At Dumb Little Sister’s ho, after enjoying a al of Hunan specialty dishes, Jiang Siming accompanied the four girls in the afternoon to Xujiahui to purchase live-streaming equipnt for Tuantuan. Experience more content on
In the evening, Jiang Siming finally arrived at the familiar esports arena.
Today was the last match of the group stage.
Although 4AM had already secured their spot for advancent, even if they scored zero points in this round, they would easily advance.
However, Jiang Siming still actively participated, which made Wei Shen and the others feel gratified. Old Jiang still cared about them and wanted to stand shoulder to shoulder with them in battle—it was touching.
Of course, if Wei Shen and the others knew the real reason Jiang Siming participated, they might have had different feelings.
"After today’s match, the elimination rounds won’t start for another half month. Once the elimination rounds are over and the finals are finished, we’ll be heading abroad for another tournant. This ti the World Championship is in Korea—Old Jiang, that’s your motherland," Wei Shen joked with Jiang Siming.
"Brother Jiang speaks Korean fluently. We won’t even need a translator when we go to Korea," Xiao Xingmu said with a laugh.
Wei Shen retorted, "We still need one because you never know when Old Jiang might sneak off to et Yoona. Then it’ll be just us n sitting around in the hotel doing nothing."
"True, true. We definitely need a translator," Xiao Xingmu quickly changed his stance, finding the reasoning convincing.
Jiang Siming didn’t bother with their teasing. He was in a great mood, thinking that with so many tournants to play, his shards would continue to accumulate, and the treasures he gained would grow more abundant.
"Dear viewers, welco to the final round of the PCL group stage. Today, Groups A and B will determine their top six teams to advance to the elimination stage," the three casters on stage began their enthusiastic opening.
It seed Qianyi had gone ho today and wasn’t present. In her place was another comntator, Feng Zhen, who was also a beauty.
"This match, aside from 4AM, which has already secured advancent, the scores of the other teams in the top six are very close. Even lower-ranked teams still have a chance to make a coback and advance if they perform well this round," male comntator Zhou Yi said.
"Indeed, 4AM’s group stage points are unbeatable. Qianyi isn’t here this ti, so there’s one less Jiang Siming fan. Feng Zhen, are you a fan of Jiang Siming?" Xiao Xiong teasingly asked Feng Zhen.
Without hesitation, Feng Zhen replied, "Of course, I’m a devoted Jiang Siming fan!"
The male viewers could only shake their heads and sigh upon hearing this. As expected, all the beautiful female PUBG comntators seed to have fallen under Jiang Siming’s spell.
In fact, Xiao Xiong was also a fan, but she hid it very well.
Amid the three casters’ analysis and banter, the last match of the group stage began on ti!
This ti, SJ’s lineup was missing Gu Cun, replaced by a substitute player.
Gu Cun had been banned for ten matches, essentially ruling him out of this PCL season.
With SJ’s dismal score, even putting in a substitute seed to indicate that the coach and club had given up hope, letting them play without pressure.
This match was set on the Erangel map.
Jiang Siming was eagerly looking forward to the China-thed map that Bluehole planned to release this year. Rumor had it that it wouldn’t be a small map like Sanhok or Vikendi but a large 8x8 map like Erangel and Miramar.
An 8x8 map could very well be included in tournant rotations. In the future, Chinese teams could compete on their ho turf, which was an exciting prospect.
With no real pressure in this match, 4AM’s players decided to forgo their usual steady playstyle.
"This round, let’s each play solo and practice our individual skills. We can’t let Old Jiang hog all the spotlight every ti. But rember, whether you shine or embarrass yourselves is entirely up to you. Anyway, I’m jumping first. The bunker is mine, so stay away," Wei Shen announced before parachuting down.
"Damn, Captain, you’re so sneaky. I was planning to land there!" Xingmu and Aluka regretted not jumping sooner.
The bunker usually wasn’t contested during matches. It was too small to sustain a full team but could easily provide for one or two players.
No choice, Aluka and Xingmu had to mark small, remote loot spots for themselves. They didn’t dare head to the bigger cities, as those usually had one or two teams landing there, and they didn’t have Jiang Siming’s confidence or skill to handle such situations.
Jiang Siming glanced at the map and ultimately chose Pochinki. His main reason? It seed like quite a few players were landing there, so he decided to jump as well. However, upon landing, he realized there was only one team.
And who could this team be? Jiang Siming didn’t even need a hacking tool to figure it out—it had to be Team 17. Team 17’s habit of always landing in Pochinki on Erangel was practically their tradition.
Although they were an allied team, Jiang Siming had no intention of leaving. After all, Team 17’s score was already high. Even if they got wiped out right after landing, they would still remain in the top six, likely dropping only to fifth or sixth place. Their current rank was third, and the chances of them falling out of the top six were almost nonexistent.
As Jiang Siming deployed his parachute alongside them, 17shou imdiately guessed that it must be him.
"This guy Jiang Siming isn’t giving us any breathing room. He’s chased us all the way to Pochinki," 17shou remarked with a bitter smile.
"Should we leave? No point fighting this monster; we’ll definitely lose," Da Jing said, already admitting defeat before the fight even began.
It was understandable. When faced with a super player who always erged victorious, you’d naturally want to avoid provoking him. Many teams had already fallen prey to Jiang Siming—Team 17 didn’t want to be the next.
"Leave? No way. This is our ho base. Retreating now would be humiliating. We have to defend the pride of being the kings of Pochinki! Besides, even if we lose this round, we’re almost guaranteed to stay in the top six. Let’s fight with confidence! We know Pochinki better than anyone. This ti, we’ll use the terrain to our advantage and take him down!" 17shou declared with determination.
Team 17 had played countless matches in Pochinki and knew the city like the back of their hands. They believed that, with four players, they might actually stand a chance against Jiang Siming.
Upon landing, Jiang Siming chose the high ground of the church on the edge of Pochinki. He was well aware that Team 17 excelled in urban combat. If he failed to pick up a weapon and got pinned down by their positioning, he’d have no way out.
The best strategy was to gear up at the outskirts and try to eliminate one or two of them first.
This was the final match of the group stage, and Jiang Siming didn’t want to stumble here—he was still aiming to collect more shards.
Landing precisely on the church rooftop, Jiang Siming activated his equipnt-sensing skill and imdiately knew the exact locations of all the gear in the church: a level 1 vest, a level 1 helt, and a newly introduced submachine gun—the Bizon!
The Bizon was an impressive weapon with 53 rounds per magazine, making it a powerhouse. Many players disliked it, thinking its damage was too low. But it was a hidden gem among SMGs—huge ammo capacity, virtually no recoil, faster fire rate than the UMP9, and on par with the Thompson in terms of rate of fire. Plus, its damage was respectable at 35 per shot.
Jiang Siming was particularly satisfied with its large magazine capacity.
Since there was no sniper rifle available, Jiang Siming gave up on the idea of sniping from a distance. Instead, he boldly descended from the church and dashed into the city, gun in hand.
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