Tong Xin was an ordinary young wage slave who hadn’t been out of university for long. He slept later than dogs and woke earlier than chickens, and just like countless others in the sa boat, his daily entertainnt was basically limited to the internet.
Even worse, because he was so exhausted, he had switched to electronic Yang Wei — a euphemism for weariness — and he didn’t even have the energy to play gas. He mostly just read novels and stuff, and as for gas, he watched more highlights or streams by entertainers who goofed around.
It was just as easy to practice martial arts these days, otherwise, he felt he would have dropped dead from sudden death syndro long ago.
"Let’s see what kind of goofy videos there are today." Back ho from work, Tong Xin threw himself onto the sofa, glanced at the delivery rider’s distance, then opened the live streaming platform. After realizing the strears he followed weren’t updating, he sowhat surprisingly switched to the hopage.
"That’s odd, how co all these folks suddenly bailed? Is the site hosting so offline event? Never mind, let’s check out the hopage..."
Muttering to himself, Tong Xin glanced at the hopage and imdiately saw the promotion on the large banner. His expression was slightly wry.
After all, he was a youth of the new era, and he prided himself on being a daily visitor to the major streaming platforms. He knew exactly which kind of strears usually got promoted on such banners, but this ti, the strear being featured was soone he had never heard of.
As his curiosity was getting the better of him and he was about to click in, his phone suddenly rang...
"Hello?"
"Delivery here, please open your window." The voice on the phone was full of vigour, and Tong Xin, used to this kind of thing, opened the window of his eighteenth-floor rented room. As a gust of hot air blew in, he heard the strained voice from downstairs rising up—
"Get ready to catch!"
"Yeah, I’m ready!" Tong Xin mustered his voice-throwing skill. The rider below instantly lifted the package, and with the help of the "Shakyamuni Elephant Throwing Skill," the fast-food box effortlessly soared up to the sixteenth floor, then began to slow down as it reached the seventeenth floor. By the ti it was at his eighteenth-floor window, the package was perfectly tid to start falling.
With quick reflexes, Tong Xin caught the package, checked the packaging to confirm it was "martially deliverable," waved to the rider below, who smiled slightly, picked up the remaining parcels, and sped away using his qinggong.
Tong Xin went back to the living room, clicked on the large banner to enter the live streaming room, and started to unpack his delivery while watching the screen. As it finished loading, the first thing that hit his ears was a blaring bgm.
"No way, they play bgm this loudly on streams now? Do you even know how to stream?"
Tong Xin grumbled discontentedly, but before he could finish, the strear’s voice ca through—
"Ay, this Masked Rider’s kung fu is no good, what’s this, just using brute force? If it were one of us from Yan Country, we’d already be transitioning into a counter-attack set, even those who train in the Golden Bell Shield wouldn’t just rely on having thick skin to take hits like that!"
"What the hell? Masked Rider comntary?" Tong Xin was taken aback for a mont, looking at the Masked Rider on screen getting suppressed by a man in a school uniform wielding a wooden saber. He glanced sardonically at the live room’s na—
"Strears Take You on a Tour of the Eastern Country."
"Is it a travel stream? Are they live streaming Masked Riders in the Eastern Country? But didn’t the Eastern Country already ban filming Masked Riders?"
Muttering to himself, Tong Xin suddenly had a thought. Rembering the last few months with the Millet family’s superpower users and the explosive temper of those warriors from combative nations, could this also be real?
Feeling a bit unsatisfied watching on his phone, he carried his al box over to his room, turned on the computer, adjusted the transparency of the floating comnts, and listened to the strear’s comntary while observing the audience’s reactions—
[Strear, do you even know? Our Golden Bell Shield is all about taking hits head-on! Only cowards dodge and weave!]
[Strear, are you just all talk? If you’re so great, why don’t you show us how it’s done?]
[By the way, what Kaidan is this creature from? Looks pretty cool!]
[How long will these mass-produced guys keep fighting? When is the main Rider going to show up?]
[Is this live stream following a script? And it’s even the top recomndation across the net, how much did you pay for that?]
Although everyone appeared to be just casual onlookers, the strear in the middle of the screen remained incredibly composed. His surroundings were crowded with an audience from the Eastern Country, watching the combat, which made Tong Xin wonder how the population of the Eastern Country could still be so large when they seed so fearless of death.
It was at this mont, the battered mass-produced Masked Rider could no longer hold on. Following a Kasaya Slash from that school-uniford Kaidan, the entire armor completely shattered.
A young man who looked to be no older than twenty was thrown from the explosion, rolled on the ground seven or eight tis, and then struck a classic pose of agony.
[Here it cos, the classic Open Mouth and Close Eyes!]
[Where’s the main Rider? Why hasn’t the main Rider arrived yet?]
[It’s the end of days for the Masked Riders!]
Though the barrage of comnts still looked like that of spectators watching a show, Tong Xin noticed that the number of comnts had started to decrease.
Without a doubt, so people with a discerning eye, just like him, had begun to realize that the Masked Rider who was flung away was probably not an actor.
His injuries were real.
There isn’t so much conveniently tid rescue in real life, if...
"I’m telling you, fighting to the death with Kaidan is basically suicide..."
The strear’s voice, cool as a breeze, floated out from the speakers. Tong Xin frowned slightly. At the sa ti, a good number of comnts started to condemn the strear for only talking a big ga.
Being a keyboard warrior himself, Tong Xin imdiately typed:
[You’re so tough, why don’t you step up!]
Comnts of a similar nature flooded in continuously, but the strear maintained his chatter, refusing to intervene, making Tong Xin itch to teleport to the Eastern Country and pin that school-uniford Kaidan, who seed to have such diocre saber skills, to the ground.
At the sa ti, a thought unavoidably sprang to his mind—
"With such low combat ability of the Eastern Country’s Masked Riders, if I went there, couldn’t I beco a superhero?"
He definitely wasn’t the only one thinking this at the mont. After all, even as Yan Country’s martial arts had beco widely practiced, the job market hadn’t changed much. Many people, even those with martial arts skills, still had to continue with manual labor, hauling sacks since anyone you bumped into on the streets could outfight you.
However, the current situation in the Eastern Country made them realize–
It seems like they don’t fight as fiercely abroad, do they?!
...
In the Eastern Country, Feng Xue provoked the audience’s emotions with a mocking tone while keeping her eyes on the school-uniford Kaidan. As the opponent raised a wooden sword, poised to carry out an attack, she finally took a step forward. The Hermit Power subtly adjusted, and in the next mont, a young man around 1.85 ters tall, wearing casual clothes and carrying a guitar on his back, entered the fra. With one step, he was already in front of the raised wooden sword, easily pinching it between two fingers. At the sa ti, a voice, not too loud but clearly heard by everyone present, echoed—
"Spare those who can be spared. There’s no need to be so ruthless!"
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