Chapter 428: Challenge

Wang Shun was the last one to push the door in, he took a deep breath, looked up and locked eyes with all of them, and finally shifted his eyes to Bai Liu's face, "Chairman, we've been informed of the draw."

The relaxed atmosphere in the conference room was gone.

Bai Liu gave a slight nod and said calmly, "Let's go."

Wang Shun led the way, clutching a pen and panel in both hands, his voice struggling to remain steady, "The raffle table is set up in the mid-season viewing pool, and all eight playoff teams will be there."

"The pool will be opened on the spot immediately after the draw, and the game will be played."

"All of these teams are very strong, and all of them are wearing gold medals." Wang Shun paused, "But we only have Chairman you and God Mu with the Deathless Medals."

"There's no mercy in the playoffs, everyone is fighting for the core desire of their heart to get here." Wang Shun took a deep breath, "Going into the tournament like this, our team will have a small risk of death."

"Unless it's ......"

Bai Liu spoke faintly, "Unless it's me who wins the first solo match brilliantly, directly riding the face of the head star player, eating the opponent's popularity, directly promoted to a high ranking star player, driving everyone in the entire team to get a deathless medal."

"But it's almost ......" Wang Shun Tone hard, "impossible."

If Bai Liu draws, the first match will be against Killer Sequence, and if it's a Killer Sequence solo match ......

Bai Liu is 100% on the top of the ...... list.

Wang Shun tried to control himself from thinking the worst, "But President, as I told you, the playoffs are not quite the same as the preseason and midseason."

"Playoffs rarely play singles and doubles."

"Because most of the teams that made it to the playoffs had already eaten enough individual perks through singles and pairs to get almost their entire roster exempted, and exemptions can only be used once in a match, and if they're used in singles or pairs, they can't be used in a group match."

"In the case that their own team member rankings do not fall out of the 100th death medal popularity safety line, so the tactics used by all the major guilds in the playoffs is the principle of stage forfeiting, they will often directly forfeit the single and double matches, retaining all of the death medals to specialize in the group matches."

Wang Shun turned back to Bai Liu : "That means that if the Killer Sequence also forfeits the single and double matches, we'll just go straight to the Regimental Match with no immunity cards for the three main team members."

"And the Killer Sequence would have been even worse if they hadn't chosen to forfeit the Single Match." Wang Shun's face sank, "President Bai, you only have one immunity medal, and if you have to go on two consecutive matches in the single and regimental matches, then you have to choose one match in the single and regimental matches to go on without an immunity medal."

"And if you lose in a match without a get-out-of-jail-free card, then you're really dead!"

Bai Liu's tone was flat: "Don't rule it out, but the gamble is still worth a try."

"The chances of winning the bet are too slim!" Wang Shun was devastated and had a headache, "That's a killer sequence! If you were to connect, you'd be facing the strongest main attacker in the entire game, Spades, in single player, and the top tactician in the entire game, Against the Gods, in group play!"

"So want me to give up everything and admit defeat now?" Bai Liu turned his head and asked Wang Shun calmly, "Want me to lead these players behind me who have given everything, even their souls, to me, to kneel in front of these playoff teams and admit defeat by doing nothing?"

Wang Shun was stunned.

Bai Liu withdrew his eyes, not a bit of light coming through his dark eyes, "Never."

"I'm going to win until the end."

As they walked down the aisle where the mid-season Ornamental Pool team had entered, Wang Shun stared blankly at the aisle, and as Bai Liu brushed past him with his eyes downcast, Wang Shun heard Bai Liu whisper in his ear in an unusual tone of voice:

"The game of God and me has just officially begun."

A blinding white light fell for a moment on the face of each Bai Liu who stepped into the huge viewing pool, and he squinted slightly.

The cheers and roars of the audience were deafening, the space of the huge viewing pool seating in the ring was distorted, the shadows overlapped, the number of people was so large that it was impossible to see clearly, and there were huge electronic fireworks exploding and falling brilliantly in the sky around the audience.

The center of the viewing pool is a huge silver-white screen, near a circle of eight uniforms sitting in a very different style, distinctive team, behind the well-dressed members holding a waving flag swaying back and forth, shouting slogans in unison, the momentum is immense.

Mu Sicheng slightly leaned back towards Bai Liu, he this has seen a lot of big scenes, but this scene still shocked him, "...... This ornamental pool, how is it even bigger than in the mid-season tournament."

