Chapter 41 Su Rou's Livestream Almost Crashed

Su Rou's livestream almost crashed.

"What the hell? Who the hell told me this was an evenly matched fight? Who the hell told me Jiangbin Third High was so damn amazing?"

"I didn't even react. What just happened?"

"What's going on? I just went to pour a glass of water, and the match is over?"

"Damn it, all you guys do every day is post anti-buffs, anti-buffs. Have you all forgotten who the real god is?"

"Han Jiangxue, my goddess, I think I'm really falling in love with you."

"Gao Junwei shouted a couple of times? Yu Zhen zapped with lightning a few times? And then it was over? Hahahaha, killing me, hahahahaha."

"Gao Junwei did shout, and it was quite tragic..."

"My heart is unmoved, and I even secretly recorded it."

"So we're only good at killing monsters? We can't fight people? We'll get beaten until we call them Daddy?"

"Alright, stop talking. It only took 29 seconds. We didn't even give them a chance to call us Daddy..."

Su Rou slammed the table, feeling a sense of elation. "Happy! Satisfying! Let's do a 29 yuan cash red envelope giveaway! Post 'Snow God is Mighty' to enter!"

"..."

"Haha, 29 yuan, you're so bad, streamer..."

"Streamer, are you sending away beggars?"

"Only 29 yuan. I won't be tricked into posting..."

"Snow God is Mighty!"

"Snow God is Mighty!"

"Snow God is Mighty!"

...

29 seconds!

What's the concept of 29 seconds?

Everything that was hyped up before the match was shattered. People were expecting a spectacular battle, like the end of the world, but what did they get?

I took my pants off, and this is what you show me?

In the commentator's booth on the stands, commentator Sui Bian and guest Wu looked at each other.

Especially Sui Bian, who felt his face burning. He had just finished hyping up how strong and fierce Jiangbin Third High was, only to see them get completely crushed.

"So... so strong!?" Sui Bian looked awkwardly at Wu, signaling him to take over and salvage the situation.

Wu: "..."

Sui Bian: "..."

The scene fell into an awkward silence.

Suddenly, Wu covered his mouth with one hand and made muffled sounds:

"Hey! Hey!
I say First High, you say 6!"

Wu: "First High..."

Sui Bian: "6..."

Wu: "First High!"

Sui Bian: "6!"

...

On the arena, Gao Junwei was kneeling on the cold grass, his body trembling. His once arrogant face was now ashen and listless.

No one knew what he had experienced inside Han Jiangxue's Spatial Coffin, and there was nothing at all in Han Jiangxue's Shattered Space.

Perhaps that was the problem.

Because it was a void, Gao Junwei was behaving so terribly.

He gasped for breath, shivering, and didn't even dare to look up.

His head was covered in scorched and rotten skin from the Torch Fire Whip, a bloody mess, but even so, the pain he was enduring was far less than the psychological toll.

Suffocation, struggle,

Darkness, nothingness,

Despair, pain.

In that short half-minute, he seemed to have experienced a form of extreme torture.

But only the person involved knew what it was like. For the audience in the stands and in front of their TVs, without having experienced the dual torment of body and mind, they couldn't understand Gao Junwei's state.

People just felt that this outwardly arrogant and unruly youth was not as strong as they had imagined.

Han Jiangxue looked down at Gao Junwei at her feet and suddenly felt a little bored.

She wanted a quick victory. She was confident that with her solo abilities, she could directly imprison one of the opposing team's members.

Either use their member as a hostage, create a 4v3 advantage, or put severe psychological pressure on the opponent.

What Han Jiangxue didn't expect was that almost at the same time she had done all of this, her teammates had joined forces to eliminate the other damage dealer on the opposing team.

Clean and efficient, without any hesitation.

Han Jiangxue turned to look at the battlefield in the distance. The once calm and wise commander, Zhang Mingming, now wore an extremely troubled expression.

Perhaps, even now, Zhang Mingming didn't know if he should take the blame for this match.

Had he underestimated the enemy? Was he careless?

No, he wasn't.

Then, was there anything wrong with Zhang Mingming's battle plan and command?

Maybe there was, maybe there wasn't. Either way, eliminating the opposing team's only support/controller was a valid tactic.

Even if Zhang Mingming was wrong, if they had changed the battle plan to kill Han Jiangxue first, would they have succeeded?

His biggest mistake was thinking that Han Jiangxue, a stability-seeking player, would never risk using Shattered Space in a match like this.

Even more frustrating was that even if Zhang Mingming had realized Han Jiangxue would use Shattered Space, how could he have stopped her?

Han Jiangxue's eyes flickered as she saw the dejected shield warrior, Zhang Weiliang, looking helpless.

