There was a powerful psychological suggestion in games called "the defeat was already decided." Over the years, in any fighting game, when one side had been reduced to low health while the attacker was at full health, almost no low-health player could remain calm.
Under pressure, highly negative emotions arose—irritability, agitation, anxiety—and they lost their usual level of performance.
Kabetaro was in exactly that situation. After Lu Yang had reduced him to low health, even though he knew one more move would decide the match, he became nervous. So when Lu Yang came within one meter of him, he was only 0.07 seconds slower than Lu Yang.
Du Bin looked at Lu Yang, who remained in the arena, and smiled with a sigh. "As expected of an expert. He won far too easily."
Tong Tong said, "Good thing there's another round. Otherwise, it would've ended so quickly. That would've been too boring."
This year's competition used a best-of-three format. To increase the difficulty, the second round also included Forced Counterattack. Players who were continuously controlled could use Forced Counterattack to knock their attacker away.
Inside the arena.
All of Lu Yang's skills had finished cooling down. He quietly waited for the second round to begin. His guess during the first round had been correct. Dongshan Wall Taro was cunning. He had won last year by playing defensively. This year, he had changed his name, making it seem as though he still intended to use the same defensive style. In reality, he wanted to catch his opponent off guard with an opening attack and defeat him in one combo.
In an ordinary match, Kabetaro would probably still use his defensive, damage-soaking style. But today's match was being broadcast worldwide, and he was facing Lu Yang. He definitely wanted to defeat Lu