Rebirth: Start Awakening Extraction Card System

Ba Gejiu struggled to get up from the ground, his figure swaying in the huge wind.

His feet staggered like leaves struggling in the wind, and his body swayed left and right as he moved towards the match.

"Coach Li, if Brother Ba Jiu gets sucked into the fan like this, can he still beat Match?" Pan Lin's voice was filled with doubt.

"That depends on Match's reaction."

Li Yibo's answer was a bit vague, but his words revealed his anticipation and attention to the competition.

Match's body was pressed tightly against the fan's protective net, with one hand tightly holding the mesh of the net to steady his body.

The other hand was tightly holding the orange weapon revolver Golden Python-33MM. The pistol was swinging on the protective net, and it was obviously impossible to lift the gun with one hand.

Looking at Brother Ba Jiu who was getting closer and closer to him, Match took a deep breath.

He knew that if he couldn't come up with a countermeasure, he would be doomed to lose the battle.

"Hi!"

Match shouted, and suddenly loosened his hands that were holding the protective net. He raised the gun in both hands with force and pointed the muzzle at Ba Gejiu.

However, blown by the strong wind, his body began to turn again, and the muzzle of the gun also rotated.

"Bang bang bang!"

Fire snakes spewed out of the muzzle and the sound of bullets continued.

Match pointed his gun at Brother Ba Jiu and cleared all the unused skills in his skill bar.

However, these actions of the match were doomed to be in vain in the face of the huge wind.

As soon as the bullets left the muzzle, they hit the blades of the fan like leaves pulled by the wind, making a "dang dang dang" sound.

At the moment when Match fired the gun, Brother Bajiu made an unexpected move.

He slammed the shadowless stick into the ground suddenly, and he quickly lay down on the ground with the stick in both hands and began to crawl forward.

Blown by the wind, his figure quickly approached the match like a swimming snake.

Seeing this, Match was shocked. He knew that he could no longer be passive like this and had to find a way to deal with this cunning opponent.

As a professional player, Match actually came up with a solution in the moment of crisis.

He held on to the mesh of the fan protective net tightly with both hands and slowly climbed down step by step.

Seeing that he was not far from the ground, he wanted to jump, but he was worried that he would be pulled back by the huge wind, making all his efforts in vain.

He barely suppressed the thought in his mind and continued to climb down obediently.

Suddenly, Match felt something hard poking his balls.

"Ouch!"

He let out a cry of surprise, his body involuntarily jumping upwards, and was almost spun around by the fan again.

He was so scared that he quickly grabbed the protective net with both hands.

But his legs were bent and spread apart as he floated up, and his entire lower body swayed in the strong wind.

The audience watching the live broadcast burst into laughter when they saw this.

The barrage was extremely lively, with various comments emerging one after another.

"This matchstick is so stupid, it deliberately bumped into Brother Ba's nine sticks!"

"It's not that Matchstick is stupid, it's that Brother Bajiu is too disgusting!"

"It's...it's so obscene!"

"What kind of skill is this? Is it a swordsman-type uppercut?"

"Matchstick climbed for a long time and then went back. If it were me, I would be so angry that I would die!"

"I just want to ask Match, are you in pain?"

"In this situation, I want to compose a poem. Ahem ~ the name is Eggy's Sorrow!"

"..."

The match players on the field had no time to pay attention to these sarcasm.

He knew that he had to concentrate now to deal with Ba Gejiu's next attack.

However, before he could steady himself, a greater force came from below, hitting his waist, back, back of the head, and hands.

Although he tried his best to hold on to the protective net, he had already lost his balance.

"Clap clap clap!"

After a few crisp sounds, Match's hands finally couldn't bear the huge force and dropped the protective net.

His body curled up into a ball and spun on the protective net in the direction of the fan, like a windmill blown by the wind.

"Coach Li, if I'm not mistaken, this is a four-hit mid-air attack, right?" Pan Lin asked in surprise.

"That's right, it's a four-hit floating stab!"

As the director replayed the broadcast, everyone saw six skill icons flashing in sequence on Ba Gejiu's skill tree: Sky Strike, Dragon Fang, Continuous Stab, Hundred Dragon Meteor Attack, Strong Dragon Pressure, and Angry Dragon Piercing the Heart.

It turns out that there are more than just four consecutive stabs!

"Matchstick's response was excellent, but Brother Bajiu's combo was absolutely perfect."

Li Yibo remained calm despite being slapped in the face, and his voice was full of admiration.

Pan Lin quickly continued, "This game is getting more and more exciting."

The audience was once again shocked by Brother Ba Jiu.

On the barrage, they exclaimed and praised, marveling at the intensity of the game.

The game continues.

Matchstick's health has been reduced by 30%, but Brother Ba Jiu is still lying on the ground, raising his head and attacking Matchstick.

Although Match was in trouble, he did not give up.

The match cleverly avoided attacks while rolling, while also looking for opportunities to counterattack.

Finally, Match found a perfect opportunity.

When his body turned closest to the ground, the muzzle of the Golden Python-33MM revolver in his hand shook violently.

"Anti-tank gun!"

With a loud shout from Match, three shells were fired from the muzzle, but under the super strong suction force of the fan, the shells exploded not far above Match's head.

"Boom boom boom!"

The huge recoil and shock wave generated by the explosion knocked the matches off the protective net.

He quickly adjusted his posture and launched a fierce counterattack against Ba Gejiu.

"boom!"

A deafening gunshot rang out, and the entire PK room seemed to tremble.

Ba Gejiu leaned back, a cluster of blood suddenly appeared on his head, and his health dropped by 20% in an instant.

It turned out that Matchstick used the sharpshooter's most powerful skill.

Barrett Sniper!!!

This skill is not only extremely powerful, but also has a hidden effect of double damage when hitting the head.

Match rolled over, with the pistol pressed against Brother Ba's chest. While he was still in a stiff state, he shot him with a floating bullet.

Ba Gejiu's body floated up and was hit by a fierce series of attacks from Matchstick.

Sharp shot, curved shot, rapid shot, scattered shot...

"Bang bang bang!"

There were constant gunshots, and Matchstick adopted Ba Gejiu's dirty style of play, releasing skills while struggling.

He keeps a low profile and never stands up straight.

The equipment and weapons on Ba Gejiu's body were no match for Huo Ji, and his health began to decrease.

The health gap between the two was gradually made up.

"Coach Li, if this continues, Brother Ba Jiu might lose this round!"

"Ahem~ Yeah!"

Li Yibo nodded.

At this moment, the situation on the field changed.