"I refuse to accept this! I refuse!" Xu Sanshi pulled off his helmet and slapped the table with a resentful expression. "That last game doesn't count! I still hadn't figured out how those towers attacked! And I didn't understand the equipment in the shop either!"
Bei Bei frowned deeply as well. As one of Shrek Team's strategists, he was rapidly reviewing the match. "I checked the death replay just now. That axe-wielding woman seemed to have bought equipment that increased movement speed and attack power. Meanwhile, I... bought a pile of gems that increased mana."
Bei Bei gave a bitter laugh. "This is entirely a gap in equipment understanding."
Huo Yuhao was even calmer, rapidly taking notes in his notebook. "Last-hitting... gold... vision... The core of this game isn't killing people, but resource acquisition."
He looked up, his eyes gleaming with curiosity. "Boss, if we understand how to build items, can we win?"
Lu Yuan leaned against the counter and gently shook his head, a mysterious smile curling at his lips. "Equipment is only the foundation. The real gap lies in understanding the champions, and..."
Lu Yuan raised a slender finger. "The art of mechanics."
"Mechanics?" Wang Dong said unwillingly. "We're Soul Masters! When it comes to reaction speed, who are we afraid of?"
"Is that so?" Lu Yuan set down his hot cocoa and stood up straight. He rolled his wrists, producing a series of crisp cracks.
"Since you're all so confident." Lu Yuan swept his gaze over everyone in the internet café before finally stopping on the plump old man eagerly clutching a wine gourd.
"Xuan Zi, you want to play too, right?" Xuan Zi chuckled and wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth. "That big-bellied barrel fellow looks familiar to me. After watching you lot