The King's Avatar: The Sword Immortal Returns

Chapter 141 The Poisonous Milk Emperor Li Yibo, the Noob-Slaying Demon King Battle God Ye Xiu—!
Of course, the trickery involved was orchestrated by Mo Qian—otherwise, how could Mo Qian be completely unable to win over Su Mucheng?
It wasn't that no one noticed the foul play in this match.

Yu Wenzhou looked at the hardworking Mo Qian and Su Mucheng and smiled.

"Captain Yu, is there something wrong with this match?"

"A problem? What's wrong with it? Isn't this great? It's just that the winner will definitely be the Sword Immortal."

Yu Wenzhou realized that this was just a tactic Mo Qian used to prevent Mu Cheng from losing too quickly.

The match may seem like it's not over yet, but it actually is. Mo Qian has taken control of the game's undercurrents. Although Mo Qian has been very discreet, he still couldn't hide it from a top-tier tactical mastermind.
However, apart from tactical geniuses, few others could see it. Even the commentators could only say that something was off about the match, but they couldn't quite put their finger on what it was.
After a ten-minute "fierce battle" with Mu Cheng, Mo Qian finally, with apparent difficulty, won over Su Mu Cheng.

"Uh, congratulations to Sword Immortal on winning the match! Team Happy gets another point!" Pan Lin had been wanting to end this match for a while, because he didn't know how to commentate anymore.

Are we still going to talk about Mo Qian? We can't even see him on the field anymore... And the commentator, Mu Cheng? Mu Cheng couldn't even hit Mo Qian with a single shot—

After the match ended, both Mo Qian and Ye Xiu breathed a sigh of relief. It was finally over. This match had captivated many people.
Most of the audience's feelings were positive, and they were quite satisfied with the match. Although Mu Cheng lost in the end, how many professional players in the industry could "fight" with Jian Xian for such a long time?
Xu Bin seems capable, but he's using the Knight class.
"My Mu Cheng is so strong! She was able to withstand the sword immortal's attacks for so long. She truly lives up to her reputation as my Mu Cheng!"

"How much have you drunk upstairs? And it's your house, can you please stay away from my wife?!"

"Stop dreaming! Mu Cheng is clearly my wife! You're all traitors!"

What wicked thoughts do the viewers have? They just want Mu Cheng to be their wife, but that's just wishful thinking. Mu Cheng already has someone she loves.
Although the person Mu Cheng loves is a blockhead, Mu Cheng believes that even an iron rod can be ground into a needle, and one day even an iron tree will bloom; that will be the time when Mu Cheng's spring arrives.

"Next up is Qiu Fei from Team Excellent Era—"

Qiu Fei was a die-hard fan of Ye Xiu. Excellent Era's statements to the media all claimed that Ye Xiu had betrayed the team, but Qiu Fei simply didn't believe it. That was the Battle God Ye Xiu; he wouldn't do something like betraying Excellent Era.
Excellent Era Club is obviously talking nonsense. Ye Xiu has never betrayed Excellent Era, nor has he done anything harmful to the team. Ye Xiu has a clear conscience and his actions are blameless; he's just too lazy to argue.

"The Sword Immortal's health is in danger; he's almost at critical health. Can he still defeat Qiu Fei?"

Pan Lin was somewhat skeptical, but Li Yibo was full of confidence.
"Hey, Lao Lin, you worry too much. Who is Sword Immortal? How could he not defeat a mere rookie?"

[Oh no, oh no, the Emperor of Poisonous Milk!!!]

[Brother, brother, can you please shut up?]

Is it possible that even a sword immortal can have a mishap?

Regardless, the match began. Mo Qian's health was indeed in danger. Sun Xiang and Mu Cheng were not to be underestimated; they were both top professional players. Mo Qian did win, but without taking any damage. Heh, do you think that's possible?
Ten minutes later, the match ended—the winner is!

Qiu Fei! Qiu Fei won the final victory. Li Yibo's face darkened. Could it be that his words had been blessed today?

"Wow! I knew it! The Poisonous Milk Emperor truly lives up to his reputation!"

"Even I, the Sword Immortal, have crashed and burned—"

"Has Li Yibo's 'poisonous predictions' become this toxic? It's a bit much for Sword Immortal."

Mo Qian's hands were still trembling slightly when he finished fighting, mainly because he had used up too much energy in the battle with Su Mucheng. Mo Qian had maintained top-notch hand speed for a long time—how could he not be tired at all?

"Are you alright, Lao Mo?"

Ye Xiu quickly helped Mo Qian up. Mo Qian seemed fine, but Ye Xiu could see the fatigue in Mo Qian's eyes, which couldn't be faked. Years of explosive hand speed had left some aftereffects on Old Mo.

"Phew—it seems I can't deny getting old, Old Ye. I don't have the energy I had when I was young anymore, haha."

After Mo Qian recovered, he released Ye Xiu and watched as Ye Xiu explained the fighting strategy to Qiu Fei.

"That kid's playing style is exactly like yours, looks like he's a little fan of yours, Lao Ye—"

"Go away! Little fans won't help you, you know me."

Old Ye has never known the meaning of holding back. Even his little fan is no match for him. Today, Old Ye is going to kick his internet addiction. Having taken down his old buddy, Ye Xiu will show even less mercy.
Mo Qian was defeated by Qiu Fei for two reasons. Firstly, Qiu Fei's style was so similar to Ye Xiu's back in the day that it made Mo Qian somewhat disoriented. Secondly, and more importantly, Mo Qian's hands were already starting to give way. The high-intensity bursts of energy were taking a toll on his body, especially his wrists and fingers.
Qiu Fei had no idea what kind of great demon king was waiting for him. Was it Ye Xiu, or Ye Xiu in his complete form? At this moment, Lord Grim was also in his complete form, his red cloak fluttering in the wind. On the field, his sword was drawn!

Three minutes, just three minutes. Qiu Fei swore that these were absolutely the longest three minutes he had ever experienced in his life.
Ye Xiu had no intention of holding back from the start. He knew his own style from back then all too well, and Qiu Fei was just a rookie, so Ye Xiu's beating was even faster.

Seizing a good opportunity, Ye Xiu unleashed a barrage of skills. The cooldowns of unaffiliated characters were incredibly fast, and various small skills poured in one after another. Qiu Fei had never seen anything like this before and couldn't withstand it at all.
Mo Qian felt distressed just watching, and Qiu Fei felt even more distressed. She wanted to resist, but she had no chance at all.

"Too brutal..." Mo Qian sighed.

"Mmm-hmm—" The other members of Team Happy nodded in agreement. Everyone knew Ye Xiu's ruthlessness, but they felt the same way about Mo Qian. The two were birds of a feather, and neither needed to mock the other.

"The match is over! The God of War is still the God of War, shattering all doubts with his unconventional skills! Anyone who says unconventional players are no good, step forward and let me see!"

(End of this chapter)