitute who was temporarily promoted from the youth competition."

Another person laughed and said: "Await once said in an interview that Cupid is his master, and he taught him a lot of things in daily training. Judging from the progress speed of the EWG players, Cupid probably taught Await more than just one person. .”

At this time, the perspective of the commentary turned to Lu Cun, and through his vision, he caught Mu Feibai walking aside.

At this time, Mu Feibai frowned slightly, and turned one hand behind his back, gently pressing the injured rib.

Obviously, his physical discomfort in reality has been transmitted to the virtual world through the game cabin.

But Mu Feibai knew that he could not retreat.

If he wanted to win this game, he couldn't take a single step back, and he couldn't give MIG the slightest chance, otherwise the opponent would definitely do everything possible to drag the game into a rhythm that was not conducive to the Eagle Cavalry team.

Mu Feibai was also unwilling to give up this game.

Although the coach's initial plan was to let go of two or four rounds and win one, three, or five. But Mu Feibai knows that his physical condition is not optimistic. Once he really reaches the best of 5, even with Qiu Yu's protection, he is not sure whether he will be the one who is dragging his feet on the field.

If you can win, of course, you must try your best to advance the victory, so that you can be more comfortable in the future.

After a complete annihilation, the Eagle Cavalry team still did not relax at all. Mu Feibai gave a series of instructions on the team channel through the headset, and continued to maintain an extremely fierce rhythm, pushing the game to an unstoppable victory.

In thirty-six minutes, the MIG base was breached.

The Eagle Rider team took the lead in winning the match point with two consecutive victories.

In the lounge, Qiu Yu took off the VR glasses for watching the game, but the joy of victory did not appear on his face.

He raised his brows and strode into the competition room, just as he saw Mu Feibai's game cabin opened—Alpha was sitting in it, the hair on his forehead and temples was already wet with sweat, his lips were tightly pressed, and his jaw was tense. Tight, you can see the muscle lines stimulated by the clenched teeth.

The nurse handed over the fixing belt, but Mu Feibai didn't pick it up.

It's not that he didn't want to pick it up, but... his whole body was trembling, and he couldn't lift his arms.

An incomparably unfamiliar sharp pain emerged from the injured part of his ribs on the side and back, radiating to the surroundings, and there was also a very overbearing pain, as if rushing along his spine straight to his celestial cap, the pain made him feel a little dazed .

Is this the neuralgia from the gaming pod? And the moment his ribs were hurt was no different.

Mu Feibai's thoughts were confused.

Qiu Yu has been... enduring this level of pain? !

A figure blocked the light outside the game cabin.

Mu Feibai raised his eyelashes and saw that Qiu Yu was half-entrying into his game cabin with the fixing belt. Qiu Yu carefully stuffed the fixing belt into the gap between his back and the cabin seat, and the two wings passed through his armpit to wrap around his chest.

When the belt was tightened, Mu Feibai couldn't help but groan.

Qiu Yu didn't stop, just said: "Be patient."

After fastening the straps, Qiu Yu exited the game cabin, Qi Zhefeng and the nurses worked together to help Mu Feibai out, and took him directly into the infirmary.

Qi Zhefeng put the pain monitor on Mu Feibai, glanced at the reading, and said in a calm tone, "With your physique, if you don't do pulse therapy, it will take half an hour to get relief. Do you want to play in the next game?"

Mu Feibai didn't answer, instead he frowned, and asked in a hoarse voice: "...my pain index, without treatment, can it be relieved in half an hour?"

Then Qiu Yu needed an hour or two of pulse massage at first to recover, how painful was it? !

Tsk!

If it weren't for his personal experience of this accident, just looking at Qiu Yu's appearance after each game, he would have thought that the neuralgia caused by the game cabin was not unbearable. They all looked so weak.

Seeing Mu Feibai's gloomy face and regretful eyes, Qi Zhefeng's thoughts were strangely synchronized with the other party's.

After a moment of silence, he said: "Don't worry, Qiu Yu's previous pain index was not much higher than yours. His neuralgia was caused by his poor physical fitness before. In addition to the pain, he also had muscle weakness symptoms, so he needed it. Long-term pulse therapy. And your situation is trauma, the physical fitness itself is excellent, and the recovery is also fast."

Hearing this explanation, Mu Feibai's complexion did not improve.

"Not much taller than me." His voice was a little hoarse, and his eyes were a little red, "Then he's still taller than me...I'm already in such pain, he..."

The door of the infirmary was suddenly pushed open, and He Jinxing and Qiu Yu walked in together.

Seeing Mu Feibai's state, Coach He said decisively: "You rest in the third game, let Qiu Yu lead Lu Cun and the others to play."

Mu Feibai looked at He Jinxing with disapproval on his face: "I can do it."

"It's okay." Qiu Yu was rarely rude in this world. He glanced at the value on the instrument, "You can't lift your arm now, and you still want to hold a gun?"

Mu Feibai was not convinced, and wanted to raise his arms to prove that he could do it.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the arm was lifted halfway, the muscles pulled the nerves in the injured area, and a sharp pain hit him. He trembled suddenly, and subconsciously slowed down... Then he slowly raised his arm with a dark face, still speaking stiffly. Said: "Look, I can!"

Qiu Yu stared at Mu Feibai expressionlessly.

Qi Zhefeng let out a sneer from his nasal cavity.

"...Well, I admit, this may indeed affect the performance in the game."

Enduring the pain, Mu Feibai put his arm down silently. He also understands that high-end games will not give him a chance to ease the pain. If he is forced to play in the current situation, he may miss the crucial winning moment in the game. It's better to take it easy, let the body recover to its full strength, and then go to the battlefield.

Fortunately, they already held the match point in their hands and were only short of winning the last game.