"What’s going on?"
"They both fell out of the ring?"
"So who won and who lost?"
"I saw it clearly. 66527 was the one who dragged Taoli Bubian out."
"They both fell out of the ring, so does that mean they both lose and the third-place ’Happy Boy’ becomes number one?"
"In your dreams. There are judges, it’s not your place to spout nonsense."
...
The turn of events was far beyond anyone’s expectations. The Dragon and Tiger Cup had been held for so many years, but this was the first time both finalists had fallen from the ring together.
After a few minutes of chaos, the organizers announced their decision.
"This year’s Dragon and Tiger Cup has its first-ever tie. Taoli Bubian and 66527 are joint first-place winners."
Before the crowd could react, the organizers played the judging video.
On the screen, two figures—one gold, one black—fell sideways onto the ground at almost the exact same moment.
Someone protested, "You can look at it frame by frame! I don’t accept a tie!"
There were quite a few voices like this, but the organizer’s announcement was louder.
"The original purpose of the Dragon and Tiger Cup isn’t to force a win or a loss, nor is it to rank participants. We are here to select suitable talent for the military."
Not all universities are like the Imperial Capital Military Academy, which arranges frontline internships for its students. The organizers are from the armies of the four major survival bases. They hold the Dragon and Tiger Cup to scout for talent and recruit promising individuals into the military.
As soon as this was said, the clamoring crowd fell silent.
While some people objected, others were naturally quite pleased with the result.
"Honestly, I would have been fine with either Taoli Bubian or 66527 winning. Having them both take first place is the best possible outcome."
"Yes, yes, yes! I’m totally starting to ship them now."
"The scene of them falling together was actually kind of beautiful."
"You guys need to stop shipping them blindly. What if Taoli Bubian and 66527 have horribly ugly faces under those masks?"
"So what? Since I can’t see their faces, they’re drop-dead gorgeous in my mind. And even in the worst-case scenario, if they are ugly, that’s their problem. If this ship isn’t fun anymore, I’ll just find another one."
Shen Lu didn’t listen to the rest and logged out of the game.
She was very satisfied with the result. It was further proof that a protagonist’s halo wasn’t invincible.
Not long after she logged out, Fu Cheng did as well. He was a little frustrated.
"I’m still not strong enough."
He hadn’t expected to fail. His opponent was an old rival, and one he had always defeated before.
Normally, he wouldn’t have needed to resort to such petty tricks; he could have just crushed them with raw power. But now, even after using those tricks, the best he could manage was a draw.
Fu Cheng found it a little hard to accept.
"That was amazing. If it were me, I wouldn’t have lasted ten seconds in the ring," Shen Lu said comfortingly. "Besides, your injuries haven’t fully healed, so that must have affected your performance."
She wasn’t wrong about that last part.
The game connected directly to one’s Spiritual Sea. Fu Cheng’s Spiritual Sea was less than fifty percent recovered, so his strength was naturally a far cry from what it used to be.
Fu Cheng let out a long sigh.
Shen Lu smiled. "The game is beautifully made. No wonder you play it every day."
"This game has been running for many years. It’s constantly updated and has very few bugs."
"Oh, right. Doesn’t first place in this competition get you a chance to join the military? When they come looking for you in a couple of days, what are you going to tell them?"
A cold smile touched Fu Cheng’s lips. "I won’t need to."
’When the organizers follow the address he provided and see what he looks like, will they still be able to offer him a spot in the military?’
Shen Lu’s heart skipped a beat. She thought she’d misheard and had to double-check.
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