There’s no need for devices like strength detectors; simply from the increasingly oppressive aura around Li Cheng, the professional players can sense he’s applying certain enhancements to himself.

As unease in his heart broke the critical point, the white cowboy suddenly took off his cowboy hat, pointed forward, and shouted loudly, "Hear the eagle’s scream!"

A bald eagle with a wingspan of two meters flew out from the pocket space of the cowboy hat, its wings full, eyes fierce, diving towards the villa.

Its size rapidly expanded, with the wingspan soaring from two meters to four meters, eight meters, sixteen meters, larger than a fully loaded truck.

From its open eagle mouth, it emitted visible sound waves, "USA! USA! USA!"

’What chosen redneck.’

Li Cheng’s eyelids twitched; these professional players had ample intelligence from Carlos and Card Emperor and prearranged a space lock to broadly prohibit positional skills, sealing off the means of Light Speed Elbow Strike.

Fortunately, he still had the Heat Death Corridor.

Snap.

Li Cheng raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

In the next moment, the Alpha Snake Head appeared from the void, rumbling and crushing rows of houses.

The ultrasonic waves hit the snake head’s surface, merely raising its scales without any feedback.

The bald eagle flapped its wings urgently, ascending, but it was already too late.

Under the effect of the Floating Engine, the Alpha Snake Head seemingly slowly yet swiftly adjusted the direction of the snake’s mouth,

The baffles on either side of its jaw automatically popped open, inhaling the surrounding air like a whale,

The needle-shaped metallic fangs arranged in a circle inside the mouth activated a high-voltage arc to ionize the mixed gas into plasma, constrained by a magnetic field to form an eye-catching plasma beam, which roared out suddenly.

This strike was like a white rainbow piercing the sun; the giant bald eagle didn’t even whimper, with its body directly erased by more than half, uncontrollably spiraling and falling.

Behind the eagle, two unprepared professional player projections were also affected, turning into flying ash and vanishing on the spot.

"Is this the eagle’s scream? Feels inferior to the snake’s scream."

Li Cheng shook his head; it was merely a ruined, heavily injured snake head running on low power. If it were the original Alpha...

Uh, well, if it were the original Alpha, he couldn’t afford the full amount of Spiritual Power.

The backlash from the death of the Summoned Beast shook the white cowboy’s internal organs, causing him to kneel and vomit violently.

If not for Yu Meiqin’s quick reflexes, using magnetic force to push him away, the next plasma beam would have erased him.

"Disperse, surround."

Yu Meiqin’s voice echoed in the communication channel; her judgment was correct, the Alpha Snake Head was single, and rotating direction adjustment took time.

The professional players used houses as cover, maneuvering deftly, advancing alternately. Their goal wasn’t just to kill the Otherworld travelers but more important to prevent them from prying open that door.

"Hey hey hey, someone is pulling me."

Gray Rain, using the Furnace of Eight Trigrams like a cutting torch to cut the wooden door, felt the body being lifted by magnetic force, hurriedly extended legs to pierce into the ground,

Simultaneously altering the arrangement of his nano-robots at the microscopic level to weaken magnetism.

"Leave it to me."

The White Horse Tombstone lifted the stone coffin named Reverse Time Coffin, vertically planting it heavily into the ground, raising soil.

A palm struck the chains entwined on the coffin surface, along with black air surging out, a rotting ruined corpse stepped out.

The corpse and the person exchanged a glance, simultaneously extended palms, interlocked fingers, merging into one.

Yu Meiqin’s heart rang an alarm; the captured Card Emperor and others mentioned the opponent had a trump enhancing form, "Little..."

The word barely left her lips when the White Horse Tombstone disappeared instantly.

The foot, with skin ulcerated and tendons and bones exposed to the air, casually kicked, leaping out a hundred meters.

Yu Meiqin had seen related intel, immediately bringing teammates before her, her body retreating out several streets.

Meanwhile, the White Horse Tombstone didn’t hesitate, the dangling flesh and bones hand grabbed the head of a professional player projection, violently slamming into the asphalt, drag forward by inertia, scraping flat the back of the skull.

Bang bang bang bang!

Machine gun bullets engraved with Demon-breaking runes flew horizontally, one hitting the White Horse Tombstone’s forehead, slightly tilting her head back.

"..."

The White Horse Tombstone slightly turned its head, its murky eyes gazed at the professional player fleeing into the dense forest, the foot stomped the ground again, directly crashing through two houses.

Snap.

The white bone hand grabbed the scorching gun barrel, casually bending the high-strength alloy machine gun barrel entirely.

Then a knee strike kicked the person flying, soaring high over the treetops.

The Alpha Snake Head unleashed the particle beam, precisely blasting, completing the finishing move with seamless coordination.

Having activated the Reverse Time Coffin, the White Horse Tombstone borrowed the power it had at Level 35 when it was alive,

Though similar in level to Wanli Sealed Blade, the latter long ago settled into family life, lacking drive, largely rising through seniority, incomparable.

