To ascend, I had no choice but to create games

Victory and defeat are common in the art of war, and especially for an entertainment streamer like Wang, dying a hundred times was nothing out of the ordinary.

Moreover, having his undercover identity blown was just part of the job, so dying wasn’t exactly unjustified.

In the rest lounge, there were over a hundred screens set up, allowing players to observe the performances of various competitors and further strategize for what was to come.

Apart from Wang, the head coach of the Dimensional Training Center was also there.

Cradling a teacup filled with goji berries and licorice root, the tea had lost its heat, but the cup was still full.

Coach Lin silently watched the screens, his eyebrows tightly furrowed, his expression as serious as if it were carved from iron.

Sitting beside him, Wang from “Wang Say Games” lamented, “Ah, just my luck. I wanted to team up with Mr. Fang for a while, but the moment I raised my hand, he took me out. Mr. Fang is quite cautious; he must’ve been betrayed a fair amount in the past.”

After taking a sip of coffee, Wang continued, “But I didn’t expect Mr. Fang’s skills to be quite good. He managed a sneak attack on me. However, next time, if I’m prepared in advance, there shouldn’t be any problems.”

“Even if you prepare in advance, it won’t be enough,” Coach Lin stated firmly.

“Coach Lin, I know you’re deeply tied to Fang Cheng, but you don’t need to be that flattering. Not to boast, but I feel like Fang Cheng and I are evenly matched; it could go either way.”

Looking at Wang with pity, Coach Lin pointed at the screen: “Look for yourself.”

The small fishing village where “Helping the Evil” took place wasn’t large, a change Huang Ping made after careful calculation and observation.

With a smaller area, players could quickly come into contact with each other, deceive one another, and consequently create a good gaming effect.

At the same time, the small area prepared the stage for an upcoming outburst.

Once players knew who the Tiger Demon was and who the betrayers were, they could unleash a series of battles in a short time, fully releasing the tension and suspense built up previously and drawing a perfect end to the scenario.

But now, in less than 10 minutes, half of the players had already met their demise.

Discovering that two Tiger Demons had died, Wang sighed, “The Tiger Demons aren’t doing well this time. Normally, it takes about twenty minutes before one is exposed, but why did two die so quickly this time? Are they not putting on a good act, or is there another plan?”

“No, both were taken out by Mr. Fang alone,” Coach Lin replied, his expression still grave.

“Did the Tiger Demons intentionally throw the game? No, this isn’t just throwing the game; you’ve unleashed a flood here.”

Just after making this comment, Wang was captivated by Fang Cheng’s actions displayed on the screen.

Only at this moment did he understand why Coach Lin had looked at him with such pity earlier.

On the screen, Fang Cheng’s Sword Immortal moved as if he were in a realm with no others, slaughtering gods and men alike as he encountered them.

After meditating a few times, Fang Cheng had reached the limit of Flying Swords he could wield, with three swords orbiting endlessly.

The gleam of the Flying Swords was dim, indicating they had not yet reached full power.

Yet even so, Fang Cheng’s operation was still absurdly good.

When the Sword Immortal entered a narrow alley, three betrayers immediately sprang out, launching a despicable ambush.

An Ape Demon broke through a wall, lunging at the Sword Immortal, but a streak of blue light flashed by his cheek.

Thinking Fang Cheng had missed, the Ape Demon was overjoyed and took the opportunity to leap at Fang Cheng.

Unexpectedly, the blue light turned back after flying past and pierced the Ape Demon from behind, ending him on the spot.

Another Ming General tried to strike from below, but without even a glance, Fang Cheng’s sword thrust directly downward, completely annihilating the assailant below.

In the skies, Thunder Law coalesced as Dragon Girl’s figure hovered ceaselessly, soaring like a white dragon in mid-air.

Her Spell gathered, the Thunder Law forming amidst clouds, striking at the Immortal Sword before her.

But compared to her majestic thunder resembling a natural disaster, Fang Cheng merely tossed out a streak of light from his sword.

The glistening sword light soared upwards, dodging numerous bolts of lightning, and struck the Dragon Girl in mid-air, reducing her to dust with a single blow.

In a flash of lightning, the ambush by three players was foiled, leaving Wang from “Wang Say Games” with a chill down his spine.

The three ambushing players were all official competitors from the training center.

One of them was usually too proud to join forces with others unless facing Monkey.

But today, those three had teamed up against Fang Cheng, which meant that in their eyes, Fang Cheng had risen to the same level as Monkey.

Wang was familiar with Monkey’s strength.

The opponent was the widely acclaimed Monkey Sword Immortal, who in recent times focused solely on playing Sword Immortal and no other character.

And in the entire training center, only Monkey could walk away unscathed from being surrounded by three players, and might even manage a counterattack.

After watching for a while, Wang shook his head and sighed, “I underestimated him, I didn’t expect Mr. Fang to be so formidable. Maybe only Monkey could handle him.”

“Even Monkey wouldn’t be up to it,” Coach Lin said regretfully.

“Why do you say that?”

“You don’t use Sword Immortal well, so you’re not aware of just how strong a Sword Immortal really is. Even if an opponent’s move is a bit quicker or more accurate than yours, that small margin is a lethal advantage.”