Peerless Martial Expert in the City
Chapter 577 - 573: Miracles Belong to Others

Chapter 577: Chapter 573: Miracles Belong to Others

Thump!

As Xiao Yi spoke, the net cafe owner who had just prepared to leave and Situ Qingfeng, who had just steadied his feet and taken a favorable position, simultaneously thumped into the computer desk in front of them.

Aside from Wang Xiaohu, the companions nearby also made a thumping sound, almost crashing into the wall.

Does this guy really not have any gaming experience? He doesn’t even know how to do this?

They had all heard Xiao Yi’s words just now, but they thought he was being modest, particularly since he appeared calm, not at all like someone who didn’t know what he was doing; in fact, he seemed quite imposing.

Even Wang Xiaohu’s expression became somewhat awkward, his thoughts occupied solely with Xiao Yi’s talent and his impressive gaming last time, he had forgotten that they had played on the same computer. They had never played this sort of network competitive game, things like setting up a host; he had never taught him that.

Seeing everyone’s doubtful gazes, Wang Xiaohu didn’t bother explaining and hurried over to Xiao Yi’s computer, quickly starting to adjust the settings for him.

Having configured the game interface, he looked back at Xiao Yi who was staring at the computer screen with a serious face, seemingly oblivious to the odd looks from the people around him, and sighed inwardly, silently beginning to pray in his heart.

Big Brother Xiao, oh Big Brother Xiao, I pray to God, please don’t let you lose.

At this moment, Wang Xiaohu, who ’knew’ Xiao Yi’s abilities best, finally started to worry for Xiao Yi and himself for the first time, beginning to regret his earlier decision as being a bit too rash.

The chubby opponent had never taken Xiao Yi seriously, and upon hearing Xiao Yi ask Wang Xiaohu to adjust the settings for him, the sneer and disdain on his face grew even more intense. His companions, initially anxious because they were also involved in the bet, now completely relaxed, looking at Wang Xiaohu and the others with mocking eyes that seemed to say, you’re done for.

"Since it’s set up, let’s start, then. We agreed on a best of nine, first to five victories, right?"

Xiao Yi, still very much composed, hadn’t noticed the atmosphere among Wang Xiaohu and the others. After standing, he spent roughly half a minute memorizing the process Wang Xiaohu had used to adjust the settings to make sure there were no mistakes and that he’d be able to do it himself the next time. Then he raised his head, smiling as he looked at the net cafe owner who was acting as today’s referee.

The net cafe owner had initially agreed to referee the match, hoping to witness a spectacular battle. He was now utterly disappointed, convinced that it would be a one-sided, meaningless match, and was already regretting his decision to be the referee.

Fortunately, the thought of watching the chubby guy thrash someone was somewhat redeeming.

With this in mind, the referee looked at Xiao Yi with an inquiring expression, then turned his gaze to the chubby guy.

"Hmph, let’s get started."

The chubby guy snorted through his nose, his demeanor arrogant and triumphant as he signaled to the net cafe owner. As he spoke, he gave Xiao Yi a deliberate look, his eyes seeming to convey, ’I don’t need nine rounds to deal with you—I’ll finish you in a clean five to zero!’

"Alright, let’s begin."

Hearing the fatty’s words, the referee immediately nodded and made a starting gesture, officially unveiling the curtain of battle.

At the moment the battle commenced, his figure swiftly leaned towards the fatty’s side, his attention wholly focused on him. He had already determined his purpose for today was to enjoy the fatty’s fight. It was well known that in the past year, apart from the occasional one-on-one challenges with others, he seldom had a chance to see the fatty practice here. As a fellow competitive enthusiast, to admire his brilliant moves and the fluidity of his operations was undoubtedly a great pleasure.

Wang Xiaohu’s companions and Situ Qingfeng, although nearly devoid of confidence in Xiao Yi, Situ Qingfeng had even secretly decided that if those bastards dared to mock Xiao Yi after his defeat, he would not hesitate to bully the weak and "rule with an iron fist," suppressing them with his fists.

In any case, they absolutely couldn’t allow Xiao Yi to be insulted.

But after all, Xiao Yi was on the field, and the fight wasn’t over yet. They still held onto a sliver of hope, yearning for a miracle. Hence, their gazes remained intently fixed on his computer screen, watching Xiao Yi’s manipulation, watching his match.

But after only three rounds, Situ Qingfeng and Wang Xiaohu’s friends could no longer bear to watch; one after another, their faces revealed a glimmer of despair, looking at Wang Xiaohu with pity in their eyes.

In their view, this was simply an unbearable match to witness!

The players weren’t even on the same level; Xiao Yi was completely one-sided, the side that was being thrashed...

Miracles were destined for others. When it came to oneself, what remained was only tragedy...

After three rounds, Xiao Yi could almost be said to have been completely defeated. In the first round, he had just entered the arena, and in less than a minute, he was easily taken down. The second round was slightly better, but he managed to last only about two minutes. In the third round, he seemed to gain some courage from shame and valiantly resisted an onslaught of attacks, but it was futile; straining with gritted teeth, he endured for just over three minutes before suffering yet another total defeat...

Following such a trend, the outcome had become too obvious to require much thought...

Wang Xiaohu’s heart began to chill, unable to bear watching Xiao Yi’s matches any longer. His face already showed a helpless sorrow as he braced himself to mimic a dog’s bark and crawl around the basketball court...

It seems I have overestimated Big Brother Xiao’s strength. Even a genius, without proper training, has too great a gap to bridge...

Wang Xiaohu inwardly lamented with regret...

Contrary to the gloomy atmosphere surrounding Wang Xiaohu, Situ Qingfeng, and their companions, the fatty across from them was becoming more and more smug, his expression increasingly relaxed. During the break before the start of the fourth round, he even stretched out a finger and gestured at them.

Is this the expert you talked about?

Do you think you can win against me with a kid like this?

The fatty glanced at Wang Xiaohu, whose face now fully revealed disappointment and despair, and the corner of his mouth lifted in a chilly smirk, disdainfully snorting. He was quite eager to see what expression Xiao Yi, who was sitting opposite, would have on his face—whether he could still appear as composed as before. But unfortunately, from his angle, he couldn’t see Xiao Yi’s expression behind the partition. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please visit qidian.com to cast your recommendation votes and monthly votes; your support is my greatest motivation.)

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