"I didn't expect you to be so good when you're serious …" Laughing Soul gave Xiao Tan a compliment.
"Hmm, especially that last part where you sacrificed your advantage to make the final move, it made someone's heart race." Feng Bujue smirked and pointed at Laughing Soul. "Acting cool is more important than winning. That's the truth."
"Guild leader … don't make up stories that don't exist. It's easy to cause misunderstandings." Laughing Soul narrowed her eyes and gave her Brother Jue a side glance.
"I saw it too." Passing Rain betrayed her cousin without hesitation.
"Cousin!" Laughing Soul's cheeks instantly blushed, and she complained in a complaining tone.
Xiao Tan only smiled awkwardly and did not say anything. He was a kind person and usually wouldn't do things that would take a mile when given an inch.
Feng Bujue knew when to stop, so he changed the topic. "Then … since you've entered the winner's group, if there are no accidents, you won't have any matches for the next two days. Furthermore, your continuous overtime has ended. You should be able to level up during your rest day, right? "
"Hmm … I hope so too," Xiao Tan said. "But … that victory earlier does not guarantee that I'll advance to the second round. What if my result is the last 120 in the winner's group? Won't I still have to fight in the play-off round? "
"Have some confidence in yourself. You have forty-two wins," Laughing Soul encouraged. "There are 1,500 people in the winner's group, and only eight percent of them need to fight in the play-off round. You always think too highly of others. Actually, most of them only advance after fighting fifty matches, and those who win more than forty-five matches can be counted on one hand. Therefore, your result is obviously higher than the average."
"Is … is that so?" Xiao Tan scratched his head.
"Of course." Feng Bujue added. "Based on her tone, she must have done her research. She must have read a lot of posts on the forum and come up with an analysis based on the name list." He paused for a moment. "According to this detective's intuition and experience, for you to be so concerned about someone, you must be up to no good …"
"Aren't you an artist, a literary giant?" Laughing Soul interrupted him with annoyance. "You've changed your profession again!"
"Hmph … When necessary, I can become all kinds of people and do all kinds of things." Feng Bujue replied arrogantly, "I have a lot of hidden identities. A few hours ago, I saved Earth from the clutches of the Martians."
"You only ate some octopus after dinner …" Xiao Tan knew him best. It was obvious that Brother Jue had used this trick more than once.
"Hmm …" Feng Bujue pursed his lips and changed the topic. "Well … It's getting late. Let's go queue up for a party dungeon. If we want to go further in the Tournament for the Best, Xiao Tan's Sorcery level needs to be improved."
"Tsk … Don't you care about Xiao Tan too? You're always making fun of me …" Laughing Soul grumbled softly.
Xiao Tan was closest to her, so he heard her clearly. He leaned in to whisper into her ear, "Well … there should be something."
Laughing Soul rolled her eyes at him. "What is there?"
"Hehe …" Xiao Tan chuckled but did not answer.
"Do you believe that I'll log off now, drive to your house in fifteen minutes, break down the door, pull you out of the gaming hub, and suffocate you with a pillow?" Laughing Soul said the whole sentence in one breath.
"Okay, okay, no, no." Xiao Tan still gave in to her. "Fine, fine. I'm afraid of you …"
…
At the same time, in the game market …
On the main screen, the two casters had just finished a battle — Enigma of the Heavens versus Vishnu.
This was a battle between the sixth and seventh place on the combat stat ranking.
In the end, Enigma of the Heavens, Enigma of the Heavens, successfully defeated the number two character of Brahman and sent Vishnu into the playoffs.
While the audience was still discussing this battle, the livestream of another match was switched to the main screen.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back," Commentator A said. "I am Commentator Pan Feng."
Commentator B added, "I am Commentator Hwa Xiong."
Pan Feng said, "That battle earlier was truly heart-wrenching. It left me wishing for more."
Hwa Xiong said, "However, tonight's livestream is not over yet. Currently, there are still many matches between players that have not been decided. Now, please gather your emotions and join us in another ongoing battle. "
The two game managers did not show up on screen, so the players could only hear their voices.
By then, the scene on the main screen had switched to the scenario map.
The images of the competition were naturally shot by the system. The camera was usually shot from a high vantage point. The camera would zoom in and out from time to time, and it would even shake. The lighting effects were also used to simulate the real scene. Strong light, darkness, dust, water splashes, and so on would all affect the broadcast images.
In terms of sound, it was a 360-degree surround sound; there would not be the sound of a microphone. If the two parties conversed, as long as they were loud and clear, it would be broadcasted. Of course, whispers would not be recorded.
"In the first round, only Enigma of the Heavens and Vishnu have encountered each other in the combat stat ranking. Looks like these two are not that lucky," Hwa Xiong said. Hwa Xiong continued from where he left off. "The other high-ranking players have won one after another, and the one who is still fighting is this … Zen Dream."
Pan Feng added, "I believe most of the players are familiar with Meng Jingchan. He is one of the top four players in Regulation's' Drunken Dream ', a superstar player among the professional players." He paused. "However, I believe most of you are not familiar with his opponent. Let me give you a brief introduction … This Contestant Long Aomin belongs to the guild 'Blades'. His level is the same as Meng Jingchan, level thirty-seven, and his title is … Berserk Shield. "
Hwa Xiong continued, "Like everyone else, we have just seen the livestream. From the current situation, it looks like Meng Jingchan has the upper hand and is suppressing Long Aomin. " His tone changed slightly. "Looks like this match is coming to an end. It is indeed the side with the higher combat rating …"
Pan Feng suddenly interrupted his partner. "Wait! Everyone, please take a look! Contestant Long Aomin's body is suddenly surrounded by golden energy. He has started his counterattack! Is he going to give up on defense and fight to the death? "
Hwa Xiong added, "Contestant Meng Jingchan has also used a powerful skill to suppress Long Aomin. From the special effect, you can tell how powerful this skill is. This is no doubt a sure-kill skill! Oh! The attack is ineffective! Contestant Long Aomin has found himself in a very advantageous position! "
The two of them spoke quickly, but the two players in the livestream fought even faster.
The sound of clanging was the symphony of sword and shield.
The rumbling was the chorus of speed and strength.
Inside the scenario, Brother Long, who was surrounded by a golden glow, had reached Meng Jingchan. At that moment, the latter, whose Stamina Points had reached zero, was a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
Perhaps from the perspective of others, it was Meng Jingchan who was suppressing Long Aomin, but in reality, Meng Jingchan was the one who was forced into a passive position. The reason he kept attacking was because he had no other choice.
From the start of the scenario until now, Meng Jingchan had not been able to break through Long Aomin's defense system. When his stamina was almost depleted, Brother Long activated the ability of his title, and with a spurt of energy, he launched a decisive counterattack.
"Haha … Who would have thought that I would lose here …" Meng Jingchan saw that the situation was hopeless, so he collapsed to the ground and mumbled with a bitter smile.
Long Aomin was an open-minded person. He would not purposely make things difficult for his opponent. "Your fast sword ran into my slow shield, so I can only blame it on your bad luck. In any case, with your ability, the play-off shouldn't be able to stop you, right? "
"Who knows …" Meng Jingchan smiled. "Don't underestimate me. Our studio has certain requirements for my results … Haha … The pressure is going to be huge."
"Then, good luck," Long Aomin said as he launched the final attack.
Meng Jingchan shrugged. "Same here …"
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