Jiang Siming's extreme play this round had the spectators trembling with fear, but he himself didn't feel the slightest bit excited.
The broadcast camera happened to focus on Jiang Siming's face. Seeing his calm, unruffled expression, the spectators could only smile bitterly.
It was truly a case of the emperor not being anxious while the eunuchs were. Then again, it made sense. How many god-tier plays had Ming Shen pulled off in competitions? In past matches, there had been several moves in every game that were even more thrilling than this.
Back then, Jiang Siming had been fighting one against four. What was there to worry about now that it was only one against two?
Maybe they hadn't watched the matches for a while and still weren't used to this "level of force."
Basic operation. Don't be impressed. Everyone, sit down.
After dealing with Smiling's threat, Jiang Siming still had G Shen as an opponent.
G Shen was different from opponents like bomin and Koy. They didn't understand Jiang Siming, but G Shen knew him very well.
He was the player who had fought Jiang Siming the most. After being crushed by Jiang Siming so many times, he had gained plenty of experience.
He knew very well that when fighting Jiang Siming, he absolutely couldn't rush. He had to patiently look for an opportunity.
Now that Smiling was dead, Jiang Siming had hidden behind the haystack to heal, but G Shen had no intention of charging over.
Against any other opponent, G Shen would probably have rushed in already.
However, G Shen didn't choose to sit around and wait for death. Instead, while Jiang Siming was healing, he quietly slipped toward the wall surrounding the houses behind him.
This wall was very close to Jiang Siming's position. More importantly, there