Black Tech Internet Cafe System - Chapter 543

Chapter 543 – A Bigger Arena

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Noodletown Translations

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Noodletown Translations

In this E-Sports Competition, there were two games, StarCraft and Dungeon Fighter Online. These two mysterious figures clicked on the link in the game interface and saw two options for registration. One was the F1 World Companionship, and the other was the StarCraft World Championship Series.

Although the people in this world didn’t quite understand these names for the competition, they didn’t think too much about them since this whole event was called the No.1 World-Wide Martial Dao Conference.

Besides them, all the players of the Jiuhua City Shop and Half City Shop had received the letter through their QQ or the system in the games.

After the registration, they would enter the Ladder Ranking Competition in StarCraft or the Division Ranking System in the dojo of Dungeon Fighter Online for the initial selection stage.

After all, the previous Diablo 2 and the King of Fighters Competitions happened when the players in the two shops numbered in the several thousands, almost reaching 10,000.

Even the number of players who had bought membership cards in Jiuhua Shop had surpassed the combined number of players of the Jiuhua City Shop and the Half City Shop participating in the previous competitions!

At that time, the shops had only players from the Wuwei Daoist Alliance and a few forces in the Morning Star Sea Realm. Now, the players came from Yundian Upper Realm, all the major factions, and even the prosperous Spiritual State.

The players even included the people of the Ultimate West Realm who had come from the distant snow mountains in the far west and excelled in martial arts.

The players also included the members of the most ancient families such as Xuanyuan and Qingqiu.

All of them might enter this competition.

For the original players in the Jiuhua City Shop and Half City Shop, this was a gala that they had never witnessed before.

Watching the players talking animatedly about the event of the shop, Fang Qi realized that the previous competitions were child’s play compared with this event which was grander and much bigger.

…

– In the Jiuhua City Shop –

Nalan Mingxue sat on a couch with a bottle of Coke in her hand.

While wearing a snow-white robe, her ice-statue-like face looked even more charming.

She had received the message through QQ on her communication jade. As someone who had won more than one championship, she didn’t feel any pride in the first places that she had gotten in the past.

She had a vague feeling that the past competitions were nothing compared to the current F1 World Companionship and StarCraft World Championship Series.

In the past, she had been so familiar with the participants that she had a clear idea who would encounter who in the matches and even who would enter the finals.

She could even guess some of the results.

But now, the situation had changed.

She didn’t even know what kind of opponents she would meet and where they might be from.

Each shop had players from different forces. It was quite possible that she might meet a genius who she had never seen before.

In fact, even Fang Qi didn’t know about the top-tier masters in the shops. For example, the spitfire player with the ID ‘Master Zhou’ whom Fang Qi had encountered in the game was someone he had never heard of before. However, this man had worked well in the team. He had ordinary equipment but had a very high level; it meant that he was a master.

Nalan Mingxue had never had this feeling before. She felt that she was facing a truly unknown world and a real challenge.

Different from other players, the earliest players in Jiuhua City had heard the legendary stories about E-Sports competitions from Mr. Fang.

When Nalan Mingxue won the first championship, she had wished that someday she would stand the tallest not among a small group of people but among the players from all over the world as told in the stories.

…

Meanwhile, the people of the Ultimate West Realm had also gathered in the shop.

The cultivators of the Spiritual State glared at them with dark expressions since these people were aggressive in grabbing seats and were quite arrogant.

The worst one was Gabriel. After lying in bed for a long time, he had recovered from his injuries, but his personality hadn’t improved as he didn’t learn a lesson.

“Look at what this guy is doing now!” Elder Yu’s face was twisted with anger while he looked at the game interface.

In the Legend of Mir 2, people had to go to the world channel for the Legend of Mir 2 on QQ if they wanted their words to be seen by all other players.

However, Dungeon Fighter Online was different. It had an extra interface in the game for this function and no longer required QQ.

The players could choose to attach a gadget named Magic Communicator on their arms or on their storage bags.

This gadget could record some information in the game, including the information about items and equipment acquired, adding friends, teams, and game announcements.

If someone spoke on it, the messages could be seen by all the players in the game. However, not everyone could speak using this method. To talk on it, players must buy an item named Magic Horn, and the players could only talk once with each horn.

That was why few people would talk on it unless they were announcing something very important. Usually, the players would turn on the alert function of this gadget so that they could receive important information and updates.

However, on this interface, a player with the ID ‘Demonic God Gabriel’ said, [Who was that? Who was so arrogant?! Come on! Talk to me! Why aren’t you talking? You dared to kick me out of the team but can’t afford to pay crystals to speak here?!]

He had posted several similar messages.

Finally, a player with the ID ‘True Dragon Hermit’ couldn’t bear it anymore. [Don’t ever team up with this guy. When an Abyss Demon appeared in the dungeon, he ignored orders and did whatever he wanted, dragging his teammates to death with him!]

Demonic God Gabriel said, [You guys are so weak; you should feel honored that I was willing to carry you. How dare you accuse me of messing around?!]

“…”

Then, messages on the Magic Communicator almost flooded the screen.

They argued about topics from dungeon fight to crystals until…

[Didn’t you say that you’re not short in crystals? Come on! Using the horns! 320!]

[I’m not afraid of you! 320!]

[321!]

[321!]

Demonic God Gabriel posted, [322! Granddaddy has many magic horns!]

True Dragon Hermit replied, [Do you think you have endless crystals?! 322! Continue!]

Not only cultivators of the Spiritual State but the cultivators and warriors in other shops as well had dark expressions on their faces.

Are they two damn morons!

-One hour later-

[3264! Any more horns?]

They had spent thousands of crystals on horns?!

How come they are still doing it?

The cultivators and warriors playing Dungeon Fighter Online were no longer angry. Instead, they began to entertain themselves by watching this drama.

“The magic horn costs one crystal each, right?”

“Yeah… So expensive!”

“With so many crystals, they could have made a Sky Outfit Set!”

At this moment, even Luo Piaoling’s face had turned dark, furious that Gabriel was so stupid as to enter a competition of buying magic horns!

He glanced at the brown-haired young man sitting near him and found that the latter had no intention to stop this moronic competition.

The guy is crazy.

While cussing silently, Luo Piaoling shook his head, clicked open the link to F1 World Companionship, and registered.