âThirty-seven consecutive wins. Even in Ye Xiuâs pinnacle years, he had never had such a perfect performance before. Part of this was of course because Lord Grim was unspecialized, but separating the character from the player, Pan Lin felt that Ye Xiu was different as well.
The Ye Xiu of the past, who had led his account to earn the title of Battle God, was domineering on the battlefield, invincible.
But todayâs Ye Xiu? Heâd won thirty-seven consecutive battles, which still seemed invincible. But Pan Lin felt that, even though his results were incredible, the returned Ye Xiu didnât seem to have that same brash, dominating air that heâd had as a Battle Mage.
Was his temperament different because his class was different?
At the beginning, Pan Lin had thought this was the case. But after seeing many matches, it didnât seem quite right.
It wasnât until the end of the season, and he saw the adjustments and changes that Team Tyranny had made, that Pan Lin finally understood.
Ye Xiu, like those three old generals of Tyranny, wasnât young anymore! That brash and sharp air of the Battle God had slowly bled away with the flow of time. Before, because Ye Xiu had always been present and everyone was always watching his matches, they hadnât noticed the feeling very clearly. But after leaving and then returning after a year and a half, the scars left by the passage of time were suddenly in stark clarity.
He hadnât wantonly squandered his youth, nor had he willfully tried to compete with the years. He had simply been continuously adjusting and perfecting his own technique, using whatever style best suited him at the time to engage in battle.
Calm, elegant, and then old. From the very start, he had never planned to lament this inevitable fact of life. Just like how he faced the championship, he faced this saddening situation with vigor.
This season, quite a few people discussed the pressure that Ye Xiu faced, leading a team like this. They discussed just how exhausting it was for him, all for the sake of victory.
But Pan Lin didnât agree.
Ye Xiu had indeed been working very hard. Without him, this Team Happy definitely wouldnât be what it was today. But over Happyâs thirty-eight matches, whether they won or lost, Pan Lin had always seen an air of joy.
The sort of joy that came from playing from the heart.
Glory was, after all, a game. Pan Lin wondered whether many people had forgotten this point. After last round, many commentators criticized Happyâs brutally utilitarian style of play. After reading them, Pan Lin found them laughable.
Had they not realized that the Glory Alliance itself was the most utilitarian?
The implementation of all sorts of rules, the requirement that the battles be splendid, this and that, all of it revealed the utilitarianism.
In comparison, Pan Lin felt that Happyâs performance wasnât utilitarian at all. It was purely a pursuit of victory. Pan Lin had always thought that those who wanted both victory and a beautiful battle were the real utilitarians!
Victory and loss. A very straightforward thing, and yet so many details had to be bickered over. The utilitarianism revealed a sort of hypocrisy.
The battle wasnât pretty?
But the thing was, who was going to contribute a pretty battle for you? The players were on the battlefield, they cared about victory, and certainly not appearance. You thought the battle was ugly, but didnât you know just how happy the players were while playing?
In Pan Linâs eyes, Ye Xiu was undoubtedly this kind of person. He never cared about the opinions of those around him. Using the best method to obtain victory, this was what he had always done. This was one thing that had never changed about him, from age 17 to age 27.â
The Kingâs Avatar. Chapter 1436: Wearing Down
*reminder: official Webnovel had their own version of translation, instead of team âHappyâ, it was team âJoyful Flourishâ Â
