The Ice Armor shattered, and the longsword pierced through.
Yu iling shuddered, a hint of helplessness in her eyes, as her body slowly fell backward and dissolved into light and shadow.
"Wow!"
"We won!"
"The Sword Immortal is invincible!"
The comntators and the audience were extrely excited, as tens of thousands of people at the scene were thrilled, with the opening match of the curtain-raiser being so intense.
"The Sword Immortal seems even stronger."
"I think so too," many people noticed, "In previous encounters with the Ice Fire Queen, although the Sword Immortal always won, it was never this easy."
A retired mutant competitor at the comntator’s desk, in sync with the screen replay, remarked, "The Sword Immortal’s martial arts and spiritual energy have clearly made significant progress during the off-season, with better timing. This bout was clean and decisive, leaving no chances for the Ice Fire Queen."
"It seems the fans of the Emperor Star Team can rest easy," another comntator smiled, "Falling in love hasn’t affected the Sword Immortal’s performance."
At the ntion of this, the joy on many spectators’ faces slightly diminished.
In the competition, everyone has only one life.
The Skywalker Team suffered a two-man loss right at the start, including one who was an absolute core, making the chances of a turnaround for the remaining three extrely slim.
But they didn’t give up.
However, reality does not cater to willpower; the Emperor Star Team didn’t give any opportunities.
Zhao Manying continued to search for another two rounds, and after a few minutes, finally found the other three opponents. Instead of rushing to attack, she harassed them continuously, applying pressure, and after twenty minutes when her teammates had gathered resources and weapon equipnt, all five converged, surrounded the opponent, and easily took them down.
The Emperor Star Team won the first match.
Each regular ga in the Super League is played as a best-of-five series.
There’s a fifteen-minute break between each ga for coaches to adjust tactics and for the mutant competitors to recover their mindset, while the broadcaster runs so ads. In the anti, there’s a show in the middle of the arena, with celebrity singers invited to perform for the audience.
In the following second ga, which took place in another Spirit Realm World, the Emperor Star Team won again, reaching match point.
The third ga was a position attack and defense battle.
Under imnse pressure, the Skywalker Team perford outstandingly, seizing the tactical missteps of the Emperor Star Team, and pulled back one ga.
The match was extrely exciting.
Ji Xinghuo and his brothers and sisters were all caught up in the fervent atmosphere, imrsed in the match, cheering nonstop for Zhao Manying.
During the mid-ga break before the fourth match, the mutant competitors and coaches retreated to the locker room to study and devise tactics.
However, one competitor from each side stayed behind.
The host announced loudly, "Ladies and gentlen in the audience, next up is our virtual exhibition match! Now, please have the eight audience mbers who drew lots co up to the stage to form two teams with the mutant competitors, entering the virtual platform for a tid battle. The four winning audience mbers will each receive a one-million Ya Yuan prize."
The stands imdiately beca animated.
Those who could co to the scene were hardcore fans of the league, most of whom had played on the virtual platform.
Most people wanted to go on stage, first to be up close and personal with the mutant competitors, forming a team, and second, there was a prize for winning.
"The first one, Seat 8 in Row 15 of the Dingchen District."
The cara on the big screen imdiately focused on the selected seat, as an excited audience mber stood up and ran toward the center of the arena.
"The second one, Seat 11 in Row 29 of the Genghai District."
"The third one..."
One after another, audience mbers were randomly selected, rushing to the arena and alternately entering the login halls designated for the ho and away teams.
"The eighth one, Seat 5 in Row 2 of the Jiachou District."
Ji Xinghuo’s face showed shock; this was his own seat number.
He looked up to see that the big screen was showing his area and also himself. However, due to privacy settings, even in a live broadcast, his face was protected and replaced with a default one.
The people around him all looked over.
"Please co up to the stage quickly, we’re short on ti," the host urged.
But Ji Xinghuo hesitated, thinking it was too much of a coincidence.
Out of over three hundred thousand live spectators, randomly eight were chosen and it just so happened to be him. He knew that aside from Wanxiang Star Pupil, his luck had never been good in his life; he had never won even a small prize, no matter how trivial.
"Hurry up, brother, what are you spacing out for?" an envious spectator next to him yelled.
"If you don’t go, give the chance to soone else."
Liangqiu Feiyan excitedly persuaded, "Third Brother, go quickly! Your chance for fa is here, let those people see what a true genius is!"
Ye Dongyun noticed Ji Xinghuo’s hesitation and asked softly, "Third Brother, is there a problem?"
"Otherwise, give up the opportunity," Zhong Ming guessed sothing.
"It’s nothing."
All of a sudden, Ji Xinghuo took out his phone and pressed it, then stood up from his seat, stepping down from the audience section under the gaze of millions of viewers.
His seat was right next to the entrance aisle, only a few ters away from the transparent glass-built login pavilion. He quickly entered, went up to the platform, and joined the other three selected spectators, standing next to the mbers of the Emperor Star Team who would be their teammates.
Such virtual performance competitions usually involve the most popular competitive mutants from the teams.
The Emperor Star Team, however, was an exception.
Zhao Manying hardly ever participated in the performance competitions, so the task fell to the second most popular competitive mutant in the team, Shi Renzhong.
He was more than willing to take part, as it would increase his exposure.
At the mont, three spectators were very excited.
All die-hard fans of the Emperor Star Team, they were thrilled to be able to team up and battle with the owner of Emperor Star, the "Martial King" Shi Renzhong, even though they couldn’t get close to Zhao Manying.
"Welco!"
Shi Renzhong shook hands with each spectator one by one, smiling heartily without any pretense.
As his gaze swept over the four people, he paused when he saw Ji Xinghuo, who entered last, a hint of surprise in his eyes. Ji Xinghuo’s deanor was clearly different from the first three; his expression was as calm as ever, and he had weapons with him, clearly marking him as a mutant.
Staff mbers on the stage also cast their gaze at Ji Xinghuo, noting his distinctiveness.
"Are you a mutant, too?" Shi Renzhong asked, noting that among the three other spectators, there was also a mutant, but only primary level.
Ji Xinghuo nodded.
"Even better, our team will have three mutants, making us stronger overall," Shi Renzhong didn’t ask further, saying quickly: "Enter the virtual arena, just follow my commands, and I will help you win the match and the prize money."
"Okay, we’ll all listen to the Martial King," the other three hurriedly agreed.
A staff mber responsible for the live performance ca up and said, "Everyone, please get into the virtual cabins now; the competition is about to start."
Opening the Spirit Realm World was costly, so the performance competition used a virtual platform.
The three spectators quickly lay down in the virtual cabins.
Ji Xinghuo also approached a virtual cabin, about to lie down when he suddenly pulled out the Iron Hamr concealed beneath his coat and opened fire on a staff mber standing a few ters away.
Bang!
The person’s head exploded instantly.
This scene caused screams from the audience seats, and billions watching the live broadcast were stunned, unable to react.
But in the next second, sothing even more shocking happened.
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