Rebirth: Start Awakening Extraction Card System

"Crack!"

The tapping sounds of the keyboard and mouse echoed in the e-sports room like dense drumbeats under Ma Dongsheng's fingers.

The Berserker Mage "Ba Gejiu" on the computer screen is like a warrior surrounded by enemies.

He flexibly used his superb skills of dodging and moving, trying to find a glimmer of hope in the enemy's fierce attack.

But unfortunately, the opponent's offensive was too fierce, and the disadvantage came like a tide, making it difficult to reverse.

"Coach Li, look at Ma Dongsheng. He really has tried his best."

Pan Lin's voice came through the microphone, with a barely perceptible choke, and was conveyed to every audience member who was watching the duel.

"Even though this game ended in failure, Ma Dongsheng's performance is worthy of everyone's respect. He demonstrated the true spirit of esports."

"He—even though he lost, he still won with honor!"

Li Yibo, sitting on the other side of the commentary booth, nodded, his eyes full of approval.

"That's right, Pan Lin. Five consecutive PK matches of this intensity is a huge test for any contestant."

"Even in the professional league arena, it is rare to see such intense and sustained confrontation."

"The fact that Ma Dongsheng has been able to persevere until now is a victory in itself."

On the screen, Ba Gejiu's health was already in danger, dropping to a critical point of only 5%.

However, Ma Dongsheng's eyes remained as firm as before, without the slightest wavering.

His fingers were still jumping rapidly on the keyboard, as if proving to everyone that he would never give up as long as he had breath left.

"give up!"

"Ma Dongsheng, do you think there will be another miracle?"

"After five rounds, can your fingers still hold up?"

Liu Hao's words in the message area were like cold arrows, trying to penetrate Ma Dongsheng's psychological defenses.

However, these words seemed to become a catalyst that stimulated Ma Dongsheng's fighting spirit.

Ma Dongsheng took a deep breath and his eyes became more determined.

He knew that this game was not only a test of his skills, but also a test of his will and belief.

He believes that as long as there is a dream in one's heart, miracles can happen.

So he adjusted his strategy and began to choose each attack and defense more carefully.

Under his control, Brother Ba Jiu seemed to be given new life and began to gradually turn the tide of the battle.

Although the opposing magic swordsman "Darkness" still had 50% health, the situation on the field began to change subtly as time went on.

Every operation of Ma Dongsheng was accurate and correct. Although Ba Gejiu's health was still dangerous, it was decreasing very slowly.

As a result of continuous mistakes, Dark Sky's health began to slowly decrease.

The audience watched with bated breath, and Pan Lin and Li Yibo in the commentary booth clenched their fists nervously.

The outcome of this duel seems to have gone beyond the scope of a game and become a contest of belief and will.

"GG!"

In the information area at the bottom right corner of the computer screen, below the dark ID, two conspicuous capital letters suddenly popped out, announcing his giving up on the game.

"Why?!"

In the commentary booth, Pan Lin's voice was filled with astonishment and confusion. His eyes were fixed on the computer screen, as if he couldn't believe what was happening before his eyes.

"Coach Li, look at this..."

He turned to Li Yibo beside him, his tone full of doubt.

"An Wutianri still has 30% health left, while Ba Gejiu's health bar is already in jeopardy, with only 3% left. No matter how you look at it, Liu Hao is definitely going to win this match!"

Li Yibo also looked stunned. He frowned and his eyes moved back and forth between the screen and the audience's comment area.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, as if he had discovered something.

"Xiao Pan, take a look at the comments from this 'Jia Dynasty die-hard fan' friend on the barrage."

He pointed to a corner of the screen, pressed the pause button, and then spoke to Pan Lin.

Pan Lin quickly moved closer and read the message carefully.

"Excellent Era has a match tonight. It's 7:30 now. The players need to get ready to play."

He suddenly understood, but then raised another question: "But, Brother Ba Jiu's health is very low. It shouldn't take Liu Hao more than 5 minutes to win this match!"

"He...why does he have to give up at this time?!"

Li Yibo also looked puzzled.

He pondered for a moment and said slowly, "This...maybe there is something behind this that we don't know."

At this moment, Pan Lin suddenly shouted: "I know!"

"Team Excellent Era is no longer strong and is destined to be relegated this year!"

"Liu Hao, he wants to perform well in the professional league and find a new way out for himself!"

Li Yibo slapped his thigh and understood.

"Yeah! Even if he beats Ma Dongsheng in this match, so what?!"

"For his future, this is of no importance at all!"

"Coach Li, look at this message!"

Pan Lin couldn't help but exclaim, "Liu Hao has already contacted the Misty Rain Club privately and is planning to transfer at the end of this season."

"However, the outcome of the transfer will depend on his performance in the next few games."

"Of course he has to prioritize the professional league! This little live broadcast match is no longer important to him."

Li Yibo nodded in agreement.

"This netizen from 'Misty Rain' has made a very accurate analysis!"

"Liu Hao's little tricks are worth billions!"

"But he is also working hard for his own future."

"In the professional esports arena, everyone has to consider their own future."

As the two talked, the game scene on the screen was frozen at the moment when Darkness gave up the game.

The audience began to discuss the matter. Some expressed understanding for Liu Hao's decision, while others were disappointed.

But no matter what, Liu Hao's choice this time will become an important turning point in his career.

And he will also use his strength to prove his worth in future competitions.

At this moment, Ma Dongsheng was like a sponge that had been squeezed dry of water. He lay powerlessly on the gaming chair, every inch of muscle in his body revealing fatigue, and he didn't want to move at all.

These five games consumed a lot of his energy.

Fortunately, he won in the end!

"Ma Dongsheng, congratulations on winning all the games. Do you have anything to say at this moment?"

Pan Lin's voice broke the silence, carrying a hint of excitement and anticipation, as if to pass this joy to everyone.

Ma Dongsheng slowly opened his eyes and looked towards the camera, his eyes gradually becoming clear and firm.

He took a deep breath, and although his voice was a little hoarse, it was full of power: "God's Realm, my Brother Ba Jiu is here!!!"