"What an imposing pre-ga declaration."
The host gave a dry laugh, grabbing a levitating cara, and soared into the sky, "Then, let the finals begin. Unfold the arena!"
The mont the words fell, the entire stadium shook violently. The stands and outer steel structures folded and retracted underground.
The lawn under the feet of the competitors extended rapidly, pulling them far enough apart that they were out of sight of each other.
Not only that, mountains, rivers, and city buildings rose from the ground. The space was far larger than the original stadium.
Skytop Company invested a lot of resources in preparing the competition, naturally hoping the finals would be as intense and exciting as possible, and last as long as possible.
A one-sided crushing match, aside from the team’s fans, no one wants to watch, let alone earn advertisent revenue.
Therefore, they shouldn’t let the competitors et too early but rather place them randomly on the vast map to first engage in duels.
"Wow."
On a lone boat on the sea, a child experiencing this kind of viewing for the first ti let out a pure exclamation,
while his father and grandfather quietly opened their personal panels and chose to switch the comntary background audio on the viewing interface—
Not that the new generation’s official comntary was bad, but both of them, being seasoned players, preferred the familiar voices from early days that had been recorded into AI intelligences.
"A professional comntator must dare to make judgnts! The champion will definitely erge from the six people in[King’s Road]and[RLG], this isn’t just talk."
"What’s this about ’I actually comntated,’ if I’m not comntating, what am I doing?"
"The Lobster stepping into the finals battlefield prays to the gods, and it is four years ago him that responds!"
This felt more like it.
The father and son exchanged smiles, brought out beer and barbecue, comfortably lounged in lazy sofas, ready to enjoy the match.
According to past experience, after the map unfolds, there are at least six or seven minutes of garbage ti...
Before they could formally sit back, the holographic projection in the night sky suddenly focused and zood in, revealing RLG Team’s Brother Shrimp and Lulina.
The two landed in the sa valley at the start, separated by a thousand ters, with only an unobstructed rocky beach in between.
A thousand ters is still so distance for ordinary people. But for Transcendents, it’s like being face to face.
"Oh? Oh! Oh—"
The comntator paused for a mont, exclaiming, "Less than thirty seconds into the start, are we going to see a clash of the titans?"
Lulina reacted instantly, her little boots stomping on the ground as she fell backward.
A dense chain of bullets flew past the top of her head, just a few centiters short of blowing her head off.
Dressed in an RLG team uniform, the Lobster’s face was as calm as water, having earned countless nicknas from fans and critics due to his ID.
When he made critical errors, he was called Soft Legged Shrimp. When opponents had him sweating and asking for bathroom breaks, they called him Wet-Urine Shrimp. With his face turning red, he was the Argentine Red Shrimp.
’I am not Soft Legged Shrimp, I am the highest mountain, the longest river in the rifle world. I am the Hard Leg Crab!’
The Lobster slightly raised his hand, with ripples like water waves in the air behind him, revealing a plethora of firearms.
Sniper rifles, rifles, submachine guns, shotguns, handguns, machine guns...
Hundreds upon thousands of guns hovered in the air, each covered with various stickers symbolizing tournant honors.
With a light tap of his finger, all the firearms roared simultaneously, forming a straight line of tallic storm.
A layer of colorful, egg-shell-shaped glisten surrounded Lulina, with each crack sounding like breaking glass, signifying a Rare Fine Quality defense scroll being consud.
A trace of pain flashed across her face; Trainers are already an extrely costly power system,
Requiring expenditures for magic pet food, dical care, scientific training, even the luxury toys necessary for psychological health.
Not to ntion the necessity of a large supply of protective magic scrolls and high-quality armor to protect the fragile Trainer’s body.
A mission’s earnings shouldn’t be outweighed by expenses, that’s not an appealing scenario.
Images of the Red Driver within the sa guild with her and Bai Jixiong flashed through Lulina’s mind. Their magic pet breeding base had overextended, struggling to manage expenses,
Leading them to try everything from live-streaming sales, exercising, and even teaching to subsidize the family.
Their workload was so intense, they drank iced Aricanos like it was plain water.
Returning her thoughts to the present, she had to finish the fight quickly.
Lulina threw out a series of Spirit Balls with a backhand movent, summoning the Bio Tyrant Army.
Each Tyrant lifted vault-door-thick alloy shields, slamming them into the rocky beach to block the tal bullet chains.
A futile effort.
The Lobster’s face remained expressionless, another curl of his finger, and the sky full of guns rged, sixteen into eight, eight into four, four into two.
The gun calibers also swelled rapidly, transforming from armor-piercing bullets into hollow charge armor-piercing shells.
The mont the armor-piercing bullet hit the vault door, the explosive warhead ignited, lting the shell into a tal stream, trying to penetrate the thick alloy as much as possible.
Under a constant barrage, the vault doors collapsed one by one, and the Bio Tyrant Army fell, their bodies automatically reclaid by Spirit Balls.
But that bit of ti was enough for Lulina to use her fingernail to carve a magnificent pattern in the palm of her hand, a droplet of blood falling on a golden Spirit Ball.
Outside the arena, the official comntator hesitated for a mont and uncertainly said, "We can see Lulina seems to have taken out a Spirit Ball with a peculiar design... Is that a Spirit Ball?"
"The structure looks similar, but the color sche is unfamiliar."
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