Chapter 39 – Guild War Begins
by Salted FishSister Blood Bull said, “I have to answer to my Commander.”
438 said, “Our legion is great, and our Commander is great too! Our Commander is ga—”
Pfft, let’s not imagine the second half of that sentence!
Birdy said, “That’s why he’s my Legion Commander now.”
Even with an IQ of twenty or lower, Fang Zheng could sense his teammates’ sentiments. After playing games for so long, this was the first time he felt that having companions was…
“Has the healer recovered yet? The team battle is about to start!” 2B’s voice was like a Cloud Piercing Arrow, cutting through Fang Zheng’s surging passion.
“He should be fine. Didn’t you comfort him several times already?” Sister Blood Bull sprinkled ice over his already blocked passion.
“A weak soldier only weakens one, but a weak leader weakens the whole team. Commander, you absolutely can’t embarrass us,” 438 earnestly urged.
Mad Lad succinctly stated, “Since you’re in this position, even if you have to puff yourself up, you’d better play the part!”
The burden of being a Commander… is so heavy TAT
After a short break, the team battle officially began.
Unlike solo PvP, the team battle map was more like a dungeon—twisting, complex, full of traps, and occasionally spawning one or two mobs. Of course, there were definitely no bosses, because if a particularly vicious one wiped out a whole team, who would the championship go to—the other team or the boss?
Similarly to solo PvP, the spawn points for contestants in the team battle were randomized. This increased the likelihood of battles breaking out before teams fully assembled. Some argued this undermined the essence of “team” battles—in the extreme case, if all seven members of each team encountered opponents at different spawn points, the team battle would effectively become seven simultaneous solo matches. However, the probability of this was so low that the organizers were willing to take the risk to avoid the dull spectacle of a straight-up seven-on-seven DPS race.
[System] Commentator: The solo matches have concluded, with Ghost Server Legion temporarily leading 4-2. Next up is the long-awaited team battle—let’s see what surprises these two teams have in store for us!
[System] Commentator: Of course, communication tools will still be disabled during the team battle, so now is the precious time for teams to finalize their tactics! It’s time to test their synergy!
[Contestant] Nicknamed White Dragon Horse: Just book seven seats at an internet cafe, right? =_=
[Contestant] Harry Porret: So that’s how Five Peaks Pavilion cheats, huh.
[Spectator] Forever Love Legend: [disdain]
[Spectator] Soft Girl Seeking Sugar Daddy: [disdain]
[Spectator] Lonely Little Hand: [disdain]
[Spectator] Colorful Clouds Fly: [disdain]
[Contestant] Nicknamed White Dragon Horse: Damn, you’re telling me Huaxia Dominion isn’t gathered together?
[Contestant] Harry Porret: [disdain]
[Contestant] Nicknamed White Dragon Horse: Drink~~~~
[Contestant] Drink Till You Drop: You have been expelled from the legion.
[Contestant] Nicknamed White Dragon Horse: Huh?????
[Contestant] Drink Till You Drop: Just kidding ^_^
[Contestant] Nicknamed White Dragon Horse: Commander, don’t play with me like this… TAT
As they spoke, Meteor Blitz and Ghost Server Legion were teleported into the Arena. In the eyes of the spectators, the entire Arena slowly transformed into a massive luxury cruise ship. As usual, the audience waited for the team members to appear one by one in their God’s-eye view. But soon, they realized something was off—the God’s-eye view had split into fourteen separate live feeds, arranged in two rows of seven. Each feed corresponded to a team member, with their location marked in the upper right corner—deck, first-class level, economy level, steerage level, engine room, etc. Even so, the audience could only follow the contestants’ movements to capture the action. For instance, if two contestants were both on the first-class level but in different locations, the audience would still see two separate feeds. Only when the two contestants met would the feeds merge into one, doubling in size. By the same logic, if all team members eventually gathered together, the feed would become a single full-screen display.
[System] Commentator: Although we were informed beforehand that special maps would feature innovative God’s-eye views, seeing it in action still takes some getting used to. This full-screen display is really dizzying.
