Chapter 407: Pre-season

Wang Shun looked at the big screen with snowflakes on the corners of his forehead, and his clenched hands were covered in cold sweat.

The moment Bai Liu pinned Yuan Guang to the corner and raised his whip to kill him, the big screen suddenly turned into a blurred snow screen, accompanied by a system prompt that appeared with a lag.

[System Alert: Due to the presence of a summoned item in the arena that is beyond the capacity of the replica, the system is undergoing full maintenance, and the content in the arena cannot be broadcast on the big screen for the time being.

We apologise for not being able to provide you with a good viewing experience.

From that time until now, the big screen that was supposed to broadcast the match has snowballed all the way to the present.

Russell Cemetery's penchant for fogging up the screen meant that not many spectators were willing to come to the game today, and with this delayed glitch and the climactic mid-season game between the Deer Hunters and the Killer Sequence, half of the already sparse crowd was gone.

Wang Shun's heart was burning and breaking as he surveyed his surroundings and stared at the big screen, his eyes occasionally glancing at Charles, who was watching the big snowflake screen with his cheeks in his hands. .

...... what to do, even if the president wins the other team, Russell Cemetery's meager pool points will certainly not be enough to satisfy Charles ......

That's not as much as Charles spent on Bai Liu's weapon modifications, and most of it is still pool money brought in by their diversions once the tournament started.

Wang Shun, worried and worried, feels sick that he is even worrying about his opponent's pool.

In addition, there is one thing that worries Wang Shun in particular - popularity.

He really underestimated the impact of Russell Cemetery's low popularity and magical tactical style. The audience was basically just the base board they brought in, and even their pool growth was seriously affected by the fact that the opponent's pool was so low that even if they bet on them to win, they wouldn't end up winning much, and there weren't many new spectators betting.

It was clearly a pre-season final and the betting pool wasn't growing at a tenth of the rate of the double-header against the Raging Lambs.

Wang Shun started the tournament optimistically expecting to win the popularity gold medal for the whole team straight away, only to find out after the tournament that he was incredibly naive.

The mid-season is drawing to a close and the top eight positions in the points total are largely locked. All eight teams have performed quite well in the tournament, with astronomically large pools of points in the betting pool, with the two teams, Killer Sequence and Deer Hunters, being even more exaggerated.

Compared to last year, the base of the Killer Sequence pool has doubled seven times, the Deer Hunters have doubled eleven times, and teams such as Golden Dawn and Kings Guild have added new players with impressive performances and looks, attracting a new audience and doubling the base four to six times.

At such a crucial time when the mid-season is coming to an end and the playoffs are about to open, it is almost impossible to see an exodus of popularity towards the pre-season teams, and the bulk of the points circulating in players' hands will surely be eaten up by the top eight teams' betting pools.

To expect a preseason game playing a low popularity team to suck up popularity is ...... so stupid.

Wang Shun smiled bitterly, he was in too much of a hurry.

He couldn't even sleep well at the thought that he was about to face these monsters, fully equipped and superbly powerful, as if favoured by the gods, and that they didn't have a death warrant.

As Wang Shun sighed and looked down at himself in introspection, there was a sudden commotion from the audience behind him and they began to exchange words.

"The screens over at the mid-season tournament have suddenly started to be maintained too ......"

"WTF?! What happened to the league this year, the big screen rarely went wrong before except when we ran into bugs."

"Who's playing over there in the mid-season now?"

"Killer Sequence and Deer Hunter, halfway through the fight suddenly blacked out, saying that a player on the field had used a rules skill to force compatibility with multiple copies, the system couldn't load the screen properly and was being maintained, and the audience over there had exploded, all crazy, and were going at it."

Wang Shun's gaze was piqued as he sensed a possible connection between the black screen over there and the snowy screen over here, and opened the system panel to look up information on the mid-season tournament.

As a result, as soon as he opened the system panel, he saw a blood-red headline crash out.

[Grass! The results are in and I lost the bet! The killer sequence won! Shit! How could this be!

At the same time Wang Shun heard a mechanical system beep in his ears.

[System alert: Game over.]

Wang Shun jerked his head up to look at the big screen, and the next moment his breath stopped.

[The (Roving Circus) vs (Russell Cemetery) match is over.

[Congratulations to the (Russell Cemetery) team for winning the tournament.

The people of Russell Cemetery were frozen for a long time before looking at each other in disbelief, hugging each other with tears of joy and howling.

"The President has won!"

"I almost thought Xiao Guang and Qian Qian were going to die!"

"President he didn't lie to us! He said he would bring us back alive!"

The snowy screen reverted to darkness and figures slowly appeared on either side of the screen.

The crowd at Russell Cemetery rushed to greet Yuan Guang and Shi Qian as they emerged bewildered, embraced by the crowd and then lifted up into the air, cheering and weeping and wishing.