Whoosh—

Various attacks like flying knives, flying swords, and meteorites bombarded overwhelmingly.

The White Horse Tombstone backhanded a palm to snap nearby trees, clasping the trunk with arms and channeling a dense Qi, filling and strengthening the wood,

Just like playing baseball, he swung forward horizontally, sending the flaming meteor flying.

While forcing Yu Meiqin, who was interfering with the Gray Rain using a magnetic field, to retreat, she herself skimmed the ground, tracing a Z-shaped track on the lawn, avoiding the remote AOE attack and charging directly at the white cowboy.

"Your opponent is me!"

A professional player with the ID "Pig Emperor" and a big stomach, akin to a professional sumo Yokozuna, blocked the way.

White Horse Tombstone didn’t even look, clenched his palm into a fist, and gently thrusted forward.

Plop.

The fist pierced through the stomach, greasy yellow fat sliding down the wound.

However, there was no pain on Pig Emperor’s face, only a grim smile.

These professional players had "smuggled" into the championship as projections, and thus only had 20% of their maximum Magic Power Value.

But, releasing one or two skills was still possible.

"Heavenly Demon Absorption Star!"

Pig Emperor roared out the skill name, his big stomach rotated and collapsed like a black hole, and the wound on his abdomen suddenly released boundless suction, firmly attaching White Horse Tombstone’s arm.

As for himself, he swung his arms back, posing a fighting combo starter.

"Na...ive..."

The sound came from White Horse Tombstone’s throat, her tongue already decayed, unable to speak, hence she used her throat cartilage to vibrate the air and make a sound.

Constrained by the physical speed of neural signal transmission within the body and the time required for the brain to process information,

the normal human reaction time is 100 milliseconds,

even well-trained, professional esports players who have broken through human limits can only achieve 60-80 milliseconds at most.

No matter how realistic the Home game is or how close the Extraordinary Power possessed by professional players is to Level 30 in the Battlefield System,

they cannot overcome this physiological physical limitation.

If the Pig Emperor chose to release an energy wave or other control skills, there might still be a chance for redemption,

but he chose to pose a fighting combo starter, so only one outcome awaited him.

Chopping, slapping, kicking, headbutts...

Like a raging storm, the intensive attacks were all precisely blocked by White Horse Tombstone.

"EVO moment 37! It’s EVO moment 37!"

Outside the arena, the commentator excitedly shouted, grabbing a companion’s arm and shaking it wildly.

They had been briefed by the United Government and Skytop Company, constantly searching for ways to explain,

portraying the projection of professional players in the live broadcast as a unique skill developed by the previous champion King’s Road Expedition Team.

The live audience naturally didn’t accept this obvious excuse, and discussions arose one after another,

until now, the incredible, spectacular operations in the arena finally brought their attention back to the competition.

"Dad, what is EVO moment 37?"

A child in a small boat turned his head and asked his father, who remembered hearing about it and turned his head to look at the old man.

The elderly man, already in his seventies, was holding on to the side railing, standing up, eyes wide, murmuring,

"In the 2004 EVO event, Street Fighter 3.3 semi-finals, Daigo Umehara, using the character [Ken], with only a sliver of health left, amidst the noisy commotion of the live audience and immense pressure of the match, caught the 10-frame window fifteen times in a row, inputting the Blocking command,

perfectly blocking the opponent Justin Wong’s Chun Li’s finishing move Fengyi Xian’s 15 hits, and comboing into a super finish for a comeback win..."

It’s been seventy years since that match, and even the company that created the Street Fighter game, Capcom, had disappeared in the flow of time, no longer mentioned by young players.

Yet the unique charm of e-sports continued to freeze and pass down that legend like amber.

In the arena, White Horse Tombstone had also broken free from the suction of the big stomach, grabbing Pig Emperor’s collar (his neck was too thick to grab).

Just at the moment she was about to throw a punch and deliver the execution, the remaining skin on her body inexplicably raised goosebumps, prompting her to decisively let go and retreat swiftly.

Thud!

A metallic streetlamp, the size of a utility pole, crashed onto her previous position,

White Horse Tombstone looked up at the sky, where four figures were floating amidst the clouds.

RLG Team’s Bing and Lamborgini, King’s Road Expedition Team’s Ji Liang and Jiying, and an unidentified Anonymous player.

Suspended high in the air like targets, the Alpha Snake Head adjusted its angle, firing a plasma beam.

The four players neither dodged nor avoided, Brother Bing raised a palm, retrieving the streetlamp remotely, gripping it with one hand, spinning.

The streetlamp spun at high speed, like Earth’s magnetosphere deflecting the solar wind, skewing and dispersing the incoming plasma beam.

"I’ve chosen my Jax, we win."

Brother Bing spoke deeply, while Lamborgini, wearing red sunglasses and holding a portable hand crossbow, also looked down on the Otherworldly visitors, coldly saying, "I’ll send you back to reality."

"..."

Li Cheng couldn’t help but rub his forehead, knowing that this Script World was abstract, but not expecting it to be this abstract.