Chapter 584: Chapter 177: Finals in Progress 1_2

"Fans, stop heckling about who’s strong and who’s weak, it’s meaningless."

"God of Wealth Caicai, I bet on one of the Vegetable Farmers taking first place, you guys better hold the line."

"Are Yun Ji’s people not strong? Is Jun Yue Dream Academy’s first echelon not fierce enough? Why bet on the Vegetable Farmers?"

"Anyway, I’m a loyal fan of Su Xiaocai, what I bet on is none of your business."

"As far as I know, people from Yun Ji also bet on the Vegetable Farmers to win."

"So what are you all trying to say?"

"I’m dying, are you trying to say the Vegetable Farmers bribed Yun Ji? After all, Yun Ji is a Mercenary Corps, they do anything if you pay."

"The people from Yun Ji aren’t idiots. Getting first place means more attention, isn’t that better than throwing the match on purpose?"

"Throwing the match on purpose isn’t impressive. Losing without leaving a trace, now that’s impressive."

"So the Vegetable Farmers just can’t win? You absolutely have to let the team you like take the spot for it to be ’normal’? Wow, keep spreading that take, I’m recording this. The internet remembers."

"Just keep watching."

"Ah, where did the feed go? The stream went black, did you guys get the same thing?"

"It’s gone on my end too."

"Totally gone. Can someone tell me what’s going on?"

"I paid ten credits for a membership, give it back, give it back. Where can I watch the stream? I want to see the Vegetable Farmers, hurry up and restore it."

"Give me back Squirrel, give me back Ruo Ting."

"Go to Ten** Cloud Live, the streams there use military live broadcasters, you can see every player’s feed."

"Screw you, they actually censored the words. Ten (Stars) Nebula Channel, that’s the official platform."

"Didn’t think after so long of ignoring the official channel I’d be crawling back again."

The reporters whose broadcasters had all gone dead looked like clowns. The company called and chewed them out.

It wasn’t like they wanted this. Who knew the ’advanced’ live gear the company provided would be this easy to destroy.

Look at the broadcasters following the players: flexible dodging, drifting around, the camera is a bit dizzying but it guarantees it never loses the player.

The reporters who’d had foresight were secretly thrilled. The broadcasters they rented were more stable and didn’t drift, hanging far behind the players, and the footage looked great.

Not only did the official channel’s traffic shoot up, all the traffic from failed rebroadcasts also flowed over to them.

The ones whose streams were cut were furious. "This is the military doing it on purpose, right?"

"You got a death wish? Whose turf do you think this is?" They hadn’t rented the gear; they could only blame themselves for not thinking ahead.

With no other choice, they could only turn around and go rent.

By the time they finished renting their broadcasters, the players had already reached the designated location.

They’d missed a ton of spectacular match footage.

Admiral Bai sat in the command seat, treating the players like soldiers and directing them to push deeper in.

He warned them, "Remember, you’re competing in a dangerous place first and foremost. Follow orders. If I tell you to retreat, you retreat. Otherwise once you die, the game is over. There are no do-overs."

This solo match arena was one of the most dangerous in history, with the least intel and almost zero safety measures.

The only ones who can save you are the comrades around you.

If you just charge around recklessly for the sake of winning, you’ll die.

The threat of death made every player act cautiously.

Once all the players were in position, ten thousand hosts who had once done commentary in New World were invited backstage as commentators. The video feeds they received would have slow-motion replays to make their commentary easier.

"Welcome to the finals of the Ten Stars Mecha Tournament. I’m the farm’s workhorse, just call me Mr. Niu. To commentate this match, I crossed several Star Systems purely out of passion. Right now, I’m standing at the very front line of the arena. On Blue Star."

Barrage:

"He hyped it up like crazy and it turns out he’s on Blue Star, the safest battlefield there is." 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

"Will you run into my Caicai? Please pass on a message for me: I love her."

"Blue Star is so beautiful. I hope after peace is restored I can come travel here."

"You can travel anywhere, why pick the border? What a unique hobby."

"Back on topic, Mr. Niu, which Vegetable Farmer are you commentating today?"

"Definitely Ji Er, he’s a Ji Er specialist."

"Mingming, Mingming that little mute pairs best with Mr. Niu."

Commentator Mr. Niu: "We’re doing something different today." Mainly, he couldn’t grab Ji Heng’s slot and got squeezed out by a more popular commentator.

"The one I’m commentating today is Qingqing Zaiwu."

Wu Qingqing was piloting Black Wing, standing near a signal tower on the Mechanical Planet. The tower was occupied by a gigantic Greed that looked like a slug.

A giant Acid-spitting Worm. It was trying to melt the signal tower’s outer shell, because there might be leftover food inside. So it coiled itself there, clinging tightly to the tower. Last time people came here, someone had tried to attack it and failed.