Because of the game's skill settings, many players fought in a rigid, by-the-book manner, making only slight adjustments. But Chen Fan's battle showed them techniques they rarely got to see.
Seeing Chen Fan launch an attack no one else could have imagined, everyone felt the outcome had been decided. A blue sword light slashed toward Heathcliff's head.
"Bzzz...!"
Time seemed to freeze. Chen Fan stopped in midair, and the expressions of the players watching from the sidelines froze in that very instant as well.
Among everyone present, only one person could move: Heathcliff. However, his expression was rather grim. The sword in his hand twitched slightly, as though he wanted to strike Chen Fan. If he attacked Chen Fan now, victory would certainly be his. He was also confident he could block this attack, but the support system had already determined that his HP would fall below half. He knew that even if he blocked Chen Fan's strike, his HP would still very likely decrease.
Yet it seemed he gave up on something, and his hand did not move. "Whoosh...!" The frozen time began moving once more. Chen Fan's sword swept across Heathcliff's forehead, and Heathcliff's HP instantly dropped below half. His previously green HP bar turned yellow, entering the warning range.
WINNER! Chen Fan
The winner had been decided, and the battle finally came to an end. Cheers and exclamations erupted from the spectator seats. This thrilling duel had clearly shown everyone the strength of top-tier players, and they had come to know Chen Fan as well. He truly deserved to be called the number one player.
Heathcliff said to Chen Fan, "Congratulations! You won!" With that, he turned and left.
There was no joy on Chen Fan's face either. Just now, he had clearly felt an