"I’ll wait until the finals to bet, let’s see which contestant is more impressive."
"Hahaha, too. The rich will probably bet on every match."
"No, no, no, the cha Master’s perspective, I guess not many people can persist for long."
"Ordinary people can’t, but other cha Masters can. It’s super easy to learn from them stealthily."
"Shh, don’t spill the beans. What if the skilled cha Masters don’t let us watch?"
Anyway, the competition is about to start.
Su Xiaocai announced she’s taking a break today to check out the Vegetable Farrs’ performance.
The military trainees took a breather, also needing to summarize and digest the knowledge they’ve gained.
Single combat matches are scheduled a day in advance and then randomly paired for competition.
All ten Vegetable Farrs participated in this competition.
Xing Miao, Feng Wansha, and Li Leilei mainly wanted to test their strength without caring about winning or losing.
For the other seven, Su Xiaocai set them a goal to reach the finals.
There are over 300 million participants in the single combat competition; they must first get into the top ten million,
compete in the second round and reach the top ten thousand to enter the finals.
The finals are held in real arenas, that’s the third stage.
The competition is incredibly fierce. If the other seven don’t reach the finals, they will face a nightmare punishnt, though Su Xiaocai didn’t specify what it is, they know it’s sothing beyond current training levels.
The "Vegetable Farrs" set their match ti to start between ten and ten thirty.
Su Xiaocai turned on the computer for a live stream, booking the slots for all ten of them.
She also invited Ji Li to watch.
The two sat on the couch in the entertainnt room, munching on chips, sipping tea.
The first to officially take position was Hu Ping. As soon as he logged in, his opponent was already preparing.
Hu Ping entered ready mode as well, choosing a very common Standard cha. This wasn’t Su Xiaocai’s requirent, it was a team consensus.
Su Xiaocai had already made them Star Level chas, although the cha pods were still old-fashioned, they could swap them out for the most advanced at any ti.
If there’s such a powerful cha entering the finals, they absolutely mustn’t embarrass Su Xiaocai in terms of technology, so for the initial picks, they only chose Standard cha to battle.
Hu Ping was counting down thirty seconds to enter the battlefield.
His palms slightly sweaty, six months ago, he had already lost hope of participating in the competition.
By a stroke of luck, he no longer needed to go through school to join the competition.
Without the school coach controlling the team, Hu Ping had a platform to showcase himself.
Fist clenched, taking a deep breath, he wouldn’t let himself have regrets.
The entry countdown ended.
Thunderous applause greeted them. Hu Ping looked up at the audience, overwheld with excitent, this was his stage.
Two chas appeared together, without streamlined designs, ordinary, boring gray.
Hu Ping’s cha was lightweight and unmodified.
The other player’s cha had been modified in so areas, incorporating so high-powered heavy weapons, turning it into a heavy weapon.
Before it officially started, the two could communicate and also introduce themselves to the audience.
Hu Ping smiled and said, "My opponent, should I address you as madam or sir?"
"Ah Ping? Stop wasting ti, let’s start. I have to rush to the next match." The voice was without a voice changer, male.
Knowing the opponent was male, he could let loose and fight.
If it were a woman, Hu Ping wouldn’t play gentlemanly either, with Su Xiaocai as a precedent, who knew if the opposite was a person or a study god.
At most, he wouldn’t resort to sneaky ambushes.
"Alright, alright, let say one last thing." Hu Ping controlled the cha to blow a kiss to the audience, "Rember today’s Ah Ping, co back and watch more, more exciting things to co, I will win."
Opponent: ???!
Who is this? Unheard of, boasting shalessly.
The audience burst into laughter, yet another braggart, guys with speeches similar to Hu Ping’s generally ended up failing.
Hu Ping pressed start, the scene changed, the audience disappeared, the surroundings transford into an expansive arena floating in mid-air.
A vast marble-patterned floor stretched for tens of kiloters to avoid prolonged chase battles. chas could only fight within the arena boundaries.
While the heavy cha was still booting up, Hu Ping’s cha was already moving, charging in front of the heavy cha.
The opponent’s response was quite fast, weapons fully deployed, launching an indiscriminate attack.
The scattering missiles included tracking missiles, "Die!"
In the field, there were volunteer hosts, they could watch the match for free, serving as random comntary people for the match.
An exciting and enthusiastic voice rang out, "Here it is, the unsolvable skill that many online have researched, nad the super-scale devastating move, how will Ah Ping deal with it? Will he turn and run, handle those annoying missiles first, or..."
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