tarted building an HQ right next to the gate to KKK's main base.

Seeing the blatant taunt, KKK's face was contorted by anger. He was still a long way from setting up the radar to counter the stealth units, and therefore, he did not know how to respond other than sit and watch his enemy's base being built. The helplessness made KKK taste bile in his mouth.

Bisu shook his head and lamented that KKK's control was even worse than his, and he was convinced that KKK's defeat was imminent.

"I bet he was involved in Karl's injury. It's not smart to p.i.s.s w.a.n.g Tong off." Bisu said and then shook his head.

Flash nodded, "w.a.n.g Tong's psychological condition was extremely stable, so KKK's little trick won't work on him. He would soon find out that he had ended up shooting himself in the feet."

KKK had attempted breaching the blockade, but without the aid of radar, all of KKK's units that dare stepped out of his base were slaughtered by w.a.n.g Tong's stealth units.

KKK's hands were tied, and he conceded that he was trapped inside his base, and forced to watch w.a.n.g Tong's buildings being erected in front of him like a permanent mark of humiliation on the map.

Ivantians audiences became silent at the turn of events. They had hoped to see a fierce battle, but what they got instead was a scene of bullying.

A few moments later, KKK typed "gg" and conceded his defeat. Being pushed to the corner and unable to do anything, KKK found the embarra.s.sment unbearable. However, this was only the beginning of his torment.

The second round started. Infuriated, KKK was still trying to come to terms with his defeat. No one in any official tournament had used such a humiliating method, since those strategies were reserved only when the strongest players wanted to toy with their playthings.

In the second round, w.a.n.g Tong didn't use the Art of Soaring Heaven. Instead, he had built up his base following a standard two base strategy. After KKK's scout discovered w.a.n.g Tong's seemingly beguine opening, he was convinced that it was time for him to avenge his defeat.

KKK had used the Ivantian's preferred strategy that combined both the aggression and the defense. It had been proven to be powerful when used against other ordinary players. As soon as w.a.n.g Tong's scout sniffed out KKK's intention, w.a.n.g Tong knew that KKK had risen to the bait, and soon it would the time to deliver a soul-crus.h.i.+ng blow.

Lured by the promise of revenge, KKK's became more focused on his micro control and the management of his base. Meanwhile, w.a.n.g Tong carried out the game nonchalantly, and his two base opening tactic seemed dull compared to that of KKK.

Both players were gathering forces. When w.a.n.g Tong started building the transport s.h.i.+ps, everyone realized he was about to use the Art of Karl.

"A delayed Art of Karl. Interesting... It looks like w.a.n.g Tong's intention was more in embarra.s.sing his opponent than defeating him."

"I say he was playing with fire. KKK was a force to be reckoned with after all, and he was not a rookie."

"I agree. It is too risky. If he wanted to avenge Karl, there were many safer approaches."

Despite the lack of evidence, everyone knew that KKK was involved in Karl's incident. Although many audiences sympathized with Karl's injury, they also worried that the thought of vengeance would disturb w.a.n.g Tong's calmness and lead him to his downfall.

As Bisu and Kal exchanged their concerns about w.a.n.g Tong's delayed deployment of Art of Karl, Flash shook his head and said, "There is no need to worry about w.a.n.g Tong. He knows what he is doing. His battle awareness means that he wouldn't need to follow any strategy strictly."

No one knew w.a.n.g Tong better than Flash regarding fleet combat. Flash was convinced that although w.a.n.g Tong's strategy looked like a mix match of different styles, he was in full control of the moves, including the most critical aspect of fleet battle: timing.

Seeing that w.a.n.g Tong had held back his force and didn't attack, KKK started reckless expansion and built his fourth base. He was confident that as long as he was able to gain the upper hand in the early game concerning the economy, he would be invulnerable in the late game thanks to the sheer magnitude of his economy. All the while, he snickered at w.a.n.g Tong's incoherent strategy that seemed to lack a solid goal.

In a few more minutes, KKK reasoned that his new bases would be up and running, and he was confident that even if w.a.n.g Tong started an a.s.sault right then, his force would be able to hold their ground for more than a few minutes.

Zhang Jin yawned and stretched her body. She was hoping to watch a more exciting confrontation, but this game bored her. Besides, she was disgusted by KKK's despicable act, so she had utterly lost her interest in the game. She walked to the kitchen to grab a bottle of juice, and when she was back in front of the TV, she saw w.a.n.g Tong's army had already charged into KKK's base—just like she had predicted.

It wasn't until w.a.n.g Tong revealed his real intention that the audiences realized the reason behind w.a.n.g Tong's prolonged inactivity—He was preparing four additional lines of attacks, all airdrop units.

The four airdrop units, the main invading army, and the base formed six fronts that required w.a.n.g Tong's attention, but he had managed everything with confidence and ease.

A large-scale battle broke out immediately. Although KKK was able to hold his ground at the front line for a while, w.a.n.g Tong's superior micro control had quickly overwhelmed him, as KKK was slowly losing his edge.

As KKK started to panic for the slowly crumbling defense, he found fire suddenly surrounding his buildings behind the defensive lines. He had finally noticed the four groups of airdrop units wrecking havoc deep inside his base. Controlling six fronts at the same time, w.a.n.g Tong still looked relaxed; his opponent was too weak.

KKK's front line units dropped like flies, and buildings in his base collapsed one after another. He was defeated, inside out.