Chapter 410: Krypton Gold Boss vs Game Anchor (27)
Wen Xun was playing the game seriously when suddenly a microphone came in.
[Who is this? Why are you suddenly connecting to the microphone?]
[Host, please agree. I'll call another host to see who's better at playing games.]
After seeing this, Wen Xun clicked OK, and the screen was split into two, one half showing him and the other half showing the host connected to the microphone.
[Hello, I saw several people mentioned you in the comments, saying you're really good at gaming, so I'm planning to challenge you to a PK.]
There were 300 people in the live broadcast room of the anchor connected to the microphone. When he saw the number of people in Wen Xun's live broadcast room, he spoke with a hint of disdain in his tone.
He died more often while killing monsters today, and was constantly mocked by the audience in the live broadcast room. They also said that he was not as good as a host who had just started playing games.
He was so angry that he wanted to die. After learning that the anchor's name was taken, he looked at the live broadcast room and found that it was just a small anchor with dozens of people. He wanted to teach this A Xun a lesson and slap the faces of the viewers who scolded him.
Wen Xun's eyes turned cold when he heard his words. What a rude guy! [How do you PK?]
The man opposite him ignored him and said lazily:
[Let's see who kills the most monsters. I'm level 40, but the monsters in the dungeon are also higher level. Whoever kills the most monsters within five minutes wins. From now on.]
After he finished speaking, he started to kill monsters crazily. The weapons held by the character he controlled were very high-end, and killing monsters was like cutting chickens.
[He's a jerk! He actually wants to PK with the streamer. How shameless! He's at such a high level and has been playing for so long, is he bullying us new streamers?]
[What are you talking about? It's a big honor for Qianqian to come and PK with such a small anchor. Who knows how much traffic and popularity he will get from our Qianqian!]
[That’s right, my Qianqian is actively giving away traffic and you’re still scolding him. Are you human beings?]
[You guys are going too far! My home cooking dumplings only started streaming on the second day and the traffic has increased rapidly. I don’t need your popularity as a streamer!]
[Just kidding, how could he be so popular the next day when he was so popular after broadcasting for several months?]
Many fans of the opposing anchor came into Wen Xun's live broadcast room, but it was obvious that they had bad intentions and started to argue with the fans of this live broadcast room.
Wen Xun had no time to deal with it. He was only focused on killing monsters. The platinum knife in his hand was used very smoothly, killing monsters without stopping.
The barrage of comments scrolls one after another, and the exciting monster-killing competition begins.
Three minutes passed and Qianqian felt that he had killed enough. The newcomer on the opposite side definitely wouldn't have killed as many as he had in five minutes.
He relaxed, glanced at the PK screen, and his eyes suddenly widened.
He killed 200, and the opposing anchor killed 190.
In the few seconds he stopped, the host on the other side overtook him.
A drop of cold sweat rolled down his face, and he yelled inwardly, "Wasn't she a new anchor? How come she's so amazing?!"
He originally wanted to get back at the opponent, but now he lost and felt even more embarrassed.
I immediately returned to the game and started killing monsters like crazy. I wished I could break it into ten pieces in a second.
His hands were sweating a little, he didn't dare to underestimate the opponent, and he didn't have time to look at the score.
The competition entered a white-hot stage. Fans from both sides were cheering for the anchors, and the number of people in the live broadcast room soared. The number of people in Wen Xun's live broadcast room had reached 200.
[What's this PK?]
[Pay attention, killing a monster adds 1, which is definitely more than killing monsters]
[Judging from the character's level, the opponent must be a veteran, yet this newcomer is surprisingly not outmatched]
[Interesting! I want to see who wins. I'm going to give the winner a big treasure.]
The barrage of comments scrolled quickly, and the atmosphere in the live broadcast room was tense.
Five minutes passed quickly. Qianqian let go of his hands and looked up nervously. After seeing the score, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
The monsters they both killed were the same, both worth four hundred and fifty.
He had just breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the opponent's score slowly increase by 1.
He suddenly widened his eyes, then quickly calmed down.
