Chapter 554: Is It Dazzling? Or is It Crazy?

The shock was absolute, beginning with Dungeon Fighter Online, from the very inception of the adventure upon this continent, the agony of the Ghost Hand, the crushing weight of bearing one's destiny, and the step-by-step journey toward awakening—a path that every single player had personally traversed.

"Possessing nothing, with nothing left to lose..." In the Empyrean, that Spitfire clad in a dark purple trench coat pressed the detonator and, under the collective gaze of his encircling pursuers, leapt down from the heavens.

"Treat your equipment as you would treat your lover." As the music of Dungeon Fighter Online swelled, the shouts of the blacksmith uncle from the Elvengard defense line still echoed in their ears.

Snippet after snippet flashed before their eyes, and in an instant, the music suddenly grew passionate and rousing.

Awakening.

On the darkened screen, only those words were displayed.

Array lights swirled and shifted as countless ghosts and gods floated in the mortal realm; within the swamp of death, a terrifying, evil deity was glimpsed in a fleeting, breathtaking moment.

With a downward smash of a sword, that demon god, appearing as if driven mad, instantly shattered the earth with his blade, causing magma to skyrocket and columns of fire to pierce the very heavens!

Scene after scene of earth-shattering combat sequences flashed before the eyes of all the players.

"My goodness!" Dong Qingli exclaimed in shock from the stands, seeing that the image frozen on the screen was the exact frame of a Battle Mage delivering a powerful kick that instantly struck a shadow demon dead.

"That is my Battle Mage!"

Meanwhile, Jessica and the others who were still up in the Hidden Heaven Hall had already dropped their jaws completely to the floor at this point.

"What is the matter with you all? The vanguard commander has matters to discuss, yet you few..." Several luxuriously dressed men and women walked into the room, but at that exact moment, within the void before their eyes, across that brilliant starry sky, golden battleships sailed forward one by one; in the cosmos, they resembled space fortresses that had existed since antiquity.

Immensely huge golden battleships spanned the sky, the Golden Armada of the Protoss, and the atmosphere of the entire venue reached its absolute climax almost the moment this breathtaking glimpse of the invincible fleet appeared!

Screams and gasps of astonishment echoed without pause!

At the Flowing Cloud Daoist Palace and the Cloud Sea Sect, upon the squares, the disciples and elders sitting cross-legged on futons and watching this CG with rapt attention all felt their blood boil with excitement.

A few outer disciples sitting toward the back clenched their fists tightly: "Work hard! One day, I too will become an esports player! I will participate in this electronic sport!"

"Look quickly! Isn't that young man the junior brother from the South China Sect?!" an inner disciple of the Vast Heaven Sword Sect said, pointing at the swift Wind Mage flashing across the giant screen.

"He has already worked his way into the ranks of the core disciples! This person's gaming talent is not something you or I can compare to!"

"My goodness..." That disciple's face instantly turned dark.

Meanwhile, Jessica and these few outsiders were already pale-faced by now: We just ran over here to reap some benefits and take a vacation, and you natives pull this kind of stuff on us right from the start?!

Just who exactly is the native and who is the outsider here?!

"What on earth are these things?!" Kelven had already cried out in astonishment.

"Quickly call Carl over!"

"Let them all come and see what exactly this is?!"

Before long, these outsiders could be seen sitting in neat rows, watching this esports tournament with rapt attention.

The words they had spoken earlier about "giving them a deterrent" and the like were completely thrown to the back of their minds.

It almost gave off the impression that they had traveled thousands of miles for the sole purpose of watching the tournament.

...

The CG gradually drew to a close when suddenly, the rousing sound of an electric guitar drifted up from below; illuminated by the lights, an enchanting and lovely, voluptuous woman wearing a trailing emerald-green gown could be seen holding a dark blue electric guitar, her jade-like eyes rippling with light like an autumn lake.

Every frown and every smile was incredibly moving.

Accompanied by the surging heavy metal symphony rising all around, the artillery fire of interstellar warfare flew wildly across the background screen.

That clear, resonant, and passionate singing voice rang out.

"What is she singing? Why can't I understand it?" Thea asked, sitting in a front row seat and speaking in a botched version of the Lingzhou language.

It sounded incredibly passionate, but she could not understand a single word.

"I heard... it is a Western language... called Nightwish's She Is My Sin..." Luo Piaoling whispered beside her.

"Why isn't it the West Pole language?"

It had to be said that although the majority of the audience could not understand the words, the melody was deeply moving; at this time, as the music shifted, an ethereal, holy, and unadorned beautiful singing voice seemed to drift in from beyond the heavens once more.

The two singing voices intertwined, appearing like a holy angel and a demon tempting one to fall, interlacing and alternating; finally, a figure clad in plain, white attire, resembling a celestial maiden, flew down from the sky.

"Holy crap...!"

"66666!"

"Even without playing games today, it was worth it!"

This immense visual impact caused the atmosphere of the venue to explode one after another.

And at this moment, there seemed to be the sound of thunder in the heavens, and the large screen behind them had already transitioned into various brilliant highlights of the players—both those who qualified and those who failed to qualify—fighting their way up all the way from the lowest ranks at the bottom of the ladder.

An Elemental Bomber waved the magic staff in his hand, and the magic array upon the ground erupted with earth-shattering fiery light.

At this time, accompanying the singing on the stage, they seemed to return to the Lingzhou language.

"The witch raises her scepter, leaving a bloom of frost by the window

Seemingly remembering the prophecy spoke of it so

He comes from the wind and snow, freezing the panicked time

..."

Under desperate straits, the ultimate counter-kill by a Ranger.

A Ranger player who had managed to make it to the tournament venue could not help but have his eyes brim with tears as he watched; this was his final decisive battle to enter the top sixty-four, and even now, it looked thrilling and heart-stopping.

The frenzied mechanics of a Berserker, defeating the opponent with a full health bar.

A Berserker player clenched his fist fiercely, and at this moment, even...

Even these outsiders up in the Hidden Heaven Hall were dazed from watching.

"How could the combat experience of this group of people be so terrifying?!"

"Are they even human?! An opponent of the same tier was actually beaten to the point of having no chance to strike back?!"

Of course, the number of combat matches for every esports player was above 4000, and that was not even counting battles with shadow demons.

The abysses these people cleared every day added up could practically encircle the earth, so their combat experience went without saying; using a phrase like 'seasoned by a hundred battles' on them would probably be an understatement.

"Look, what is this?!"

They saw golden transport aircraft fly past, and High Templars descended from the sky one after another; immediately following that, a Psionic Storm swept across the entire battlefield!

A terrifying sea of Zerg was wiped out in this single instant!

"Storm drop! The storm drop micro!" a player cried out in terror.

"Ten High Templars were dropped! This is a mega storm!"

"Oh my god!"

Inside the Hidden Heaven Hall, Jessica and the other outsiders exclaimed: "My God above!"

"What is this again?!"

"It sounds like these people are shouting something about a storm?! This is too crazy! To actually possess such power!"

What am I looking at?! These people are actually organizing such experts to conduct a decisive battle?!

At this time, accompanied by the lyrics, it also moved toward the end, those two passionate lines of lyrics still echoing: "Is it dazzling, or is it madness?"

The foreigners stared with wide eyes, their mouths agape, exchanging stunned glances.

The shock and exhilaration within their hearts had surpassed all measure.

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