Chapter 143

Yo, isn't that my Dao-ge?

Li Ang's eyes lit up. He found a seat in the front row and settled in to watch.

The Sky Arena had only been open for a few days, and the contestants on the first floor weren't necessarily weaklings. They could just be players who had just started climbing the tower.

Therefore, quite a few people came to watch.

Below the square arena were staff members in charge of live broadcasting, and on the platforms high above the arena, two commentators in suits were explaining the situation—these people were all members of the Watchers organization, and they were quite professional in running the event broadcasts.

Buzz—

The four liquid crystal screens forming a matrix above the arena lit up simultaneously, and the images of the two commentators appeared on the screen.

A burly blond man wearing a purple vest, blue suit, and black and white top hat said in a magnetic voice, "Hello, everyone. A good commentator is me, and I am a good commentator. Robert E. O. Speedwagon."

"I'm Chicken Seller, Avdol."

An Egyptian strongman, equally burly, with dark skin and a short, braided hairstyle, said in heavily accented English, "We're still here today to provide commentary for everyone!"

Damn, where did they find such accurate cosplayers? They're really famous commentators!

Li Ang looked at the two commentators on the large LCD screen, and the corner of his eye twitched.

I have to say, the cosmetic surgery industry in the Killing Game is really advanced. They can create any appearance, and after they're done, they can restore the original look.

If this technology could be promoted in the television and film industry,

at least the live-action adaptations of manga would be more watchable...

"At this moment,"

Speedwagon said energetically, "standing on Ring A of the first floor of the Sky Arena are our two contestants. Their names are Ogun Mula!"

The camera immediately focused on the one-armed strongman wearing a burlap mask.

Cheers immediately came from under the arena. Li Ang looked back and saw several dark-skinned players in the corner of the hall, smiling and applauding.

"And, Amorous Swordsman!"

The camera turned to Wan Li Feng Dao, the LCD screen clearly showing his somewhat disdainful and indolent expression.

"Booo's"

The players in the corner immediately booed Wan Li Feng Dao, but the others in the hall didn't react.

"Both contestants are participating for the first time today, and they have both opened up part of their player information to the broadcast team,"

Speedwagon said enthusiastically in a loud voice, "Contestant Ogun Mula is from the Voodoo Black Witch Group.

Before joining the Black Witch Group, he was only one meter fifty tall, thin, and timid.

But after joining the Black Witch Group, his size skyrocketed, his height is two meters thirty-two, his weight is two hundred and ten kilograms, and he dares to punch any enemy heavily.

The giant meteor hammer attached to his hand can easily smash the front armor of a main battle tank, and his muscular body is fearless of artillery fire.

Voodoo Black Witch Group, awesome!"

The two players on the arena were willing to open up the match and agree to the program's broadcast also came with requests.

They could charge the production team a certain fee, or they could ask the production team to focus on promoting him personally, or the organization he belonged to, during the commentary, to do some advertising.

"Yes, just looking at the meteor hammer in contestant Ogun Mula's hand, I feel a burst of fear invading my mind,"

Second commentator Avdol nodded and said in a deep voice, "And the opponent he is facing today, Amorous Swordsman, is a bounty hunter from the East.

A silver saddle shines on a white horse, swift as a shooting star.

Kill one man in ten steps, leave no trace for a thousand miles.

Do you hear that? His blade is buzzing in its sheath, a lamentation yearning to drink blood..."

Too chuunibyou, right?! (a Japanese term for someone with delusions of grandeur)

Li Ang couldn't help but click his tongue. Players participating in arena matches have the right to specify the introduction the program team uses to introduce them, so this passage was probably thought up by Dao-ge himself.

Sure enough, Wan Li Feng Dao is as perverted as ever.

At this moment, a young man pushing a food cart happened to pass through the audience aisle. He was wearing a red and white uniform with the three English letters "kmh" printed in large letters on the chest.

kmh is a restaurant called "Ken Mai Hua," and it has a dedicated store in the square with a large customer base—the name Ken Mai Hua is probably stitched together from three hamburger companies in the real world.

Ken Mai Hua Restaurant holds the square's business license, so their deliverymen all have semi-transparent trademark patterns floating above their heads to ensure food safety.

"Waiter."

Li Ang snapped his fingers, signaling the delivery boy to push the food cart over, took out a few green chips from his backpack, and handed them to the delivery boy.

The food in the Killing Game Square is naturally much more expensive than in reality.

Official organizations such as the Global Supernatural Alliance have specially launched a hard-to-counterfeit chip to facilitate shops, facilitate players, and reduce the loss of game currency. It can be exchanged for game currency at the Supernatural Alliance, or it can be exchanged for money in the real world. The exchange rate varies depending on the color of the chip.

Li Ang took some junk food from the food cart, and while eating, he listened to the two commentators finish their pre-match hype.

"Okay, the analysis of the strengths of the two contestants ends here. Without further ado, let's start today's most anticipated match!"

With Speedwagon's words, a huge countdown number appeared above the arena.

10, 9, 8...

The one-armed strongman Ogun Mula twisted his neck, and a clear crackling sound came from his neck.

Wan Li Feng Dao yawned disdainfully, his hand gently resting on the hilt of the Dragon Slaying Sword.

4, 3, 2...

Li Ang lowered his head slightly, gulped down a mouthful of ice-cold soda, and his curious gaze wandered between the two contestants.

Dao-ge's strength is definitely not weak. After all, he is a well-known bounty hunter in the circle.

However, his opponent is also very strong. Just looking at his size makes him difficult to deal with, not to mention that he is a member of the Voodoo Black Witch Group—this medium-sized secret society is good at using voodoo magic, and its methods are insidious and unpredictable.

1!

The moment the countdown ended, Wan Li Feng Dao grinned, his hand gripped the hilt,

and then, he disappeared from the spot.

"What's going on!"

Commentator Speedwagon exclaimed instantly, "Viewers, did you see that? Contestant Amorous Swordsman disappeared directly! You can't see his movements at all! Did he use some kind of stealth skill?!"

The camera lens switched and moved horizontally in time, giving a close-up of the one-armed giant standing silently in place, and then turned to the top of the arena, so that the audience below could clearly see that there was only one person left on the arena.

"No, contestant Amorous Swordsman has not disappeared!"

Second commentator frowned tightly and suddenly shouted loudly, "Did you notice? The wind on the arena!"

The camera crew and sound crew hurriedly adjusted their equipment, and the audience below noticed that the arena suddenly became windy.

The rustling wind gradually became louder, from a breeze to a gale, from gentle and warm to raging and violent.

An invisible wind enveloped the arena.

Without any warning, several deep wounds suddenly appeared on the one-armed giant who was standing still,

thighs, one arm, neck, back of the neck...

Black and red blood gushed out as if it didn't cost anything, splashing on the arena stone bricks,

and also staining a few points of scarlet red on the one-armed giant's burlap hood.

"holyshit!"

Commentator Speedwagon shouted exaggeratedly in a loud voice, "Without any warning, contestant Ogun Mula was suddenly seriously injured! Is this the work of Amorous Swordsman? How did he do it!"

Li Ang raised an eyebrow and silently sipped a mouthful of Coke.

Dao-ge has made great progress.

A bit interesting.