Chapter 952: Chapter 952: Provoke, Absolute Suppression From NINE The God (2)

The second match began, and the atmosphere in the backstage lounge was tense.

“The Western Deities team has dominated OPL for too long,” the captain of the Storm team shook his head and sighed, “We can’t win a single game against them.”

Both the individual and team matches were complete losses.

They had embarrassed the Great Xia Empire.

“Look on the bright side, at least we played seriously and didn’t give up. I think we did great.” The young man’s eyes suddenly lit up, “Hey, Captain, my goddess is here! I’m going to get an autograph. Do you want one?”

Hearing this, the members of the Storm team all looked up.

Si Fuqing’s arrival surprised them.

“Goddess!” The young man immediately stood up, “Can I have an autographed photo?”

“Sure,” Si Fuqing took out a signed photo she always carried, raising an eyebrow, “I watched your match. Relax, and don’t be discouraged. I’ll get even for you.”

Her fans were under her protection, after all. If she did not protect them, who else will?

Get even?

This statement left the team members momentarily stunned.

“Goddess, don’t be rash, your hand isn’t fully healed yet,” the young man said nervously, “The Western Deities team is the undefeated champion. We just had bad luck meeting them in the first round. I hope the Five States team can replace us in the top four!”

As for the top three, that goal seemed too far-fetched for them to consider.

“Indeed, unlucky,” Si Fuqing said, rubbing her wrist, “If you hadn’t met them in the first round, I would have had to find another way to get even for you. What a hassle.”

“Goddess, how’s your hand?” the young man asked with concern, “Can you really play? Don’t push yourself, and don’t mind what people say online.”

“Don’t worry, it’s fine,” Si Fuqing replied, “Isn’t Hunter streaming tonight?”

The young man answered instinctively, “Yes, he usually starts at 7:30 PM, and he has a lot of viewers.”

“Got it,” Si Fuqing nodded, waving lazily, “See you later.”

The young man was overjoyed, holding the signed photo.

**

At 7:25 PM, Si Fuqing sat in front of her computer and logged into “Oracle”.

She used her main account.

Yu Xiheng, sitting beside her, raised an eyebrow, “Getting even?”

“Of course,” Si Fuqing clicked her tongue, “I promised to protect them, and Hunter has really annoyed me.”

Yu Xiheng nodded. After a few seconds, he smiled and asked slowly, “Lady, I’m also your fan. Will you protect me too?”

His voice was soothing and cool, stirring the heartstrings bit by bit.

Si Fuqing paused, “Ah… Of course, of course I will!”

Yu Xiheng hummed in response, his smile deepening, “How will you protect me?”

“Get away from me first,” Si Fuqing covered her ears, “Damn it! You’re forbidden from using your voice to distract me while I’m gaming, you black-hearted monster!”

How could she deal with others like this?

Yu Xiheng raised an eyebrow but remained silent, just watching her.

Si Fuqing moved her chair half a meter away, then clicked to start the match. She leaned back in her chair, opened a bottle of cola, and waited quietly for her opponent.

At this time, Hunter was also streaming in his training room.

He used a global streaming platform, with his stream drawing an audience of 170 million.

Hunter entered the arena as usual, looking for players to battle.

The live chat was as lively as ever, but suddenly it exploded with activity.

[!!! I just saw who? Pinch me, am I seeing things?]

[Holy crap! Did he match with NINE the God randomly?!]

[OMG, NINE the God is really in Eastern Mulberry! Has anyone seen him in person?]

[Could he have been in the audience this afternoon? Damn it! I was too focused on the game to notice anyone suspicious godly around me!]

[Didn’t the forum deduce NINE the God’s details? Around thirty, male, probably not fashionable. Too bad there’s no Great Xia match tomorrow, he might not be in the audience.]

This OPL tournament had the largest audience ever. The Eastern Mulberry organizers had set the venue in Kinto’s largest arena, selling out tickets wave after wave, making the organizers beam with joy.

NINE the God alone boosted the economy of Oracle, and Si Fuqing received dividends from Ji Yun.

Oracle had three major regions.

The Great Xia Region, Western Continent Region, and Eastern Mulberry Region.

The arena’s random matches usually paired players from the same region.

This meant NINE the God was already in Eastern Mulberry.

The live chat erupted with excitement, ignoring that it was Hunter’s stream, flooding it with “NINE the God is invincible” comments.

In esports, strength was paramount.

Not only in Great Xia but also in the Western Continent and Eastern Mulberry, NINE the God had many admirers.

This was the first time NINE the God appeared in the arena under public scrutiny.

Hunter’s face darkened, nearly turning black.

He gripped his mouse tightly, sneering, “Just because you’re good at dungeons doesn’t mean you’re also great at PvP.”

The monsters in the game followed preset patterns, but real players could adapt on the fly.

Since he matched with NINE, he was determined to defeat him!

The loading bar completed, and the characters they controlled appeared on the screen.

Hunter still used the demon hunter, his signature character.

He was the top demon hunter in the server.

Facing the demon hunter was a man in white, carrying a heavy sword on his back.

[Ahhh, the swordsman! One Sword Freezes Fourteen States!]

[So cool, so cool. If I can’t marry NINE the God in this life, what’s the point?]

[Even if I can’t marry NINE the God, NINE the God can marry Jiu the God. Please fulfill my wish.]

[Hey! Ships can sail both ways, Jiu the God can marry NINE the God.]

The demon hunter was a class belonged to the Western faction, while the swordsman was Eastern.

Oracle’s global success was due to its diverse classes, incorporating both Eastern and Western elements, giving players a strong sense of immersion.

The excitement of OPL lay in the clash of Eastern and Western factions.

The top swordsman versus the top demon hunter, who would win?

The audience was thrilled, eyes glued to the screen, ready to record the match for replay.

As soon as the system voice said “Action,” Hunter launched his attack.

The white-robed swordsman moved too, seemingly teleporting.

Before the audience could watch for a few seconds, a loud explosion was heard.

“Bang!”

The massive figure of the demon hunter collapsed onto the ground.

The screen flashed the word “Defeat.”

“Damn it!” Hunter pounded his desk.

He hadn’t even seen how the swordsman dodged his attack and drew the heavy sword to kill his character.

What kind of APM was that?

Was it even humanly possible?

It wasn’t a duel but a one-sided slaughter.

Hunter had fought Kill many times but had never been crushed like this.

An unprecedented humiliation.

And it was witnessed by his live audience!

If he had known he’d match with NINE the God, he wouldn’t have started the stream.

Hunter’s face turned red with anger. He tried to exit, but couldn’t leave the arena because NINE the God hadn’t exited either.

Only the winning player could decide to end the battle; otherwise, the fight would continue.

Hunter’s face turned even uglier.

Once wasn’t enough; NINE wanted to keep killing him?

As Hunter was about to shut down the stream, the white-robed swordsman moved again.

This time he didn’t attack but instead displayed a message above his head.

[Current][NINE]: Is that all?n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Hunter froze, then felt a surge of extreme humiliation, his hands trembling.

Half a second later, his screen was filled with two words.

The opponent had obviously used a special item.

The 170 million viewers worldwide also saw the word.

[Current][NINE]: Trash.