The King's Avatar: The Sword Immortal Returns

Chapter 182 Mo Qian and Ye Xiu both make their comeback! A battle ensues in Singapore!
The days flew by, and soon it was time for the match against the Singapore team. Just by looking at it, you knew it would be a tough battle.

The opponent's lineup is also quite terrifying.
[A Thousand Faces, A Thousand Sails] World-renowned powerhouse

[Flower Goddess Xiao Wu] World-renowned tactical master
[Silent] World-renowned assassin

[Speechless] World's Number One Ninja

[Cold Rain] World-renowned Elemental Mage Master
These five are the strongest core players of the Singapore team; it's impossible to say you're not afraid.

"Captain Yu, do you think Lao Mo and Ye Xiu will actually participate in this competition? It's been so many days already—"

Huang Shaotian kept asking Yu Wenzhou questions, his tone full of worry for Mo Qian and Ye Xiu. He hadn't been eating or sleeping well these past few days.

"They've only rested for two days... Shaotian, you need to know that even the donkeys in the production team wouldn't dare to do this! How could Lao Mo possibly show up today—me?!?!?!"

Just as Yu Wenzhou was about to say that it was impossible for Mo Qian to appear in Singapore today, he saw Mu Cheng helping Mo Qian over!
"What kind of look is this?" Everyone stared wide-eyed at Mu Cheng supporting Mo Qian. Was she going to come to the competition while on an IV drip?

"Mu Cheng, I'm really fine now, please let me go..."

Mo Qian looked at Su Mucheng with a pleading expression, but Mucheng only shook her head, leaving him with only a cold, indifferent back of her head. Mo Qian understood that this was probably impossible; he would likely have to play the role of a frail and sickly little wife today.

However, it was already quite an achievement that Mo Qian even came here. Mo Qian probably wouldn't play, right? But when Yu Wenzhou saw Mo Qian's name on the roster...
Yu Wenzhou admitted that he was actually confused; he remembered that he hadn't added Mo Qian's name.

"I added it!"

Ye Xiu appeared behind Yu Wenzhou, which startled Yu Wenzhou and the others. However, judging from Ye Xiu's current state, he seemed to be doing quite well.

"Old Ye, what's wrong?" Huang Shaotian asked Ye Xiu with some confusion about his physical condition.
"I've recovered to about 70-80%, but you probably can't count on me taking on five at once this time, haha. My strength is no longer what it used to be."

This wasn't just what Ye Xiu wanted to say, but also what Mo Qian wanted to say. Perhaps this was the punishment that heaven had given to Ye Xiu and Mo Qian for their lack of strength.

If Ye Xiu and Mo Qian were both in perfect form, the Chinese team would be terrifyingly strong. Two players capable of taking on five opponents at once—how could other national teams possibly compete?

At that time, the World Championship might just become a personal showcase for Ye Xiu and Mo Qian, instead of a closely contested match.
"It's alright, everything will be alright, Mu Cheng. Trust in our strength. Even if we're not at our peak, Lao Ye and I are still quite powerful—"

Ye Xiu and Mo Qian both returned to the competition this time.
"Let's cheer each other on in the semifinals!"

Ye Xiu spoke with great passion. It had been a long time since Yu Wenzhou had seen Ye Xiu like this. The last time Yu Wenzhou saw Ye Xiu was when Ye Xiu entrusted his son to him from his sickbed.
"They're back! They're all back!"

On the list of players for the first match of the arena, Ye Xiu's name stood out. Ye Xiu was determined to be the first to step onto the stage, bringing a crucial victory to his team and to mark his own comeback! However, when Ye Xiu saw Qian Fan rise from his seat, his mood turned serious. This player was not to be underestimated; he was rumored to be known as the "Thousand Faces." Could he, like Ye Xiu, also be able to freely switch between different skill classes?

Ye Xiu was right after all. The opponent was a player just like Ye Xiu, only his account might not be as impressive as Ye Xiu's casual player account. Ye Xiu's account was definitely the most powerful casual player account in the world. No one else's casual player account could surpass Ye Xiu's [Lord Grim].

Ye Xiu's Lord Grim is truly formidable, but his opponent's Thousand Faces is no pushover either.

An internal battle between unaffiliated players is about to erupt. Ye Xiu might be a bit off at the start, after all, he had just been discharged from the hospital and hadn't even undergone any rehabilitation training before coming directly to prepare for the match.

"Am I seeing things? Old Ye can actually be suppressed? Is it always Old Ye who suppresses the other players? Did the sun rise in the west today?"

The sun certainly doesn't rise in the west, but Huang Shaotian's eyesight really was a bit off. Yu Wenzhou, annoyed, flicked Huang Shaotian on the forehead.

"I always teach you to study tactics properly, but you don't listen. Look at Ye Xiu's condition. Old Ye is slowly getting back to his previous form. Watch carefully and learn from him. You can learn a lot from Ye Xiu's skills."

Yu Wenzhou was surprised that Ye Xiu was already able to barely contend with the opponent's strongest opponent, Qian Fan, simply by relying on his experience.

"Looks like Old Ye is still Old Ye; even if he's not at his peak, he's still a formidable fighter—"

Once Ye Xiu regained his form, he immediately began to unleash his power in a counterattack against Thousand Faces and Thousand Sail. Ye Xiu's mind wasn't made of dough.

"Suppress me? Even Old Mo couldn't do that, you're not worthy!"

Even Mo Qian couldn't completely suppress Ye Xiu, because Ye Xiu always managed to find blind spots, which could also be attributed to Ye Xiu's intuition as one of the four tactical masters.

This keen sense of competition allowed Ye Xiu to thrive in matches, enabling him to execute impressive maneuvers even with less-than-ideal techniques.
"Old Ye is purely using his brain in this competition. I'm quite envious."

Watching Ye Xiu's skillful play, Mo Qian couldn't help but sigh, "It seems Ye Xiu can still compete in professional matches for a very long time."

"But what about me—"

Mo Qian's hands were still trembling slightly, a lingering effect from the last incident. Even with Mo Qian's excellent recovery ability, injuries were still possible, and his hands could never return to their previous level of skill.
"Take it!"

Ye Xiu, with a sliver of health remaining, staged a comeback and defeated the opponent's ace player, Qian Fan. However, Qian Fan didn't seem particularly upset; instead, he smiled and remained silent, as if he understood something.
"The contestants after me are all at this level. What's the point of you trying so hard to beat me?"

This is Qianfan's true thought.

(End of this chapter)