[System] Commentator: Contestant spawn points are evenly distributed, from the bottom engine room to the top deck. It seems unlikely the teams will meet anytime soon. While we wait, let’s hear your thoughts on this new God’s-eye view!
[Spectator] Dominate the World: When I built my PC at the start of the year, I chose a 27-inch monitor. I’m a genius…
[Spectator] Old Harmony Squad: Damn it, Laozi only has 19 inches!
[Spectator] Pluck Feathers from Passing Geese: Floors above and above that—how do you think I feel with my 15-inches…
[Spectator] City of Golden Armor: Actually, this length is fine.
[Spectator] Bright Springtime: More than fine—it’s practically tentacle-worthy ╮(╯_╰)╭
[Spectator] Fighting Monsters and Falling in Love: Tentacles are super cute >_<
[System] Commentator: Brother Feifan sincerely advises all players to watch fewer of those animation films you can’t find on Baidu =_=
[System] Commentator: Back on topic—some players have complained that the voice chat ban doesn’t completely prevent teams from coordinating privately. But the competition system improves step by step, and loopholes will inevitably be exploited along the way. It’s not a matter of right or wrong. To be brutally honest, if you’re trying to win, what team wouldn’t exploit a loophole?
[Arena] Milk is Mom: Birdy, 2B, Mad Lad, Sister Blood Bull, Your Uncle, 438, where are you guys~~=_=
[Arena] Greatsword: What the hell is this crappy place? I can’t find my way out after all this time! Big H, have you guys regrouped yet?
[System] Commentator: Okay, some do =_=
Strangely enough, the two teams on the luxury cruise ship were indeed among the rare few not gathered together. Ghost Server Legion was, well, a rag-tag bunch—objectively and subjectively, they lacked the conditions to gather. As for Meteor Blitz, it was much the same. While they could have chosen legion members from the same location to form a team, their Guild Leader Greatsword insisted on fairness and held legion-wide tryouts, resulting in the current lineup—and the tragedy of members scattered across the country.
Logically, when the captain asks a question, the team members should answer.
But damn it, couldn’t the captain think before speaking?!
The team members were exasperated—
[Arena] Refined Into a Demon 438: Commander, if I tell you my location, I’ll be exposed >_<
[Arena] Water Phantom: Commander, barring any accidents, this is a cruise ship. Also, please don’t expose your own location.
[Arena] Polly: Commander, please refer to Water Phantom’s words.
The Commander was troubled, but the team members weren’t having an easy time either. Currently, the audience could see that Crossplayer’s Blessing, 2B Fighter Jet, and Guild Leader Greatsword were all in the engine room at the bottom; Polly, Kill All Who Block Me, and Kill Gods If They Block Me were in steerage; Sister Blood Bull, Mad Lad, Big H, and Wandering Physician Water Phantom were in economy class; Leaves Fall on Chang’an and Gentle Blade were in first class; above first class was the deck, where Refined Into a Demon 438 was about to imitate Rose1From the Titanic movie. and feel the sea breeze head-on. As for the very top of the mast, Milk is Mom sat there in white robes, swaying in the wind like a freshly laundered tank top hung out to dry…
Everyone was desperately searching for teammates while also guarding against suddenly appearing opponents—possibly more than one!
The audience’s patience wore thin as the fourteen contestants—well, okay, the two on the deck and mast didn’t count—twelve contestants dashed around aimlessly. Finally, two feeds in the engine room merged! The system reacted faster than the commentators—Crossplayer’s Blessing and Greatsword had encountered each other!
The two met in the engine room’s core chamber, filled with gears, instrument panels, and many old-fashioned mechanical devices moving rhythmically. The room was practically impassable!
[System] Commentator: Fighting in a place like this really tests PVP skills! The first match was a direct duel between these two contestants! It was truly a fierce battle that shook heaven and earth! In the end, Greatsword narrowly won!
[System] Commentator: Will this rematch give us a different outcome?
[System] Commentator: As we speak, Greatsword has already swung his blade—Lone Wolf Howl!
[System] Commentator: Crossplayer’s Blessing tried to dodge but failed!
[System] Commentator: Crossplayer’s Blessing took the chance to run away as Greatsword lunged again! Probably because the fighting distance was too close!
