The so-called familiarizing oneself with the venue was actually to experience the environment in advance.
The environment of the venue wasn't bad, and one could basically see everything from a high vantage point. The reason why everyone chose to walk around was because they wanted to walk around the venue and catch up with old acquaintances.
After all, everyone was in the same circle. They might be enemies in the factory, but they had a good relationship in private. The esports circle wasn't a lifetime buyout system, and who knew when they would become teammates. There was no harm in building a good relationship.
Although the people from Quan Zhen Sect weren't part of the gaming circle, they were still considered influential figures in the game. At this moment, they saw many familiar faces, such as Blood Alliance, World Domination, and other large guilds that they had interacted with before. Everyone was present.
In fact, when the Quan Zhen Sect walked out, the group even encountered Nian Liuyun and Icy Jade's group.
This group of people seemed to be the representative team of the second region. Their team name was very unique, something like 'Fighters Don't Cry'.
A bunch of uncultured people who came up with such a lame name.
… …
After leaving the venue, Quanzhen and the others didn't have a place to play. They usually talked about the game, and after returning from the venue, they went back into the game.
The Pro League had come to an end, and the atmosphere in the game was very different from before. The streets of the main cities were filled with banners, especially in the main cities with participating teams. The banners were printed with the teams' flags, and it looked very spectacular.
This was especially true for Afterglow City. A mere city like this actually had three teams participating in the competition. It was incomparably arrogant.
Of course, the most eye-catching thing was the Quan Zhen Sect's extremely eye-catching Ox 13 war flag. It was simply the nightmare of all the players in Afterglow City. If it weren't for the fact that the Quan Zhen Sect was infamous, everyone would have wanted to tear down this disgusting war flag.
On the third day, the day of the competition finally arrived.
At such an exciting time, Quanzhen obviously wouldn't laze around in bed. They woke up early in the morning, washed up, and gathered at Wang Yu's room, ready to enter.
But at this moment, Evil Snort carried a box into Wang Yu's room.
Then, he shouted, "Come, come, come. Everyone, share it."
"What is this?" Everyone was confused.
"Uniform!" As he spoke, Evildoers Run Wild fished out a piece and threw it to Wuji. "Try it on and see if it fits!"
Wuji took the clothes and skillfully opened the packaging. When he opened it, he was dumbfounded.
The color of the clothes was the color of feces yellow. Wuji was too lazy to complain about this. The key was the logo on the clothes. It was so bright that it blinded everyone's eyes.
The yellow clothes were already old and ugly, and there were even a few ancient Chinese characters printed on the clothes with incomparably bright red cinnabar.
At the front was written "Supreme of Wulin", and at the back was "Kung Fu". The words were red on a yellow background. It was exactly the same as the scribbles sold by the monks and Taoist priests in the tourist area.
Wuji was so embarrassed that he clutched his clothes and asked with a trembling voice, "What … what the hell are these things … they're so stupid."
Kung Fu, Wulin, these terms had long been separated from superstition in this era.
When a normal person saw such a logo, they would think that it was printed with "A certain Xiang Professional Technical College for Immortal Cultivators". They had already broken away from being a chuunibyou and entered the realm of stupidity.
The motto of Quanzhen had always been that one could be crazy, but one could not be stupid. Instead of letting Wuji wear these clothes on stage, it would be better to let him wear female clothes. At least people would not think that he was stupid, right?
Not only Wuji, but the other members of Quanzhen were also stunned on the spot when they saw the team uniform.
After a long time, Chun Xiang asked while trembling, "Are we going to wear such stupid clothes on stage? There are close to a hundred thousand people here. It's too embarrassing."
"Not only that, we can watch the live stream in the game. There will be hundreds of millions of people watching us act stupid." Wuji shed silent tears.
"Stupid? I think it's pretty. " Wang Yu picked up the clothes in Wuji's hand and compared them to his body. He threw it to Wuji and asked Evildoers Run Wild, "Do you have 5 X's?"
"Yes!"
Evildoers Run Wild rummaged through the box and pulled out a large one for Wang Yu. Wang Yu put it on happily.
"…" Everyone was speechless. What kind of f * cking aesthetic was this?
Wuji gulped and asked Evildoers Run Wild, "Brother Yao, can we not wear this?"
"Yes!" Evildoers Run Wild nodded.
"That's good."
Wuji had just felt relieved when Evildoers Run Wild said, "But I don't have the final say. When the time comes, my dad will bring a group of martial arts legends to watch the competition. If you don't wear it, I can't guarantee your safety."
"I …" Wuji clenched his fists. The Quanzhen members broke down. Martial arts legends … F * ck, they had definitely messed with a tough character.
Right on the heels of that, Evildoers Run Wild added, "Don't even think about escaping. The leader of Swallow Faction is here too. None of you can escape."
"Swallow Faction?" Everyone was stunned. "What's that?"
Yang Na explained, "It's a sect that practices Qinggong. Do you see that we're on the fourth floor? Nothing will happen to them if they jump down."
"Yeah!" Wang Yu echoed. "It's said that their sect's Qinggong has reached the pinnacle. There was once an expert from Swallow Faction who jumped from the thirtieth floor."
"F * ck! Isn't it just acting dumb? We'll go all out! "
Everyone's hearts turned cold. They hurriedly pulled out their uniforms from the box and put them on.
Damn it. Jumping from the thirtieth floor was more than a hundred meters … With this ability, it was basically equivalent to flying in the sky and burrowing into the ground.
After everyone put on their uniforms, Yang Na asked curiously, "Who jumped from the thirtieth floor? Why haven't I heard of it? "
"You're still young. You probably didn't even remember when he fell to his death," Wang Yu said.
Everyone: "…"
After everyone put on their uniforms, Wang Yu asked again, "Where's our team flag?"
"It's here." Evildoers Run Wild grabbed the alley and flipped it over. A dark red flag fell to the ground.
Heng Xing picked up the flag, grabbed one end of it and pulled hard. The retractable flagpole was pulled out from the ground.
Printed on the flag was the infamous battle flag of the Motley Crowd Battle Team – Bull 13.
"Oh my god!"
Wuji rubbed his forehead. He was about to faint. This was a f * cking flag that was designed at the last minute. Everyone had been careless and didn't think that they would need a battle flag to enter the competition. Who would have thought that Wang Yu would be so thoughtful and even get someone to make a battle flag?
The competition was about to start. It was too late to make a battle flag. Wuji decided to just throw caution to the wind and shouted, "Forget it! Since we're embarrassing ourselves, let's just throw it all away. We'll take this battle flag. Let's go. "
"Go go go go go!"
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