The King's Avatar: The Sword Immortal Returns

Chapter 169 Old Ye is in trouble!! The person who held everything together—

Mo Qian silently made up his mind. If Ye Xiu couldn't handle it, only Mo Qian could live up to the title of the strongest fighter. Mo Qian absolutely couldn't let him down.

When Ye Xiu's strength began to decline, the Chinese team's top fighting force was reduced by half, leaving only Mo Qian at the forefront.
However, Ye Xiu's strength was still greater than that of most of the team members. After all, even a fallen camel is bigger than a horse, and a dead dragon still commands respect.
Even if Ye Xiu gets old, he's still the God of Battle, just an aging one.
A few days later, the battle against the Greek team is about to begin!
The Greek team is still a level above the Japanese team.

However, the Chinese team ultimately won without much trouble, but Ye Xiu's shortcomings in skill were fully exposed.
"What's wrong with Lao Ye lately? He doesn't seem as dominant on the field as he used to be."

Huang Shaotian asked Mo Qian with some curiosity, but Mo Qian only gave one answer:
"Tell me when you can defeat Old Ye."

When Huang Shaotian can defeat Ye Xiu, it means that Ye Xiu will truly have to take a backseat, and only Mo Qian will be able to hold the fort.

"I just wish this day would come a little later, a little later—"

Mo Qian watched as Ye Xiu's training volume increased day by day, but his strength still declined as usual.

Finally, after Mo Qian defeated Ye Xiu once again, seeing Ye Xiu's heavy dark circles under his eyes, Mo Qian couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed Ye Xiu's collar and yelled at him:

"Are you out of your mind?! You've already trained so hard all day, and you're still challenging me to a one-on-one fight! Do you know that in your current condition, even Sun Xiang could beat you?!"

Sun Xiang: So, what does this have to do with me?

However, Sun Xiang's recent performance has indeed been quite good, reaching the standard where he can play, so there's no problem.
"Heh, but what can I do? My strength keeps declining. I want to stop it, but I can't, Old Mo, I just can't—"

Ye Xiu stared at Mo Qian with red eyes, wanting Mo Qian to tell him the reason, to give him an answer, to let Ye Xiu know why this had happened.
"Now, go and rest. Leave the next match to me—"

Mo Qian knew very well that Ye Xiu might not be able to participate in the quarterfinals anymore, but their next opponent was the United States—

The group stage has concluded, and the Chinese team has successfully advanced to the next round—that's for sure. After defeating Greece and Japan, China's points total already guaranteed their qualification.

Ultimately, they secured first place in their group and successfully advanced to the next round. The other team to advance from the same group was Greece, a team that almost caused Ye Xiu's defeat.

However, the reason isn't actually with the Greek team, but rather that Ye Xiu's reaction speed has decreased far too quickly, and he might not be able to play in the remaining matches.

Everyone was a little scared; that was the team captain—everyone knew Ye Xiu's strength.

But now you're telling me that our team's captain is having performance issues? How are the Chinese team members supposed to stay calm?

Ye Xiu has been taken to the best hospital in the capital for examination. All the top players are waiting outside for the results, wondering if Ye Xiu can recover to his peak condition.
When the doctor came out, everyone crowded around him, especially Han Wenqing, who was the most anxious and started bombarding the doctor with questions:
"What happened to Ye Xiu?! How is Ye Xiu?!" As for why Ye Xiu was brought to the hospital, according to Mo Qian, it was because the training volume was simply too high. He fainted after a one-on-one match with him. One can only imagine how much training Ye Xiu had done just to recover to his previous form.
"Old Han! Calm down!"

Mo Qian grabbed Han Wenqing. If he didn't, Mo Qian was genuinely afraid that Han Wenqing would devour the doctor whole. Didn't you see the doctor's face had turned green with fear from Han Wenqing's imposing aura?
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."

Before Han Wenqing could finish speaking, Mo Qian directly retorted to the doctor:

"Give me a straight answer on how Old Ye is doing!"

Han Wenqing: ... I thought you were really that calm.

The final news was: it's nothing serious, just overwork; he just needs some rest.

These words finally put everyone at ease.
"Old Ye, you scared me to death! Oh my god!!!"

When Huang Shaotian went in and saw Ye Xiu's appearance, he almost didn't recognize him. Ye Xiu looked like he had just recovered from a serious illness; the dark circles under his eyes from years of staying up late were incredibly obvious. It was clear that Ye Xiu had probably put in extra training sessions more than once.
"How's the match going?"

Ye Xiu lay on the bed, somewhat weak, and asked,

"Hey! What time is it already and you're still worried about that competition? Don't worry, it hasn't even started yet. With Lao Mo here, you can relax. Just watch the live broadcast on TV!"

Ye Xiu sighed. Was this how it all ended? Had this body finally reached its limit?
"Old Mo!"

Ye Xiu suddenly became extremely serious, looking at Mo Qian with a determined yet pleading gaze.
"You tell me, Lao Ye."

"The rest of the competition is in your hands—Captain—I'm entrusting it to you."

When everyone thought it would be a touching handover ceremony for the captain, Mo Qian unexpectedly did something completely different.

"Hey! Don't even think about running away, kid. You're still keeping this captain's position. You know me, I'm a complete tactical idiot. Don't count on me. I'll win these next few matches. I'll be waiting for you in the finals, Lao Ye. If you're not back to your best form by then, the trophy will be all mine to lift!"

Ye Xiu laughed, and everyone else laughed too. It should be said, as expected of Mo Qian, that only Mo Qian would say something like that.
Ye Xiu's position is coveted by countless people; the captaincy that directly determines the lineup is something many envy.

"Alright! Gentlemen, I have nothing else to say. Yu Wenzhou will temporarily take over as captain. The rest of the competition is in your hands. To be honest, I don't know when I'll be able to recover, but I believe you can keep winning. I don't know why, but I just have that confidence—"

(End of this chapter)