[System] Commentator: Greatsword gives chase! Crossplayer’s Blessing and Greatsword engage in a fierce game of cat and mouse around a massive gear machine!
In the feed, Crossplayer’s Blessing fled in disarray, already down to two-thirds HP. As he ran, he buffed himself with Rally, Fervor, Ironclad—anything he could—but his attacks rarely landed. So much so that Greatsword could leisurely type mid-chase—
[Arena] Greatsword: Stop running. What’s the point of dragging this out?
[Arena] Greatsword: Switch! Bring out the guy I fought in the first match! This one’s no fun!
[Arena] Milk is Mom: I’m up here~~ Come, listen to the sound of the sea with me~~=_=
[Arena] Greatsword: Who are you? =_=
[Arena] Milk is Mom: You should show some respect to an opponent who could’ve killed you with a single strike if not for an unexpected account takeover.
[Arena] Greatsword: What single strike?!
[Arena] Milk is Mom: Or maybe chopped you like vegetables?
[Arena] Greatsword: …
[Arena] Milk is Mom: Your Uncle~~
[Arena] Greatsword: Are you fucking insulting me?!
[Arena] Milk is Mom: Did you escape yet~~
[Arena] Crossplayer’s Blessing: Yeah, I got away!
[Arena] Milk is Mom: Good boy~~
The sea breeze blew.
Ghost Server Legion Leader Milk is Mom continued to sway on the mast like a tank top.
[Spectator] I Love Pineapple: Conversing casually.
[Spectator] Pluck Feathers from Passing Geese: Enemy ships reduced to ashes.
[Spectator] Sword God of Shu Mountain: This is what a Commander should be.
[Spectator] One-Armed Blade: Graceful poise.
[Spectator] Young Madam of the Northeast: Exuding shamelessness.
Fang Zheng had no idea about the flood of praise from the audience—otherwise, he’d have blown countless kisses in return.
But the audience also had no idea about his calculations.
In a sense, team battles were similar to dungeon runs—healers were key. If anyone else died, it was manageable, but if the healer died, it was a wipe. Based on the current situation, everyone was scattered. If he recklessly charged down, meeting teammates would be fine, but what if he ran into opponents? One, he could probably handle, but two? So it was better to wait here. Since everyone inside the ship would want to regroup, the exterior was undoubtedly the best place for assembly or combat. So he waited, watching carefully from his high vantage point.
But damn it, could 438 stop leaning over the railing to look at the sea?! Even if there’s no one on the deck right now…
[System] Commentator: Ghost Server’s Demon Refiner has fallen into the sea!!
[System] Commentator: What’s he doing?! Was it an accident or part of a plan?
[Arena] Refined Into a Demon 438: Commander, there’s a monster in the water!
[Arena] Milk is Mom: Could you have said that before jumping in? Also, you’ve exposed yourself =_=
[Arena] Refined Into a Demon 438: It’s fine. The water’s so big they won’t find me. Plus, I have 748!
[Spectator] Bringing My Own Rations: Forgive my ignorance, but what the hell is 748?
[Spectator] Heaven’s Popcorn: If pronounced, it sounds like, “Go die.”
[Spectator] World in Chaos: He yelled “Charge, 502!” when summoning Zhong Kui’s Sister before.
[Spectator] Young Marshal of the Northeast: Is it so hard to give your pet a normal name?
[Spectator] Young Madam of the Northeast: I think the real issue is—he seems unable to climb back up…
Sure enough, in the feed, the Demon Refiner, having failed to capture the mob and forced to kill it, was now scratching at the ship’s hull like a drowning cat =_=
[Arena] Refined Into a Demon 438: 55525 is pronounced as “wu.” 555= “wuwuwu,” the sound of sobbing., Commander…
[Arena] Milk is Mom: Now you call for me…
[Arena] Milk is Mom: What were you thinking when you jumped in!!!
[Arena] Refined Into a Demon 438: I thought since it’s the New Year, beating kids is better than being idle…
[System] Commentator: A sudden twist—Ghost Server Legion’s Demon Refiner executed a graceful dive into the water, efficiently wiping out his own combat power.
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