Cao Chenghua's side, which had fallen silent under Bai Qingxue's forceful presence, suddenly broke into smiles when they saw the matchup displayed in midair above the arena.
Third match: Fierce Snake VS Canglang Zhantian!
Fierce Snake was a Berserker, while Canglang Zhantian was a Shield Warrior. In terms of combat power, Berserkers held a huge advantage, but Shield Warriors had high defense, thick health bars, and quite a few life-saving skills. They were not as easily dealt with as other classes.
Neither class inherently countered the other; it all depended on whose skills were superior.
Bai Qingxue looked at Canglang Zhantian, who had remained silent and calm as still water. A faintly oppressive aura emanated from his entire body, giving people the feeling that he should be respected from afar.
No matter how she looked at him, Canglang Zhantian was no ordinary expert. Even Ghost Slash, the main team's MT, had said that he had only started playing a Shield Warrior because of Canglang Zhantian. Coupled with the respect Cao Chenghua and the others showed him, it was enough to prove that Canglang Zhantian stood among the very best. He should not be inferior to Spirit Snake.
Among the Twelve Apostles, Soaring Snake ranked first, Spirit Snake ranked third, and Fierce Snake was only ninth. Fierce Snake's chance of defeating Spirit Snake was merely thirty to forty percent, with more losses than wins.
If Canglang Zhantian was a notch stronger than Spirit Snake and comparable to Soaring Snake, then Fierce Snake's chances of winning would be no more than twenty to thirty percent.
Fortunately, Canglang Zhantian was not a damage-dealing class, so his offensive power was certainly not high. Berserkers were also plate-armored classes, not like Rangers or leather- and cloth-armored classes that would be finished in three to five