FOG [e-sport]

Chapter 123

Wawa was shaken by Shi Luo’s mental attack and for a while, he was shaking, unable to speak.

On the other end of the voice chat, Wawa’s voice grew a little louder. He gulped and amidst his mental confusion, hope began to grow in him, “If we encounter Sacred Sword, if we really win...”

“This year’s World Championship crown would be yours. Even if it weren’t, it would still be yours.” Shi Luo’s tone was firm, as if his family had relatives on the World Championship organizing committee, “There would be no need for you to play in the semi-finals. You would be crowned in advance. At least, you would be given the spiritual overall victory. You can go to the Internet to see for yourself. Apart from the European division, who the hell likes Sacred Sword? Many of their own European players are disgusted with Sacred Sword. If you shoot them down in the quarterfinals, this year’s protagonists would be your NSN.”

Wawa was trembling, “But if we lose...”

“Sacred Sword is so strong right now. No one would lose face for losing to them. And if you really do lose...” Shi Luo knew how the sprayers operated and said, “As long as Sacred Sword doesn’t win the championships, the sprayers will let you off.”

“Of course, you don’t have to worry about them winning the championship. Not to mention the finals,” Shi Luo said, all casual, “As long as we and Sacred Sword wind up in the same half when the lottery is drawn, they won’t even make it past the semifinals.”

“I won’t let Sacred Sword live to see the finals.”

Wawa was ready to fall on his knees.

As though Shi Luo had gotten a hold of the script of fate, Wawa was steadily hypnotized by Shi Luo. He truly believed that he was the chosen of Heaven and that NSN was the dragon slayer in this World Championships.

Wawa rubbed his face and let out a shout, urging everyone to start the next game quickly.

Everyone returned to their seats. Zhou Huo looked fixedly at Shi Luo, and murmured regretfully, “...If someone like Shi Luo joins the MLM market, he will definitely be a master of brainwashing.”

“I’m starting to suspect that...” Zhou Huo couldn’t help but add, “NSN’s psychological counselors aren’t as effective as you are...Old Gu owes you a meal. Your bluff was too invigorating. Wawa must believe every word of it.”

Shi Luo refuted seriously, “I’m not fooling anyone, thank you. I am that confident.”

Zhou Huo: “......”

“I’ve always said that this year’s group stage draw was crap. The distribution of strong and weak teams is too uneven.” Old Qiao looked at Shi Luo anxiously. “We made it through as the first team in Group A and it’s made Shi Luo’s head swell...Luo, listen to me. There won’t be that many Experience Baobao’s in the quarterfinals.”

Shi Luo glanced at Old Qiao, his expression unchanged. “So what if there aren’t any Experience Baobao’s? We’ll win all the same.”

Chen Huo said softly, “In previous competitions...there were a lot of players that also entered the World Championships in their teens, but there really aren’t a lot who could go ‘f*ck everything’ like you.”

“Manager Zhou, maybe you should do a documentary recording Shi Shen’s time here in the World Championships. Later, you can sell it to the big teams.” Puppy, this money making genius said, “Have them show it to their newcomers. Just tell them that if Xuanzang were to watch our team video, he could revolt; Wu Dalang would dare to climb Liangshan. Suggest to them that each of their successful youth trainees, after joining the team, should first watch Shi Shen’s documentary one hundred times to undergo brainwashing.”