Chapter 10 Ten Games
Seriously?
Five hours is enough to do a lot.
"Huo Ran applied to the Royal Military Academy. It's no surprise that he's being so ostentatious because he's planning on competing in a year's tournament."
Luo Wusheng's voice was not hesitant, just a little nervous.
Huo Ran hadn't deliberately concealed his identity; it was clear he was Huo Ran without further investigation. The Huo family had always followed the Black family's lead, and Huo Ran was a member of Ander's faction.
Luo Wusheng's words revealed not only Huo Ran's information, but also his own information. He wanted to reveal his information to the Demon Lord bit by bit, wanting to know her reaction.
He didn't know whether he expected the Demon Lord to give him some information about himself, or whether he expected her to be curious about his real information.
In short, Luo Wusheng wanted to narrow the distance between himself and the Demon Lord, or he wanted to take the initiative to approach her, and hoped that she could accept his approach, and also hoped that she could take the initiative to approach him.
Such thoughts are hidden deep in his heart, and even he himself cannot detect them. They are only expressed unconsciously in words or actions.
The Demon Lord simply said, "I understand." Luo Wusheng lowered his eyes. He controlled his faint sense of loss and suppressed the strange feelings that were growing.
"Huoran's followers are growing very fast, and the buzz about you and him is the highest on the entire internet." He glanced at the data on Star Realm and Star Online. "If this trend continues, it might reach the level of popularity we had two years ago."
Luo Wusheng was referring to Shi Hanqiao, who was known throughout the galaxy as a waste. At that time, her information was not made public due to the Minor Protection Act, but now she has become an adult and has entered the four major military academies. Sooner or later, she will become a laughing stock in the entire galaxy again.
He had been a bit angry before, but now that he had calmed down, Shi Hanqiao was just a stranger to him, with whom he would never interact, so he didn't care anymore. He only spoke of the analogy in order to meet the requirements mentioned by the Demon Lord.
“What was the craze two years ago?”
The Demon Lord casually asked, and Luo Wusheng paused before hiding Shi Hanqiao's specific information and recounting her story of being a "trash" and becoming famous throughout the galaxy. This incident had caused quite a stir back then, and the Bai family hadn't been able to suppress the buzz.
The Demon Lord didn't know, it seemed that his guess was correct, she might come from an unknown planet that was even more impoverished than a garbage planet.
For no reason, Luo Wusheng felt depressed.
Eating the melon will only harm your own head.
Shi Hanqiao became interested: "From your tone, it seems that you know her and know her real identity."
W nodded and said, "I've heard of it."
Words only state facts, and do not reveal attitudes.
"So what do you think of her?" Shi Hanqiao was stunned for a moment after asking this question. Why should she ask others about their attitude towards her or the original owner?
"I haven't had much contact with her, and I feel she's different from the rumors. Before, I didn't like her because of some things, but I admit that there was some prejudice and anger." Luo Wusheng noticed her change. Although he didn't know the reason, he still answered seriously: "I haven't had much contact with her, but I think she should be different from the rumors."
The Demon Lord seemed no longer interested in this topic. She relaxed on the sofa, touched the pillow and hugged it in her arms.
"Still got time to warm up?"
"Close combat or mecha?"
"Come together." The Demon Lord stood up and twisted his wrist to move it. "Let's go to your lounge. Didn't you say last time that you wanted your friend to spar with me?"
Luo Wusheng's pupils dilated slightly, a flash of surprise passed through his eyes. He tried his best to suppress the curled corners of his mouth and said "OK".
Changing positions, Luo Wuming was the first to actively challenge the Demon Lord.
"I'm prepared this time, just come at me!"
In the private practice room, there were only Luo Wusheng, the Covia siblings, and the Blake siblings.
They all knew about Luo Wuming's crushing defeat, and Josephine and Albert were eager to fight the Demon Lord so that they could "mock" him in front of Luo Wuming.
"Oh my god!" Josephine's facial features froze, and her eyes widened as she stared at the mecha head rolling like a car wheel on the field.
She pinched Ulysses' arm tightly, unable to believe that the battle was over in just a few breaths: "It's over?!"
The Demon Lord's voice came from the mecha: "Who's next?"
Josephine immediately pulled away Luo Wuming who was shouting, "Let's do it again."
"I'll do it!"
In the next half hour, the competition moved from the mecha arena to the fighting ring. The five people except Luo Wusheng took turns to challenge the Demon Lord. They went up with great enthusiasm and came down covered in dust.
After the mechas lost, they were aroused to fight against defeat and became more cautious in close combat.
The result was another setback.
After losing to the Demon Lord three times in a row, Luo Wuming's dissatisfaction was completely transformed into admiration, and he wished he could fight her in person based on the data.
But now he had self-knowledge, and he should feel happy and honored to be her rival.
Luo Wuming didn't surround her with the same enthusiasm as the others, hoping to play a few more games. Instead, he approached Luo Wusheng and said, "The Star Realm and Star Network are all discussing Huo Ran and the Demon Lord. Do you want to reduce the heat a little?"
