The King's Avatar: The Sword Immortal Returns

Chapter 173 Madman Mo Qian!!! He blasts Thor to smithereens! The aftereffects of pushing the limits—

Moreover, the opponent had maintained such a high hand speed for so long, so they must be exhausted by now, right? But as it turns out, Mo Qian is never exhausted. His hand speed not only didn't decrease, but actually increased. Can you believe it?!

Iron Man didn't believe it at first, but it was the truth, and he had no choice but to accept it.
Unfortunately, there are always people who don't believe it. Take Thor, for example, who, like Iron Man just now, radiates confidence and arrogance. Only after Thor enters the arena will he truly understand just how terrifying the Sword Immortal's suppressive power is.
"Alright, I've said everything I needed to say. The rest is up to you. Just remember not to lose too quickly—"

Thor's response was a gesture of international goodwill; those who know, know—

"Heh, believe it or not, I bet you'll lose even faster than me. Just you wait and see—"

Game start!
Thor is an aggressive player who relies on sheer force. He'll always choose the simplest way to win, which is simply "fight!"

"Wow! I think I've found an enhanced version of Sun Xiang—this battle mage's style is too strange, how can he be so similar to Sun Xiang, could it really be Sun Xiang in disguise?"

Regardless of the truth, Sword Immortal had a very comfortable fight, because Sword Immortal's favorite type of player is the fearless, young warrior like Thunder God. Other players, knowing Mo Qian's strength, wouldn't dare to confront him head-on. It's been a long time since someone like Thunder God so willingly offered himself up.
"I've been waiting for you! The Eighteen Forms of the Sword Immortal!"

Mo Qian's god-level close combat skills gave him the confidence to be invincible in close combat. He was already at the pinnacle of close combat. If he wasn't confident in that, when would he be?

"what!!!"

This was the first time Thor had ever seen a professional player who could suppress him in close combat, but Thor was unconvinced.
"You want to test your speed? Bring it on!"

Thor relentlessly pushed his own potential to its limits, and for a time, he actually withstood the pressure from the Sword Immortal.
Everyone stared wide-eyed.

"No, is this for real? They actually withstood Old Mo in this state? Are they even human?"

Huang Shaotian was genuinely impressed by the other party; how could he withstand such pressure?
“They couldn’t hold on. Shaotian, take a close look at their expression,” Yu Wenzhou said to Huang Shaotian.
"Huh?! What's wrong with your expression? Oh my god!"

When Huang Shaotian turned his gaze to the other person, he realized that the other person's perspective was somewhat frightening; if one didn't look closely, it would be truly difficult to notice.

Thor's expression was extremely ferocious; it was clear he had exerted all his strength to barely manage to hold his own against Mo Qian.
To say they were evenly matched would be a stretch; he was still being suppressed, only to varying degrees. In this state, Mo Qian was practically invincible, without a doubt.

Thor is known for his muscular physique, but now his face is flushed, and the veins in his hands are bulging. No one knows how he did it, but everyone is a little scared, fearing that his blood vessels might burst.
"That Thor on the other side can't hold on any longer." Yu Wenzhou saw it clearly; if that Thor continued to force himself to match Mo Qian's hand speed, his hand would definitely break down.

"Madman!!! Madman!!! Here you go, here you go!" Thor's hands trembled violently as he left his keyboard. Thor had essentially given up the match. Compared to the outcome of a game, Thor felt his life was more important; he didn't want to lose his professional career.

Offering his hand here would clearly be unwise, so Thor simply gave up.
"what!"

Even though Thor stopped in time, the veins in his hand still started to throb with uncontrollable pain.
"Medical staff! Medical staff!"

Captain America's reaction was the fastest; the moment he noticed something was wrong with Thor, he rushed over. It must be said, this captain is quite competent.
"W-what happened! Thor was carried away by medical staff, clutching his hands. Does that mean he can't play today's game?"

The commentators were a bit confused, but it was certain that Thor was injured, and the match was temporarily suspended.

Of course, the victory in this match also belonged to the Chinese team, because Thor was no longer able to play – it was considered a direct forfeit, and the points went directly to the Chinese team.
Originally, the M country was still somewhat dissatisfied and wanted a rematch, but it would be a miracle if the World Glory Alliance agreed to such a shameless request. Of course, the world's players chose to reject the M country team's request without hesitation. Wouldn't a rematch be unfair to the Chinese team players?
"Since the American team member was unable to play in this match, the score was won by the Chinese team. Please prepare well for the next match. Finally, I would like to remind all players to be realistic and not to make any mistakes that are beyond their capabilities. Otherwise, this player will serve as a cautionary tale. Please adhere to the principle of 'safety first, competition second' in the competition."

There was no way around it; this was the first time the international league had ever seen anything like it. It was truly an eye-opener. In all their years, they'd never witnessed anything like it—a player actually had their blood vessels burst from trying to keep up with their opponent's hand speed!
"Gudong-"

Hawkeye swallowed hard. He had witnessed Thor being carried away, but there was nothing he could do. This battle was unavoidable. Hawkeye desperately wanted to escape, but there was no way out.

"A madman that even Thor, that insane guy, couldn't beat! How am I supposed to beat him?!"

This is Hawkeye's true thought. Thor's hand speed is already the fastest among them, but even Thor has been completely outmatched by the Sword Immortal. So how can Hawkeye possibly compete with the Sword Immortal?

However, when the match started, Hawkeye noticed a problem: the opponent's hand speed didn't seem as fast as he had just seen.

"Oh no, Lao Mo's condition is deteriorating—could he not make it? Should we call the medical staff?"

Huang Shaotian looked at Mo Qian on the field with some concern, and at Mo Qian whose sweat was already streaming into his eyes.

Mo Qian's every movement now is tinged with immense fatigue—a lingering effect of the outburst.

(End of this chapter)