The tall pines and cypresses were covered with icicles, and the snow on their branches and leaves fell down in a soft rustling sound as the wind blew.

Against a white background, Sang Ning and Lampson crouched at the entrance of a tree hole, peering inside.

"Snoring—"

A snoring sound, like a saw being pulled back and forth, rang out. Sang Ning looked at Lampson, and Lampson looked at her as well.

Sang Ning, "slept very soundly."

Lampson hummed in agreement and said seriously, "He probably won't wake up anytime soon."

Then, the two of them said in unison, "Should we just charge in?"

[Don't kill them, there's a trap!]

[Shout it out! The tree hole space is enough for Alex. If two more people go in, it will be crowded and won't be good for your performance.]

Yes, don't just charge in. Shout out a decisive battle. We're here for a spectacular showdown, not to watch you launch a sneak attack.

[Successfully launching a sneak attack is a skill in itself. Besides, do Sang Ning and Xiao Lanlan seem like they'd listen to us?]

No, the survivors on this desert planet are all incredibly difficult to deal with; expecting them to obey is pointless. But you really can't just charge in. Just look at that row of sharp spikes at the entrance; you'll get riddled with holes.

[I think so too. For your safety, Ningning, you should wake Alex up and have a proper showdown.]

I'm fine with anything; the method of watching the show doesn't matter.

The audience's special effects comments flooded the two of them like crazy, and Alex, who was fast asleep in the cave, was also bombarded with a bunch of special effects comments from his audience.

However, I was sleeping too soundly, and the dazzling special effects comments went unanswered.

Not only that, Alex rolled over, turning from lying on his side to lying flat, and started scratching his stomach and talking in his sleep.

audience,"···"

audience,"!!!"

She can sleep so much.

[Damn it, danger is imminent, but Alex is sound asleep. I can't even imagine what it would be like if Suning and Lampson burst in.]

[Quickly find a way to wake him up, or Sang Ning and the others will really break in. I don't want to see Alex eliminated for no reason.]

[There's no way to wake them up with special effects comments unless you give a large donation. Large donations not only create fireworks but also have sound effects. Any big spenders willing to give one?]

【I'll do it!】

[I'll try too, but there's a high chance I won't be able to wake him up.]

Just to be on the safe side, let's go all three at once, and make sure they're loud.

As a result, three large donations appeared in Alex's live stream.

"roar--"

A mighty roar appeared the instant the dazzling fireworks exploded, followed by a black dragon flapping its wings, roaring to the sky, each roar louder than the last.

Hearing the roar, Sang Ning breathed a sigh of relief. "Alex's audience has come out."

Lampson hummed in agreement and said, "Shall we wait for him to come out and then attack together?"

"I don't care."

Sang Ning calmly replied, "I can go alone."

"I want to play alone."

Lampson looked at her and said seriously, "You may not know what 'South Asia North Forest' means, but it means a lot to me."

"How is it so significant?"

Sang Ning got excited. She had never heard of the phrase "South Asia North Forest" before, but that was normal. As someone from a remote and impoverished planet, she didn't know much about the Central Star Region.

Therefore, she guessed, "Are you two involved in combat sports?"

"clever."

Lampson gave Sang Ning a thumbs up and laughed, "We're about the same level of fame in the fighting world, but my ranking has been higher than Alex's all these years."

"Alex's supporters and Alex himself are both convinced of this, believing that he is stronger than me in terms of actual strength, but the two of us have never been able to compete."

"So, I want to take this opportunity to tell Alex that being number two is always number two. Just because he's stubborn and good at talking doesn't mean he can deny that he's number two in his old age."

Who are you calling a perennial runner-up?

Alex was startled awake by the large donation from the audience. After opening his eyes and learning what had happened, he was furious and wanted to go out and settle accounts with Sang Ning and the others. However, after hearing Lampson's words, he suddenly felt like killing him.

His fists clenched so tightly they cracked, and his gaze toward Lampson burned with fury.

"I think you're the one who's always second best. Let's have a contest if you dare."

"I know what you two are here for. I can promise you that if you beat me, I will voluntarily withdraw from the competition. If I win, you will not only have to withdraw, but you will also have to admit that you are the perennial runner-up, and that your title of King of Fighters is just a facade."

"I am the true king of fighting."

"Do you think this will work?"

Sang Ning thought it wouldn't work, and the audience thought the same.

First of all, this is a three-person competition, not something that can be decided by Alex's word.

Secondly...

Yes, there is no second best.

Because Lampson, that impatient fellow, had already agreed.

"No problem, shall we begin now?"

"start!"

Alex responded immediately, and then the two, their eyes filled with murderous intent, walked toward the open space.

Looking at the backs of the two who had completely ignored him without even turning their heads, Sang Ning said helplessly, "Hey you two, do I, a grown man, have such a weak presence?"

"So weak that you treat me like I don't exist."

"Huh?"

Alex looked at Sang Ning and exclaimed in shock, "Holy crap, why are you here too?"

"She's always been here."

Lampson looked at him strangely. "Didn't you see her just now? She was squatting right next to me."

Alex belatedly realized something was wrong, and he slapped his forehead, looking embarrassed, and said, "Sorry, Sanning, I was so angry with that bastard Lampson that I forgot you were even there."

"It's my fault, it's my fault."

As he spoke, he enthusiastically extended his hand to Sang Ning, "Come on, come on, come with us to watch the excitement and see how I beat and eliminate that shameless perennial runner-up, Lampson."

"You're always number two."

Lampson corrected him, "I am the King of Fighters, you've got the identity wrong."

"Bullshit, you crowned yourself the King of Fighters. It doesn't count because I didn't acknowledge it. I am the one who deserves it."

"you···"

The two started arguing, and the argument escalated until Sang Ning cleared her throat, "You two..."

"Shut up!"

"This is none of your business. Go away."

After yelling at Sang Ning, the two once again fell into an argument about who was the true king of fighting.

Sang Ning realized that the two of them were currently immersed in their own world and wouldn't listen to her.

She sighed and said to the audience, "I think this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. What do you think about me kicking them both out in one fell swoop?"

The audience thought it was a good idea, that is—