Chapter 559: Melon-Eating Crowd Next to Boss Fang

"Could it be... that Fellow Daoist Qingyun ran into trouble out there and has come seeking reinforcement?"

"That doesn't seem right either..." the old Daoist murmured. "What is the purpose of bringing these things?"

"What on earth are these?!" Several of them crowded around to watch a celestial crane, which was sporting a new edition LV storage bag, pull various items out from within.

They watched piece after piece, utterly bewildered. Though we have long resided deep in the mountains, it isn't as if we are ignorant bumpkins, is it?

Don't bring these unheard-of objects just to bluff us!

"Wait a moment!" The white-haired old Daoist pinched his fingers in calculation. "Let this old Daoist divine what kind of medicine Fellow Daoist Qingyun is selling in that gourd of hers!"

"Haha, Daoist Master Xuyu's Nebula Derivation Art can be said to possess creation-reforming merit. Fellow Daoist Qingyun's display is rather akin to showing off axe-skills before the master carpenter."

"Precisely." Daoist Master Xuyu lightly stroked his beard and pinched his fingers to calculate.

"Huh...?"

"How is it?" The others leaned closer.

"Slow down, slow down, let me calculate once more." Having spoken, he pinched his fingers again.

"Hmm—?"

His eyes widened in astonishment as he pinched them yet again.

"Hmm—!?"

"What is the result after all?"

Before the words could fully leave their mouths, they saw that the celestial crane over there had already begun tinkering with a communication jade.

Very soon, amidst a sudden mountain-toppling, tsunami-like roar of cheers, a strange virtual projection manifested above the communication jade.

"What is this?!"

There stood a massive circular stage where Fairy Qingyun, clad in a white robe and white dress, held a microphone in her hand: "Aha, yesterday's battles were truly too exhilarating."

"Eh? This is... Fellow Daoist Qingyun!?"

"Indeed! Right from the very first round, it was incredibly intense. Several times in a row, it felt as though my heart was suspended right in my throat." Ningbi, that enchantress, even patted her full bosom in passing.

At this moment, several Daoists each held a cup of clear tea, appearing extremely comfortable.

"There is none left for you, little crane, we have already finished dividing it!" Wuchenzi laughed heartily, holding a cup of Dragon Whisker Tea with immense pride.

Daoist Master Xuyu held his tea, sitting upon his futon as he watched the competitive match, looking thoroughly solemn as if he saw nothing.

"You are all bullying a crane!"

"Mmm—! How fragrant!" Wuchenzi took a light sniff, his face filled with intoxication.

"Enraging this crane to death! Enraging this crane to death!" The celestial crane flapped its wings furiously, appearing utterly apoplectic, before its eyes suddenly rolled. "This crane... this crane will drink iced red tea!"

Opening the bottle stopper, it watched the amber, glazed liquid pour into a crystal cup, a faint fragrance of tea drifting through the air. The white crane then casually placed three ice cubes inside.

It took a deep breath of the scent.

"What is this again...?"

"This tea belongs only in the heavens; rare it is to taste it a few times in the mortal world!"

"..."

Three minutes later, every single one of them was holding a cup of iced red tea while watching the esports match.

Beside them, several Daoist youths held their Dragon Whisker Tea, staring wide-eyed: "This is for us to drink?! What is going on today?!"

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On the other side.

"Over here! Over here!" Jessica walked in front, waving her hand frantically toward the back.

On such a scorching hot day, Carl was dressed in a massive cloak, almost wrapping himself up like a stuffed zongzi.

He looked exactly like someone terrified of being recognized and beaten up.

Shrinking his head, he slipped inside from behind.

"Are you really not afraid of being discovered by that commander of the Golden Fleet?!"

"Shh... quiet down, we are Western Polar Region people now!"

Today, Boss Fang was not at the "My Space" tournament grounds because Xiao Yulv, that loser streamer, could not use the computer, so Boss Fang could only follow along with these commentators.

Boss Fang was currently sitting below the stage in an inconspicuous spot, wearing sunglasses, keeping an extremely low profile.

Turning his head to look, he saw several blonde foreigners suddenly appear beside him.

One was an enchanting woman with golden curls, carrying a greatsword on her back, dressed as a Western Polar Region person.

Another was a blonde youth.