On the other side came the bruised and battered Mu Sicheng, Muke, Tang Erda and Liu Jiayi, who did not say a word, Bai Liu walking last.

Wang Shun rushed up in surprise, his mind still blank after seeing the result, and the first thing he asked when he saw Bai Liu was, "How did you lose?"

Bai Liu raised his eyes to look at Wang Shun for a moment, as if to open his mouth to say something, but before he could, his eyelids dropped and his body collapsed towards the ground as if he had exhausted his last ounce of energy.

" Bai Liu!!!"

"President!!!"

The shouts of panic from the other side and the laughter of those on the other side mingle in his ears as Yuan Guang's pupils reflect the slow fall of Bai Liu, thrown up by the laughing team.

The memories that had become blurred after the use of that skill were slowly becoming clear in Yuan Guang's aching brain.

His palms curled slightly, the texture of paper from whatever was shoving land certificates into his hands, and the heartbreaking cry of a little girl, " Bai Liu --"

Yuan Guang comes to mind.

He looked in awe at the young man who had fallen into the arms of a bruised Tang Erda, dressed in a bloodstained white shirt, his shoulder blades so thin you could see through them, standing calmly as the man smiled and raised his gun to him and asked: kill Yuan Guang and Shi Qian, or kill your team members, choosing no one.

Before the game ended, Yuan Guang remembers falling to the ground and seeing, in the background of the dissipating ruins of the game, the young man, who looked exactly like this young man, but more mature, smiling, approaching him and saying to him.

[One day, he will come to me of his own accord].

The man looked down at Yuan Guang, who was lying on the ground, as if in pity, with a smile on his lips.

[After all, in this world, it's a big, big price to pay for a natural bad guy like him to try to be good].

Yuan Guang tumbled violently from the palm that held him up, rolled to the ground, stood up to the surprise of all, then stumbled and stumbled towards Bai Liu, who had fallen to the ground.

He remembered.

Yuan Guang's eyes turned red, he gasped and opened his mouth wide as the name rolled down his throat.

The man bowed his head and smiled as he whispered in his ear, [Do you know why?

[For God did not want to see him as a good man].

" Bai Liu ---!!!"

Mid-season viewing pool.

The black screen reads.

[The (Killer Sequence) vs (Deer Hunter) match is over.]

[Congratulations to the (Killer Sequence) team for winning the tournament].

On each side of the big screen came out the Deer Hunter and Killer sequence players.

Cen Buming took a slow, grim-faced step from behind the screen, looking like he was in a bad mood, but Daniel seemed unaffected by the loss, still cheeky and smiling lazily.

The overall atmosphere of the killer sequence on the other side that won the game looked quite relaxed.

Bai Yi crossed her arms and pointed at Spades and the Reverse God, "What the hell did you guys do? Even if you suddenly disappeared from the field, you didn't even tell us about the strange skills you unleashed.

Bai Jiamu, who is always surprised by these things, frowned in a rare way: "If it's a tactic, shouldn't we have been informed in advance?"

Liao Ke was always smiling and joking: "Anyway, if you win, it means the tactics are fine, don't you think so, Reverse God?"

The three of them turned to look at the gods and Spades, who had been walking at the end of the line, almost motionless since they had logged out of the game.

Liao Ke was the first to notice that something was wrong and he stepped forward and carefully tapped the two men on the shoulder: "Against the gods? Spades ?"

The bodies of the God of Reverse and Spades fell through the gap in the big screen as if they were unconscious.

Liao Ke was quick to stop the Reverse God's chest with an open hand and Bai Jiamu braced himself against Spades' body.

His shoulders sagged from the unreserved weight of Spades' body, and he realized something with a jolt, his face instantly hardening, his mouth still barely joking, "Hey?! You two don't have to play dead when you get a couple of scoldings, do you?!"

The Reverse God's body slowly became transparent from his shoulders, and frost grew quickly from where Spades was pressing against Bai Jiamu's shoulders, making him as cold as a lump of ice, so cold that Bai Jiamu had to put him on the ground.

Bai Yi looked at the situation and froze in place, "What's going on?"

Liao Ke, the only one who managed to remain calm, had a dark look on his face: "You move Spades back to the warehouse of the killer sequence, hand over to the Golden Dawn people and don't let anyone touch him at this time."

"I'll take care of it here with the Reverse God."

Bai Yi finally panicked as he looked at the Reverse God, whose silhouette had faded to a shadow: "What's wrong with the Reverse God and Spades?

" Spades this side will have to be observed again, his situation is special, I am not sure for the time being." Liao Ke took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down, clenching his fist in his hand, "Reverse God's side ...... he should have brought out his serious injuries from the game, traumatized to an unconscious state that's why he automatically logged out of the game."

"It should ...... be okay."

Liao Ke looks towards the vanished body of the Reverse God, his eyes sinking to the bottom.

If you die here, your wife is sure to remarry, Captain.

This is the last world line where you could potentially be with her.