Four Skills for All.

Mo Xiu directly launched God's Spy.

Skill 1: Continuous Fireballs 2

Skill effect: Can fire twenty fireballs within five minutes to inflict damage.

Cooldown time: six hours

If we were to say which skill's detection effect is the worst, it would definitely be elemental skills.

Because it's impossible to detect exactly how strong the elemental skills are.

"The match begins!"

As the host announced the start of the competition, Zhang He rushed towards Mo Xiu.

It seems Zhang He doesn't know Mo Xiu. Usually, contestants will investigate the other contestants before the competition, after all, knowing yourself and your enemy will ensure victory in every battle.

At the very least, they would investigate the strongest players in other departments to find out whether their opponents were strong or weak.

However, the support class is an exception. If the support class has even a little bit of competitiveness in team battles, then they are basically doomed in individual battles.

In previous competitions, even top-seeded support players rarely advanced. The reason is simple: the biggest role of a support is to help the team win. One-on-one duels? Forget about them.

According to Mo Xiu's estimation, victory could be achieved simply by dodging Zhang He's fireballs, so he was in no hurry to use his skills.

What puzzled Mo Xiu was that Zhang He's skills seemed to be ranged, so why was he in such a hurry to close the distance?

The next moment, Mo Xiu understood. Zhang He formed his hands into claws, and flames appeared in his palms. This must be the fireball, but it was not fired.

It seems Zhang He intends to use fireballs in close combat, an interesting tactic. This would avoid depleting the fireballs and allow him to utilize the high temperature of the flames to increase his attack power.

Zhang He attacked with a claw, but Mo Xiu dodged by taking a step back, and flames flashed past Mo Xiu's face.

The temperature of the flames is not low, so the power of the incendiary bombs is estimated to be considerable.

After dodging the attack, Mo Xiu quickly rushed forward, closing the distance between them to only a fist's width, making it difficult for Zhang He to unleash his flames in an attack.

Mo Xiu didn't throw a punch, but instead used his elbow to strike Zhang He's abdomen repeatedly.

Zhang He hadn't expected Mo Xiu to suddenly attack, and he took the blows without warning.

Having suffered this loss, Zhang He immediately retreated several steps, looking at Mo Xiu with some surprise.

Mo Xiu did not pursue, wanting to see how Zhang He would respond next.

Zhang He said, "I really didn't expect that a support character would have such combat skills. Shouldn't the basic skills of a support be escaping and being able to withstand damage?"

This is a common misconception that the job of a support is simply to use their support skills, then hide quietly and not hinder the team.

In fact, during the month that Mo Xiu studied in the support department, he found that most of his classmates had good combat skills. They might not know any martial arts moves, but their basic skills in speed and strength were very solid.

Mo Xiu replied, "I don't think you're very good at running away, nor are you very resilient."

Zhang He exclaimed excitedly, "You...you're so stubborn!"

Then it approached Mo Xiu and attacked with the exact same claw strike as before.

Mo Xiu narrowed his eyes and, just like last time, took a step back to dodge the attack.

The flame stopped just as it grazed Mo Xiu's face.

"Whoosh!"

The fireball was fired at Mo Xiu's face. Mo Xiu was prepared and knew that Zhang He's use of the same move must be strange. So this was what he was waiting for.

The fireballs were launched very quickly, but Mo Xiu reacted in time, dodging them with a backflip.

As soon as Mo Xiu landed after his backflip, Zhang He took advantage of the fact that Mo Xiu hadn't yet regained his footing and fired six fireballs in quick succession, the fireballs almost completely surrounding Mo Xiu.

The flamethrowers exploded upon contact with an object. The explosion of six flamethrowers filled the area where Mo Xiu had just been standing with smoke and dust, making him invisible for a moment.

Zhang He excitedly raised his hands to celebrate his victory. He had been hit by six fireballs, and even Zhou Qiuwu would not have been unharmed. He hadn't expected to take down a seeded player in the first match. It was a great start.

Zhang He shouted to the audience, "Ah!!! Remember me, my name is Zhang He! I will advance to the top eight!"

The audience's expressions were normal at first, but then they gradually became blank. Zhang He turned around and looked at them in confusion.

As the smoke cleared, Mo Xiu's shirt was burned to shreds, but it was clear that Mo Xiu was not injured at all.

Zhang He stared at Mo Xiu as if he had seen a ghost.

"You...you're alright? I know, your skill is healing."

Mo Xiu looked at his disheveled appearance and shook his head, saying, "I haven't even used any skills yet, and you're already celebrating your victory? That's far too careless. Someone like you won't even make it into the top eight."

Zhang He angrily said, "Shut up!"

Then another fireball was fired, which Mo Xiu quickly dodged by moving sideways.

Seeing that Mo Xiu's speed had increased by more than double, Zhang He was somewhat bewildered.

Just as Zhang He fired six fireballs, Mo Xiu activated the Descent of the God of War. Although the fireballs were fast, they were still slower than bullets.

Mo Xiu could dodge bullets, let alone fireballs. If it weren't for testing the power of fireballs, his shirt wouldn't have been torn.

Zhang He pointed at Mo Xiu and said, "Your speed has increased dramatically. Support skills can't achieve that. Your skills aren't support skills at all; they're agility-based attack skills."

Mo Xiu, recalling Yang Qingzhuo's monstrous skill, said, "Can't do it? That only shows your limited understanding. Besides, my skill isn't just about increasing speed!"

After Mo Xiu finished speaking, he didn't give Zhang He another chance. He pushed off the ground with both feet and rushed towards Zhang He at top speed.

Seeing Mo Xiu's speed, Zhang He panicked and put his hands together, creating about ten fireballs between them.

Mo Xiu immediately understood Zhang He's intention and gathered ten fireballs together to launch them, thus increasing their power.

However, Mo Xiu was too fast. Before Zhang He could fire the fireball in his hand, he had already arrived at Zhang He's side.

She said softly, "What's the use of great power if it can't hit anyone?"

Mo Xiu punched Zhang He in the stomach, Zhang He's eyes bulged, he almost lost consciousness, and the fireball in his hand also dissipated.

After realizing the situation was bad, Zhang He immediately tried to admit defeat, but Mo Xiu didn't give him the chance and kicked him out of bounds, almost injuring a spectator.

Mo Xiu said coldly, "Don't underestimate support classes. What if a capable support character appears?"

After seeing the result of the match, Zhou Qiuwu turned and left.

......

At the end of the day's competition, the four support-type players had the following results: Mo Xiu and Xiao Lan each won one game, while Dong Fang and Xue Ling'er each lost one game.

This result was not unexpected. Xue Ling'er is a support character, so she would definitely be a bit weaker than other students from other departments who are good at fighting.

Dong Fang, needless to say, only advanced because he applied for the support class. If he had applied for the offensive class, it would have been virtually impossible for him to advance.

In his first match, Liu Ziyang encountered a seeded player from the elemental category and unfortunately lost. In his own words, "I guess I was just unlucky!"

When Mo Xiu returned home, Yang Qingzhuo was having hot pot with Xiao Fushun.

"Why didn't you wait for me when you were eating hot pot?"

Yang Qingzhuo said playfully, "We originally wanted to wait for you, but neither of us could resist!"

Xiao Fushun is becoming more and more human-like, and nodded in agreement.

"Mo Xiu, how was your match today?"

"We won! Let's eat!"