MMORPG: Martial Gamer
Chapter 1812 1812: Fearless's Strategy

Tactics and operations are not the same; it's a given that high operational skill equates to strong capability, while tactics have a certain success rate.

If others approach with caution, the success rate of tactical strategies could very well be so low that one wouldn't dare to believe it.

"I'll go for the next match", March Wind said, glancing at his teammates. "Let me set an example for you all, to avoid everyone getting unjustly defeated by these second-rate players later. If we lose to BTR, that's one thing, but losing to an amateur team is just embarrassing."

...

On the side of the Crowd of Misfits team, Ming Du had a look of regret on his face, shaking his head repeatedly and sighing, "Such a pity, such a pity."

"Yeah", Wang Yu comforted him. "You were just a little bit away from winning."

"Bull! What does winning or losing have to do with me?" Ming Du shot Wang Yu a glance. "If that girl had hugged me earlier and I turned around, wouldn't she have just handed me a bottle of facial cleanser?"

"???"

Wang Yu looked confused. "Facial cleanser? Can you even bring cosmetics into the game?"

"Ah, there's no common language with you", Ming Du said, shaking his head in exasperation as he returned to his position, leaving Wang Yu standing there puzzling over how facial cleanser could have made its way into the game.

"I'll go for the third match."

Seeing Ming Du defeated, the prodigy Frost Blade boldly declared, "The first match needs to be more stable; every point counts."

"Why waste a cow's knife to kill a chicken?" Fearless waved his hand. "I can handle this."

"You?"

Everyone was surprised. "A priest going up to fight? Isn't that inappropriate?"

How should one put it? Although Fearless was the leader of this group of rogues from the Quan Zhen Sect, he was still just a priest. Setting aside his operational skills, this class simply isn't suited for combat like the fighting classes.

"Letting you all go up would be even worse", Fearless said calmly. "In terms of skill, aside from Old Bull and a few others, we cannot compete. As for tactics, given the earlier experience, they certainly won't fall for the same trick again. This is only the first match; we cannot reveal our strength. You guys definitely wouldn't hold up, so I have to go."

"Pfft! What good are you?" Ling Longmeng scoffed from the side.

"That's better than having nothing at all", Fearless leered at Ling Longmeng.

"What the hell!"

Ling Longmeng was taken aback by his words and immediately got angry, wanting to take Fearless down.

Fearless smiled slightly and turned into a beam of light, teleporting to the arena.

At the same time, March Wind was already waiting on the stage.

March Wind was dressed in a blue robe, holding a grey staff with a large blue gem embedded at its tip.

Clearly, March Wind was a mage, and a particularly rare wind mage at that.

In terms of output capability, wind mages are slightly inferior to fire and lightning mages. However, in terms of PK ability, wind mages are absolutely top-tier.

This class controls the most critical factor in holographic online game PK—speed.

"Speed is the only undefeatable force in martial arts", although this is merely a line from a movie, in the game, running fast indeed allows one to do as they please.

Wind mages can use various wind magic to enhance their speed.

With a small buff, they can run like rabbits and even fly around in the air, and casting spells requires no casting time at all. To summarize, they come and go like the wind.

Ordinary assassins would have to steer clear of wind mages.

As for Fearless...

Seeing Fearless take the stage, the audience fell silent, and even the commentators, Jing Lei and Feng Shuang, were at a loss for words.

Damn it, this Crowd of Misfits team is indeed hard to figure out.

At least Shamans have control skills and poisons, so they have some capability; what about a priest?

What could such a purely supportive class do on stage? Maybe heal the opponent to death?

Looking at Fearless's harmless smile on stage, Jing Lei and Feng Shuang felt overwhelmed.

After the earlier two matches, everyone recognized the unusual nature of the Crowd of Misfits team. Now, suddenly having a priest come out to duel didn't seem so strange, but they couldn't understand what these guys were thinking.

Saying that a priest could stand a chance was one thing; this was a support class, and it would surely not hold an advantage against a duel king like a wind mage.

But everyone had also witnessed the Crowd of Misfits team's unique tactical style. If they said that a priest class was incapable, they'd be afraid of being slapped in the face.

Retired professional players are still skilled; they still have to maintain some dignity.

"Hehe... Hehe."

Of course, as commentators, not introducing the players would be inappropriate, so Jing Lei had to awkwardly introduce, "The Crowd of Misfits team continues to choose uniquely, bringing a priest into a duel—are they up to some mischief again?"

"Exactly... These guys are full of schemes; bringing out a priest probably means they've got something devious planned."

Upon hearing this, the audience on the stage quietly thought to themselves.

"Hmph!"

On the stage, March Wind sized up Fearless and coldly snorted, "If you have any tricks up your sleeve, now's the time to use them."

"Hehe! So you can speak Mandarin too", Fearless said with a smile as he walked forward. "What kind of tricks could I have as a priest? In the face of absolute strength, tricks are useless."

"Looks like you're not foolish after all."

Seeing Fearless approach, March Wind frowned, raised his staff, and shot a blade of wind toward Fearless.

"Thump!"

With a dull sound, the wind blade struck Fearless, causing a sharp drop in his health bar.

Fearless remained calm and casually cast a healing spell on himself.

"Whoosh!"

His health bar returned to full.

"Hehe!"

Once his health was full, Fearless pointed at his own head and laughed, "Come on, hit me! Let's see if your output is faster or my healing is faster."

"???!"

Upon hearing this, March Wind was momentarily stunned.

The audience below was equally astonished. "What's going on? Is this priest really going to try to outlast the mage?"

The only shortcoming of a wind mage is their output, while a holy priest excels at healing. If these two classes go at it, neither can kill the other, and they could end up in a stalemate.

One must understand that the priest can not only heal but also has the invincible Holy Light Shield; they might just keep going for thirty minutes.

In that case, the Arirang team would be at a significant loss.

After all, a priest is not a combat class, while a wind mage is definitely a combat class. If March Wind and Fearless ended up in a zero-to-zero situation on stage, would that not mean a support class just swapped places with a main carry?

"Hehe!" Seeing March Wind's expression, Fearless smilingly proposed, "At this rate, if you can't kill me and I can't kill you, it would be a waste of everyone's thirty minutes. Let's just call it a draw."