"This is the playoff viewing pool." Liu Jiayi spoke coldly, "Nonsense, after the preseason and midseason, all the viewing pools in the entire game merge into one viewing pool, of course it's big."

The host stood on an elevated platform above the big screen, and he waved his arms as his impassioned voice carried through the megaphone to every corner of the viewing pool:

"Today, the top eight teams that excelled in the mid-season tournament are gathered here, but rather regrettably, the Killer Sequence's tactician, Inquisitor of the Reverse God, is absent for some reason, but that doesn't interfere with the conduct of our challenge ......"

Bai Liu's gaze passes over the Reverse Crucifixion flag of the Slayer sequence to the empty tactician's position, gives a lurch, and then shifts to look at Spades, who's looking straight at him from the position next to him, and blinks very softly.

Spades stood up and was about to jump into the lower viewing pool, but Liao Ke, who had noticed the lizard's intention, held him down with a palpitating heart, and helplessly held his forehead as he chanted something to Spades, but Spades didn't seem to be listening at all, and he tilted his head to cross under the flag that was swaying back and forth, looking straight at Bai Liu.

Bai Liu drops his eyes and stops looking at Spades.

The moderator went on:

"I'm sure everyone is looking forward to this year's playoffs, and compared to the dead weight of previous years, and the one-two punch of last year's Killer Sequence, this year can be described as a blossoming of flowers, with very good newcomers emerging from all the major battleground teams."

"First up is the youngest newcomer, Phoebe of the King's Guild! Ranked 27th! It's a very high ranking!"

The host raises his hand and drops it forcefully, aiming it at the King's Guild, "As soon as he appeared in the mid-season tournament, Phoebe won the enthusiastic hearts of a large crowd with his excellent individual performance and doll-like appearance."

Phoebe carried the nun's dress haughtily and thanked her, her emerald green eyes looking across the street at Liu Jiayi in the wandering circus procession, smiling sweetly and bowing slightly to Liu Jiayi, her hands dropping the hem of her dress to fold reverently under her chin as she whispered with her eyes closed:

"May the Lord keep witches from ever going to hell."

Liu Jiayi's gaze shifted from Phoebe's face to the white Crown Council flag that was swaying and tumbling from side to side right in front of them, and her eyes met with Heart, who was sitting at the front of the room in a languid posture.

Heart drops his eyes and covers them with a fan, no longer meeting Liu Jiayi's gaze.

Liu Jiayi's lips pursed.

"And then there's Armand of Golden Dawn, who shares the same golden good looks as President Georgia, and a seemingly insignificant butterfly that can cause a hurricane in every match!"

"Platoon 21!"

The host waved his hand to introduce them as he joked, "Of course, I hope you're not fooled by the sunny appearance of the Golden Dawn Presidents and Vice-Presidents, these two are much colder personalities than sunshine, and the last person who attempted to make a joke about them with their appearance has already been swept away by the winds to the other side of the world."

Armand, dressed in a pure white uniform with golden threads and a golden seven-stringed lute with wings pinned to his hair, passed through the waving golden banners, and his gaze fell on Mu Sicheng, who was hiding behind Bai Liu, probing from side to side, in a dark and uncertain manner.

"The end of the end!" The host got excited, "Introducing to you all! The strongest newcomer of the year!"

"The Joker who won thirteen consecutive matches in a single match! Ranked 11!"

The host spoke very fast and fiercely introduced, "This clown player went down and killed a spectator in the first match and said he didn't care to let us see his true face, so he always wears a clown mask to show people, his mask is usually drawn by the blood of the player he killed in the last match, in such a grand occasion today, he still wears the mask and almost killed the staff we persuaded him to take off his mask when he was opening the show. time by beating to death our staff member who had persuaded him to remove his mask ......"

"It looks like clown masks are a specialty for this player, and there's a good chance we won't get to see the Joker with his mask off for the entire playoffs."

He said that halfway through the introduction, he got weirdly stuck.

The host watched in disbelief as Daniel, seated in the deer hunter's seat, slowly stood up and removed the mask from his face with trembling hands as if he were trying to suppress his excitement.

The host, cluelessly, slowly said, "...... The Joker, removing his bloody mask."

Daniel reveals a face that still has a babyish look, and his apple-green eyes look motionlessly at Bai Liu, who is walking across the street toward the bleachers.

