#pan lin

潘林，生日快乐！

“Victory was certain.

Even the pro player chat group were sure of it as well. The camera had switched to Ye Xiu's Lord Grim. Pan Lin and Li Yibo were already giving him a eulogy as if the match was over.

"Ye Xiu built the team up from scratch, ravaging through the Challenger League, slaughtering their way through the playoffs, playing three close games against Tyranny. These accomplishments could be already considered a miracle," Pan Lin said.　　

"Yes, even if Happy doesn't end up making it into the finals and winning the championships, their achievements are unprecedented in the history of Glory. With the Alliance continuing to develop, I doubt that anyone else would be able to ever do better. Once again, Ye Xiu has made history," Li Yibo said.

"And the team that he formed has endless potential. We've seen just how extraordinary each of their members are. They still have a lot of room to grow," Pan Lin said.

"Honorable even in defeat."

"Honorable even in defeat."

The two finished and observed a moment of silence.”

潘林，生日快乐！

潘林，生日快乐~！

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 today’s Ye Xiu? He’d won thirty-seven consecutive battles, which still seemed invincible. But Pan Lin felt that, even though his results were incredible, the returned Ye Xiu didn’t seem to have that same brash, dominating air that he’d 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 didn’t seem quite right.

It wasn’t 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, wasn’t 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 hadn’t 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 hadn’t 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 didn’t agree.

Ye Xiu had indeed been working very hard. Without him, this Team Happy definitely wouldn’t be what it was today. But over Happy’s thirty-eight matches, whether they won or lost, Pan Lin had always seen an air of joy.

Yes, 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 Happy’s brutally utilitarian style of play. After reading them, Pan Lin found them laughable.

Utilitarian?

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 Happy’s performance wasn’t 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 wasn’t 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 didn’t you know just how happy the players were while playing?

In Pan Lin’s 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.”

The King’s Avatar.  Chapter 1436: Wearing Down

“Ninjato, Silver Weapon: Sixteen Leaves (十六叶 shí liù yè).

The moment that this Silver weapon was revealed to the world, everyone was startled. The Silver Weapon of the number one Ninja in the professional circle, Team Misty Rain’s Dark Forest, was called Sixteen Nights (十六夜 shí liù yè), only differing by one word from Deception’s weapon, but overall, it sounded the same.

The names for all Silver equipment was system-generated, but as a way of generating publicity, clubs would often ascribe their own meaning to the name of a piece of Silver equipment. For instance, Dark Forest’s Ninjato, Sixteen Nights, had a chance of inflicting Blind as an additional effect, so this could be the origin of the word “Night” in the equipment’s name. But then, what about Sixteen Leaves?

Unlike the bigger clubs, Happy didn’t have established systems in place. As a result, since they focused purely on training well, playing well, and achieving good results, other aspects such as publicity weren’t particularly well-honed. Even if they had some sponsors to help with publicity, they wouldn’t sponsor the likes of Deception, a character who hadn’t appeared many times in Happy’s games.

Since Mo Fan hadn’t appeared very much, the various teams didn’t have a clear idea of what properties Sixteen Leaves possessed.

At this moment, after Ninjutsu · Disappearing Body Technique was quietly used, Shadow Dance immediately surrounded and attacked Receding Tides. As they attacked, more than ten Ninjatos gently floated down, fluttering like long leaves that had been curled up by the wind.

Sixteen Leaves? Was this what it was named after?

The audience may not have thought of so much in an instant, but the broadcast’s explanation had to be more acute. In that instant, they had immediately been given a speaking point for Happy’s Deception.

“Sixteen Leaves!” Pan Lin shouted loudly. As he shouted, he saw Deception’s Ninjato floating like leaves, and then he saw the fresh, red blood that had instantly filled everyone’s field of view……”