The last one, wrapped entirely in a cloak, was a tall, thin youth with long brown hair and a somewhat mixed-blood disposition.

"Come over here, sit here, there are plenty of empty seats! This person's cultivation is low, we won't be discovered!" Condensing her voice within a localized area, Jessica whispered.

"New friends from the Western Polar Region?" Boss Fang paused, completely failing to consider that those with blonde hair might not necessarily be from the Western Polar Region, but could also be from the external realms.

Jessica and the others were also momentarily stunned.

"It's fine, just an ordinary person who hasn't even reached the peak of the lower rank." Jessica condensed her voice, turning back to whisper to her companions.

"This position is good, surrounded by ordinary people!" Kelvin nodded his head.

Boss Fang cast a strange glance at the people beside him.

"What are you looking at?" He immediately saw the blonde woman next to him glare back.

"Low-tier native! Hmph!"

Boss Fang was completely bewildered: "??? Why are these Western Polar Region people so unfriendly?!"

One had to know that after suffering several setbacks, though these Western Polar Region people were still very arrogant in front of others, they were considered friendly in front of Boss Fang.

However, there was no time to care about this now; the match had already begun.

"Today has arrived at the most critical moment of the tournament, and it is also the day to witness the birth of the champion." The camera had already shifted to Xiao Yulv. "As everyone knows, yesterday our Mr. Mu, relying on his veteran experience, boldly made a judgment and pointed out the six contestants most hopeful of seizing the championship in this tournament."

"Will they ultimately seize the championship? The answers shall all be revealed today!"

"Hiss—! Today we get to watch the battle among those six supreme powerhouses?!" Jessica exclaimed in a low voice beside him.

The blonde man, Kelvin, spoke: "Indeed, I examined them carefully yesterday. Whether it is their strength or combat experience, they can be described as terrifying, precisely as those two stated."

At this time, Carl still did not forget to pull out his wine cup, elegantly pinching the slender stem of the glazed chalice.

Beside him, Jessica had also, at some unknown point, revealed an extremely exquisite small golden platter, upon which were neatly arranged several portions of peeled melon flesh cut into small pieces, elegantly using a silver fork to pierce a piece and stuff it into her mouth.

Kelvin's hands were completely empty, and looking at the two people beside him, his face turned dark.

Perhaps at no time in the past had he ever imagined that after traversing the vast void, there would come a day when he would watch some competitive match in a place like this.

Yet such a confrontation between powerhouses was truly too shocking!

"Too exciting, to think the very first match would feature one of those six supreme powerhouses, Wang Xie, squaring off against that person named Zhu Yanxiao."

"As everyone can see, in the previous matches, the contestant Wang Xie performed exceptionally well, to the point where it would not be an exaggeration to call him the God of Wind!" The two commentators had already begun.

"Indeed, particularly that exquisite mastery over the wind and those wildly imaginative tactics—they truly stand as a magnificent highlight of this tournament!"

"And any seasoned master worth their salt knows that the Windwalker is an incredibly unforgiving class against an opponent with poor mechanical skill," Mu Donglai remarked. "Grand Vacuum and Cyclone are both superb openers—their range is vast, and they easily throw an opponent off balance. If the opponent is even slightly lacking in technique, they might as well just pack it up and get ready for the next match."

"Yes, and look, the match has begun! Wang Xie's style is intensely aggressive!"

Upon the massive screen ahead, howling gales devoured nearly the entire display, as whirlwinds and hurricanes danced like countless wild dragons under his absolute command.

"The player Zhu Yanxiao is being exceptionally cautious, but this simply cannot go on forever!"

The two analysts broke down the match with unerring precision, clearly possessing immense experience.

Beside Boss Fang, a few spectators watched with rapt attention.

To see such world-class, top-tier experts gathered to clash—just the thought of it made their blood boil. How could such a tournament even exist in this world?

Amidst the fiercely enthusiastic atmosphere of the surrounding crowd shouting praises, Boss Fang suddenly felt the people beside him leap straight to their feet.

"Unleash the Myriad Manifestations Wind Dragon Formation! Do it!"

"Wind Shadow Flash! That is incredible! Use that move!" a chorus of sharp screams erupted.

Boss Fang’s ears throbbed with a dull ache from the din.

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