Josephine's gossipy ears caught wind of the situation and immediately shifted focus to defend her new friend. "I saw it too. Are they mentally retarded? Starnet data can be hacked, but this is the Star Realm, and connecting to the mechas relies entirely on mental power. It's impossible to falsify the data."
In daily life, as pioneers, she and Luo Wuming are often said to be not smart enough, but she thinks those who say that the Demon Lord is smarter are even dumber, without any ability to think for themselves, and only believe what others say.
Celia and Albert actively participated in the discussion, while Ulysses stood behind Josephine on her left, saying nothing.
The Demon Lord twirled his fingertips and asked in confusion, "Why are you so active?"
It has nothing to do with them, does it?
The brown-haired Covia siblings said in unison, "W brought you here."
The others nodded in agreement. Ulysses looked up at Luo Wusheng, then lowered his head to look at the topic that was gaining popularity.
Shi Hanqiao didn't say anything. This was a very novel experience.
The lounge was bustling with activity, and W, who W considered to be rational and calm, blended in perfectly.
The happy time was short-lived. Shi Hanqiao and W's watches flashed at the same time. Ulysses glanced at Huo Ran, whom he had just followed. He was online.
Demon Lord: [Huoran, let's fight ten games. If you win one, I lose.]
The Star Realm public channel is pinned to the top, and everyone can see it. It costs 10,000 star coins per minute.
Huo Ran, who had just gone online to start a live broadcast and was ready to continue the battle to impact the L5 top 100 ranking, soon saw the challenge letter. Faced with the challenge popped up by the system, he decisively clicked to agree.
[Huoran is the best! He smashed the Demon Lord's head!]
[Maintain the order of the holographic battle, Huo Ran, come on! ]
[Painfully crafting a fake dog! In exchange for peace in the star realm!]
Among the comments floating by, some have a particularly clear and unique style, giving a sense of being sober while everyone else is drunk.
[At this point, no one realized the seriousness of the situation.]
You'll know in three minutes.
I don't think it will take more than three minutes.
Most of the excited fans were repeatedly adjusting their equipment to fully experience the feeling of victory brought by following Huo Ran's first-person perspective, but even so, the comments of Luo Wuming and others were all criticized.
In the lounge, the projection wall was not showing a full-view video, but Huo Ran's live broadcast. Everyone wore glasses so they could watch the battle entirely from Huo Ran's perspective.
In the preparation room, Huo Ran frowned. The Demon Lord's mecha was a standard C-class, which was also the most common one.
He felt offended and humiliated because after being promoted to L5, he changed his mecha to A-class. Fighting across two levels, the opponent was somewhat ignorant of his own limitations.
Before the match began, Huo Ran sneered and challenged, "I'll let you know that in the face of absolute strength, any moves that are not up to par will be crushed to pieces."
When he appeared in a C-class mecha, the audience's cheers filled the entire arena, and the praises on the barrage flashed by so quickly that the eyes couldn't keep up.
The Demon Lord calmly replied, "Have you prepared enough mechas?"
Unlike the cheers for Huo Ran, the audience booed and the barrage of comments was filled with insults as opposed to praise.
Start counting down to zero.
The Demon Lord stood still, unlike his previous proactive attacks. Huo Ran disdainfully gathered his energy and rushed towards her.
The several-meter-long mechanical right arm swung towards the Demon Lord's mecha's brain. He wanted to defeat the opponent in the Demon Lord's fighting style to vent the insults he suffered at Edith's birthday party and that this was the price she paid for offending him.
"What were you thinking? You should be glad this is on the playing field."
A sound rang in Huo Ran's ears, and then the cockpit began to spin. After a moment of dizziness, he saw a pitch-black mecha suddenly rising higher.
There was silence all around, and the audience in the stands were stunned. Many of them didn't even see the Demon Lord's specific counterattack clearly, they only saw her dodge and tear off the opponent's mecha's skull with her backhand.
The whole process takes less than thirty seconds.
The light screen above the stadium repeated the battle scenes, replaying them at a quarter of the speed. The movements were clean and unobstructed, and exclamations slowly rose from the audience.
The most shocked people were those who watched the live broadcast and experienced it from Huo Ran’s first-person perspective.
"I think I know what you mean by strong."
Luo Wuming thought about when he asked his brother why he was interested in the Demon Lord, and he said she was very strong.
Celia took off her glasses, turned around and murmured, "Was she serious when she fought with us just now?"
What she didn't ask was whether the Demon Lord was serious in the fight just now?
"Probably not." Luo Wusheng didn't blink. The Demon Lord's mecha was pitch black and cold, standing proudly in the center of the arena. The camera peeked through the cockpit window and landed on her calm face.
He knew that she wouldn't have any emotional fluctuations because of winning a battle, but he felt happier than if he had won.
Luo Wusheng called up the light screen, and the symbol of control over the Demon Lord's lounge came into his eyes.
【Author’s words】
Shengsheng is very good at judging people
(It is easy to misjudge against Qiao Qiao)
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