The Flying Man

“Alright, they probably knew each other and were saying hello, but now that that’s done, the match will soon officially begin.”

The main commentator, Zhang Zhen, saw that the players were finally getting into position and couldn’t help but take a deep breath.

This was a competition, not a chatroom.

It would be a good idea for the game company to recommend that players not talk during the competition in the future.

“Let’s take a look at the compositions of these teams. Lu Li’s side is running Thief, Warrior and Priest. The other side is running…” Dark Wind observed.

“Warrior, Mage and Priest, a classic composition,” Zhang Zhen added in coordination.

“Yes, that’s true. This composition is comparable to Thief, Mage and Priest. On top of the Berserker’s physical damage output, the Mage’s advantage is even greater,” Dark Wind passionately spoke.

“Dark Wind, the team that Lu Li is facing today isn’t any ordinary team, right?” Zhang Zhen had been infected by the atmosphere.