[It's already five minutes. Don't kill anymore. It won't count.]
Wen Xun glanced at the screen and explained, "I didn't exceed the time limit to kill the monster."
How is that possible? I saw you add 1 five minutes later.
The audience in the live broadcast room witnessed the whole process and launched barrages.
[Idiot, my host only got in because he killed the monster at the last second.]
[Anchor, it seems you really lost.]
[The streamer is really embarrassing us veteran players. He can't even beat a newbie, so he quit the game, right?]
Qianqian's face paled when he saw the comments. How could this be possible? Was the person on the other end really a newbie?
[Host, why don't we just leave? The other team must have been lucky.]
Qianqian felt a little comforted by this sentence, and was not happy with Wen Xun's attempt to fish in troubled waters.
[Now that the PK is over, I'll leave now. We'll have another chance next time.]
Just kidding, he'll never come again.
[Wait, host, don't agree. There are penalties for losing in PK. Don't let him get away.]
[This bastard, he lost and still wants to run away?]
[He was secretly arrogant when he first came here, but now that he's lost the PK, I think his fate is uncertain!]
Wen Xun didn't intend to let him go, so he kindly reminded him:
[You haven't done the punishment yet.]
Qianqian didn't expect that he couldn't escape, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and ask, "So what punishment do you want me to give you?"
Wen Xun thought about it, but he couldn't think of anything too serious.
[Just ask your fans to apologize to the audience in my live studio. When the PK started, your fans came to my live studio and argued with my audience, even insulting them.]
Qianqian breathed a sigh of relief, it was good that it wasn't him,
[Who cursed in the past? That's wrong. I've been trying to tell you to stop cursing. Now you've been warned, right? Why don't you apologize now?]
He didn't mention at all that he had deliberately let his fans criticize a young anchor, causing the boy who had just started live streaming to quit the Internet.
Wen Xun's live broadcast room was filled with emotion, with comments scrolling.
[Wow, anchor, I knew I was right to follow you. You actually thought of us first, when you could have punished that lousy anchor who disrespected you.]
[Not only do you have a nice voice, but you're also such a nice person. I want to have a baby with you!]
[Not only is our anchor amazing at gaming, but he's also incredibly kind to his fans. I love him.]
The comments in the live broadcast room were all positive, which made the audience who flocked in at that time understand clearly.
[The host is so good? I'll have to watch more of them in the future.]
[I stumbled upon a super good streamer and would like to recommend him to my sisters who have too much money to spend.]
At this time, there were more than 300 people in the live broadcast room, and the number of people had not decreased.
Qianqian never expected that he wanted to find trouble but ended up giving Wen Xun a lot of popularity.
Seeing this, Xu Jinxiao smiled and gave out a big gift, "A Hug of Love."
His action was like opening a floodgate, triggering a wave of gifts in the live broadcast room, and the endless stream of gifts took a long time to stop.
The opponent's Qianqian had not left yet. Seeing that the gift value in the upper left corner of the opposite live broadcast room continued to soar, and his gift value hardly moved, he broke down.
[Is the person on the other end really a small streamer? Thirty thousand in gifts! Who told me to come over for a PK? I'm going to block you, you black fan!]
[What are you yelling at, you loser? If you can't win, yell at your fans. I see through you, you jerk.]
[Then get out of here! Why would you need me, a big anchor?]
Qianqian yelled at the screen, spit flying everywhere, his chest heaving violently with anger.
He looked at the live broadcast room opposite with jealousy, and couldn't bear it anymore, so he disconnected the connection.
Wen Xun on this side was dazzled by the gifts, and at the same time, the number of viewers in the upper right corner gave him a surprise. It was the first time that the number reached 300.
Xu Jinxiao looked at the grand occasion in the live broadcast room. No wonder his wife was able to make a comeback through live broadcast. She was promoted so much on the second day.
Wen Xun sincerely thanked everyone who gave a gift, even if they only gave ten yuan.
The fans in the live broadcast room were extremely moved, and dozens of people joined the fan group.
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