Ji Yunâs gaze darkened. âYes, I understand. Investigate thoroughly.â
Fortunately, Si Fuqing was on stage today, and she never hid her temper when it flared.
No one could take advantage of her, not even slightly.
The host remained silent, while the man frowned.
He glanced at the audience, received a covert signal, and then stepped forward. âFine, as an senior of Oracle, Iâll duel with Miss Si. If I lose, please donât mock me.â
Cheers erupted from the audience.
âNINE the God!â
âShow her what youâve got, NINE the God!â
âLet her know who the real top swordsman is!â
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In the VIP section, Yu Tang was furious. âUncle Nine, get up there and kill him! How dare he impersonate Qingqing and cause her to be scolded? Unforgivable!â
Yu Xiheng opened his eyes, glanced at Chen Ying, expressionless.
Chen Ying immediately said, âBrother Nine, Iâve already started investigating. Weâll know soon.â
Whoever was behind this had managed to draw out Zero, which would be quite a notable entry in their record.
Both sides naturally chose swordsmen.
Everyoneâs eyes were glued to the large screen, not daring to blink.
Three, two, one⦠action!
The match began, and Si Fuqing moved.
In less than a second, her combo was complete.
âSlash!â
âBoom!â
Countless sword shadows descended, and a radiant light exploded.
This was a new combo of multiple moves, being used by Si Fuqing for the first time.
An absolute killing move, slaughtering all under heaven.
The title âOne Sword Freezes Fourteen Statesâ was never just an empty moniker.
âCrack!â
The sound of shattering echoed, and before the man could even press a key, his health bar was already at zero.
The swordsman he controlled collapsed instantly, the sword still strapped to his back.
Simultaneously, the screen displayed the APM (Actions Per Minute) of both players.
Blue side: APM 645
Red side: APM 0
ââ¦â
The entire venue fell into a dead silence, with everyone in shock.
Hunter wiped his sweat, glancing respectfully at Si Fuqingâs hand speed.
When she had been teaching him a lesson, she had held back; otherwise, he wouldnât have even managed to press a key.
The impostor hadnât pressed a single key, thus his hand speed was zero.
This was a true one-second kill.
It was brutal.
Really brutal.
Hunter exhaled, feeling a rare sense of satisfaction.
The audience, however, was silent. The previously enthusiastic eSports fans were now in a daze.
NINE the had lost?
And lost so badly?
0 APM?
Even if Si Fuqing was a rising star, she couldnât possibly force NINE the God to this extent.
The man, too, couldnât believe it. His hands trembled as he suddenly stood, intending to leave the stage immediately.
But he couldnât move, his body frozen in place.
âDonât run.â Si Fuqing casually slipped a hand into her pocket and used the other to grip the manâs shoulder. Her tone was nonchalant, âYou havenât answered my question yet. Who told you to impersonate me?â
Before the man could answer, he felt a numbness in his right hand.
In an instant, something fell into Si Fuqingâs hand.
It was a small cheating device designed to boost the userâs APMÂ temporarily, capping at 500.
However, it had severe side effects, potentially damaging the handâs nerves permanently, so few dared to use it.
This type of cheating device had appeared in OPL before and was subsequently banned. Violators faced permanent bans from all Oracle events.
The man wasnât a player and hadnât been scanned by the detection equipment, so he easily brought the device in.
He had anticipated being asked to perform or even duel a professional player on the spot.
But he hadnât expected that even with the cheating device, he couldnât execute a single skill!
What was Si Fuqingâs true APM?
645.
A record even NINE the God had never reached.
Were current eSports players this terrifying?
Cold sweat broke out on the manâs forehead, soaking his back. Every second on stage felt like torture.
âOh, you used this to cheat, no wonder you dared to challenge me.â Si Fuqing fiddled with the black disk, her fox-like eyes smiling, âEven with cheating, you canât beat me. How useless.â
The camera zoomed in, clearly capturing the small cheating device in Si Fuqingâs hand.
[No way! Isnât this the same cheating device the White Bear team used three years ago? They got banned from all competitions after it was discovered.]
[This guy is definitely not NINE the God! He doesnât understand what eSports spirit is!]
[NINE the God might get so old one day that he canât hold a mouse, but heâd never cheat!]
[Whatâs wrong with the host? How could they allow an impostor on stage?]
The objections grew louder and more intense.
âThis isnât some cheating device!â The manâs face turned pale, his palms sweating as he gritted his teeth, âWhat are you trying to do? I lost to you because of my age! At my peak, you couldnât compare!â
âYou say Iâm impersonating you? So, are you actually NINE?â
He had made a mistake, not lost.
Stay calm, he needed to stay calm.
âYouâre stubborn. Fine.â Si Fuqing sat back at the computer, her fingers tapping the keyboard.
The camera followed her movements, capturing her logging out of the max-level account provided by Oracle and logging into a new account.
Once the game screen loaded, she opened the personal panel.
At this moment, everyone could see the information displayed on the screen.
ID: NINE
Level: 180
Class: Swordsman
Current Title:
[One Sword Freezes Fourteen States]
Honor Titles:
[Top Swordsman in the Server]
[First Kill Achiever]
[Supreme Blacksmith]
[Supreme Alchemist]
[Supreme Poison Master]
[All-rounder]
â¦
The list of honor titles seemed endless.
At the bottom, there was a shining, golden mark.
[Holy Legend]!
To obtain the âHoly Legendâ title, one had to clear every dungeon in Oracle on the first try, with no chances to retry.
Additionally, they had to maintain an undefeated record in the ranked matches of the arena.
Currently, only NINE the God and Jiu the God held this title in Oracle.
These two were truly legendary.
Kill had lost twice in the arena, missing this title by a narrow margin.
The âHoly Legendâ title had become the rarest achievement in Oracle, surpassing even god-tier equipment.
This was a personal panel, visible only to the account owner.
Logging in publicly left no room for forgery.
ââ¦â
Silence. Utter silence.
The host and two commentators were wide-eyed, and the VIPs stood up abruptly.
All eyes were on the large screen.
The manâs pupils contracted sharply.
His expression changed completely, now one of sheer terror.
He had only seen Si Fuqing as a rising star with incredible hand speed, never associating her with the word NINE.
So he wouldnât admit it, as long as he didnât admit it, he remained NINE the God.
But nowâ
The real account was displayed for all to see.
No forgery could cover this up.
In the audience, the two middle-aged men turned pale, almost unable to believe the screen.
Wasnât NINE the God supposed to be a thirty-year-old man who never left his house?!
What was going on?
Their plan had been thorough, but they had run into the real deal.
The manâs teeth chattered, his voice squeezing out through clenched teeth, âYou, you areâ¦â
âOh, I know, youâre going to say I borrowed someone elseâs account.â Under the manâs gradually freezing gaze, Si Fuqing smiled slightly, âHow about I call Lightning and Jiu the God here? Everyone on the forum knows the three of us are partners.â
âI can do that, can you?â
The long-silent livestream finally saw a comment.
[Guys, Iâm floored!!!]
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