Passing by Zhang Weiliang, Han Jiangxue saw Yu Zhen being carried away on a stretcher in the distance.

Yu Zhen was no longer as arrogant as she once was. Her clothes were torn, covered in blood, with blood flowing from the corner of her mouth. She stared blankly at the gloomy sky with dazed eyes.

She had once dominated the Weaponry Pavilion, looking down on everyone with her deep blue scepter.

But after encountering Han Jiangxue's team, she was surrounded by Jiang Xiao's Poisonous Milk, and Zhang Hui seized the opportunity to heavily injure her with two Fire Arcs, knocking her straight out of the Weaponry Pavilion.

The medical Star Warriors of the competition were indeed strong, healing the heavily injured and unconscious Yu Zhen, allowing her to return to the semi-finals at full strength.

Yu Zhen's "discharge" from the hospital only took a day.

However,

She was discharged quickly,

And her admission was also quite fast...

29 seconds, what does that mean?

Now Han Jiangxue could answer that question.

These 29 seconds might mean a turning point in the fate of the two teams.

Han Jiangxue looked at Jiang Xiao, who was sitting on the ground, cutting the vines tied around his ankles.

She walked towards him. As her leather boots lifted, Gao Junwei, like a startled bird, trembled and crawled two steps to the side.

Han Jiangxue was stunned. Was this the normal reaction of a person?

So scared? Almost broken down...

Did Gao Junwei have some kind of psychological problem? Claustrophobia, perhaps? Was it triggered by her Shattered Space?

Of course, Han Jiangxue didn't deny that everyone would react differently when faced with the threat of death.

Honestly, if she herself were trapped in a Spatial Coffin by an enemy and her life was in their hands, she might also become hysterical.

Without experiencing it personally, who knew what would happen?

Han Jiangxue was no longer interested in Gao Junwei's specific psychological state. She walked towards Jiang Xiao, nodding to the headstrong Xia Yan and the composed Li Weiyi in the distance.

In a military camp, in a bright and clean private room, there was a "crack, crack" sound.

"Captain!?" A soldier on guard called out from outside the door.

"Shut up!" A woman's voice, suppressing anger, came from inside the room.

In the reception room,

The wooden coffee table was shattered,

Pieces of porcelain cup were scattered all over the floor.

A middle-aged woman with short hair sat on the sofa, her face furious. Her right hand was clenched into a fist, crushing the cup in her hand. Tea mixed with blood dripped from the palm of her hand, accompanied by the sound of porcelain shards being ground.

"Hoo..." After a while, the woman's body trembled slightly. She took a deep breath, suppressed the emotions surging in her chest, and her eyes were still fixed on the television screen in front of her.

The television screen showed the audience clapping enthusiastically, and the proud faces of the winning team.

Although everything was over, she still couldn't forget Gao Junwei's frightened and trembling appearance.

The moment that girl took a step, he panicked and scrambled to the side, like a stray dog being bullied.

"Waste!!!" The short-haired woman sat on the sofa, staring at the television screen. She opened her bloody right hand, dropped the crushed pieces of the porcelain cup, and used her left hand to pick out the porcelain shards from the bloody palm of her right hand.

But before she could clean her right palm, she suddenly stood up, enraged. She kicked away the mess on the floor, strode to the television, and smashed the television to pieces with a punch...

In the arena,

Jiang Xiao was sitting on the ground untangling the vines when he suddenly shivered.

Han Jiangxue had just arrived beside him and said softly, "The snow is getting heavier. Put on your down jacket when we get back."

"Okay, okay." Jiang Xiao replied, holding the combat blade in one hand and quickly cutting the vines. This Zhang Mingming really wanted to kill him.

Look at this pile of vines. They were almost wrapped around Jiang Xiao's thighs, dense, intricate, and extremely flexible. They completely restricted Jiang Xiao's movements. Even though Zhang Mingming had already left the field, Jiang Xiao hadn't been able to free himself.

Thankfully, Xia Yan had stepped up. Without her Fire Arc to hold Yu Zhen back, Jiang Xiao, in his current state, would have been scorched by lightning...

Bang!

A burning wooden giant blade was driven directly into the ground, cutting the weeds and eliminating the roots.

Xia Yan flicked her chestnut short hair, with snowflakes dotting her head, and said impatiently, "Hurry up, don't make my Xuexue freeze here with you."

Jiang Xiao: ???

Xia Yan said, "What are you looking at? Hurry up!"

Jiang Xiao: "I want to be fast too, but my strength doesn't allow it."

Xia Yan was stunned for a moment, feeling that something was wrong with what he said.