Humming softly, he braced himself with one hand on the audience's fence, and flipped over to jump, ready to run in Bai Liu's direction, but halfway through the jump, Cen Buming, who was behind him, quickly lifted up his collar, stopping Daniel from jumping down.

Daniel doesn't look back, and without hesitation draws his sniper/gun out and aims it at Cen Buming with a smirk in his voice, "Stop me from getting to him and I'll kill you oh."

The host looks dumbfounded, "The Joker now has a gun on his tactician! The Deer Hunter has suddenly imploded!"

Cen Buming was unfazed, his tone flat, "No one can be hurt in the hall."

"I told you, I can get Bai Liu to come to you on his own accord, do you have to rush this for a while?"

Daniel paused for a moment as he withdrew his gun, grabbed the fence and rolled over and jumped back, sitting back in his chair again, his whole body slumping very unhinged against the backrest, annoyed that he wasn't looking at Cen Buming, and his tone wan, "You better be telling the truth."

The host returned and continued the introductions, but in a somewhat less interested tone, "Next up are the two preseason teams."

"One team, Russell Cemetery, which came back on waivers after being all but wiped out last year, is still playing with the same rotation of players this year, with no bright newcomers or star players."

"The other is a rookie team that is respectably strong relative to Russell Cemetery, but still a long way from the playoff teams, and it's worth noting that two of their regulars got exemptions."

"One is a roaming position player, Mu Sicheng, ranked 97th, this belongs to the scrub position, this position is a bit dangerous ah, if the next single match this team does not perform well, it is likely to fall out, after all, the playoffs eight teams there are still a lot of reserves waiting to eat the popularity to rise up the position."

"And a tactician, Bai Liu, ranked 67th."

"A good newcomer all things considered, but for the time being, I don't see anything that particularly stands out, and the tactical style is a bit extreme."

The moderator's tone became hesitant, "...... But there is quite a bit of speculation that this newcomer tactician is likely to be rules skilled."

"Good! Now that the basic introduction of the major battle teams is complete, before we proceed to the draw for the challenge, please ask the tacticians of the eight teams in the playoffs to have a friendly exchange with the tacticians of the two teams in the preseason first."

The host's voice was lazy, "Of course, unfriendly exchanges are fine."

While playoff and preseason tactician exchanges are a regular part of the process, historically the teams that make it to the playoffs are arrogant and not many are willing to hitch a ride with a preseason team.

With Spades' dark horse to the extreme performance last year, not many playoff team tacticians were willing to come down from the stands to shake Spades' hand at the Challenge.

Not to mention this year.

In the absence of the good-tempered tactician Counter-God, Heart, Executioner, and Georgia, all of whom are cold and refractory, and who would not give a single glance to the spectators, who have given themselves millions of points, let alone take the initiative to reach out and shake hands with a newcomer who has just risen to the top of the game, are... ...

The host's eyes widened incredulously, and he rubbed his eyes twice in shock before he was sure he hadn't misread it.

"Grrr!" The host turned off his microphone and slumped over the elevated tablets, muttering to himself in a trance, "What's going on here?!"

The presidents of the three notoriously arrogant guilds walked down to shake Bai Liu's hand?

And lined up in order?

The cheering in the audience was briefly suspended, and everyone looked at the strange situation on Bai Liu's side with stunned faces.

Georgia walked demurely up to Bai Liu, he looked deeply at him, took off his own white and elbow gloves, and extended a bony hand to hand to Bai Liu, "President of the Golden Dawn, Georgia."

Bai Liu's gaze pauses for a moment on Georgia's hand as he smiles and extends his hand, "Wandering Circus, Bai Liu."

Heart curled the corners of her mouth and gracefully extended her right hand with a slumped wrist, "We're old acquaintances, you can call me Heart."

"Thank you very much for the Queen's willingness to bet on me that day." Bai Liu owes a slight, gentlemanly grip on Heart's four fingers, "I hope you'll continue to enjoy my performance next as well."

Cen Buming stood in front of Bai Liu, and he locked eyes with him for a long, long time before withdrawing his eyes and extending his hand, speaking in a hoarse tone, "Bai Liu, I am the executioner."

Bai Liu calmly extends his hand, "Executioner, I am [a poor tramp]."

The two men's hands briefly interlock in the air, and Cen Buming releases them, turning away without a second thought.