Translator: Noodletown Translations  Editor: Noodletown Translations

In the huge palace, the man who wore the set of fancy silver armor and had two strange golden patterns between his brows inhaled the fragrance of the nectar in his cup with an intoxicated expression. “Since this trip is so boring, why don't we create some entertainment? It will be fun to watch these backward, ignorant barbarians struggle in despair, right?”

“Should we inform the other lords?” The white-robed man with the humble expression asked.

The silver-armored man swirled the wine cup in his hand with enjoyment and didn't reply.

The man with the humble expression seemed to understand something, and he bowed and backed out with his head lowered.

Meanwhile, in the cottage where the influential people had been talking about the broadcast of the E-Sports Compet.i.tion.

Vice Academy Master Xiao looked at Gu Tingyu with a pale face as he asked, “What… should we do now?!”

“Don't panic!” The middle-aged woman of the Qingqiu Family said in a cold voice, “We can always find a way to deal with problems!”

“You guys haven't been to the Sky Relic and don't know their power!” Vice Academy Master Xiao said in conviction, “We are mortals; how can we face them?!”

Although he had learned a small ice spell in the shop, but…

The four grandmasters and the other masters in the game are indeed powerful, but they can't come out of the game!

The stuff in StarCraft is also powerful. It would be great if I can have a carrier! I wouldn't be feeling this way!

But who has such things in the real world?!

Vice Academy Master Xiao was desperate and frustrated. After all, the stuff in the shop only existed in the games and the virtual reality worlds, but their enemies had arrived at their door!

However, Gu Tingyun felt differently compared to Vice Academy Master Xiao after the incident with the Nangong Family. Although their current enemies were much more powerful than Nangong Family, he still had a sliver of hope.

Besides, the enemies told them that the battle wouldn't come until three months later.

“Don't panic.” Having experienced many crises, Gu Tingyu said, “We must keep it a secret and don't cause panic among the cultivators. We… still have time to prepare for it.”

In reality, it was impossible to keep this a secret from the ordinary cultivators. It was a heavy blow to many civilian warriors and independent cultivators who had registered for the first worldwide E-Sports compet.i.tion.

– In the Jiuhua City Shop –

“Old Liang.” A warrior wearing a black warrior suit asked Liang s.h.i.+ in a low voice, “Did you hear that the Spiritual State is facing an unprecedented disaster which might even spread to our Deserted Sea Realm? In the short term…”

He asked cautiously, “Will the No.1 World-Wide Martial Dao Conference be affected by this crisis?”

“Do you think that this Martial Dao Conference will be cancelled due to the issue in the Spiritual State?”

For the civilian warriors, regardless of how hard they worked in the real world, they were no match for the geniuses from the big families due to their lack of resources, poor backgrounds, and weak talents.

But now, in Dungeon Fighter Online and StarCraft, everyone was on the same starting line, and no one had outside aid.

As long as they worked hard, they wouldn't lag behind so much that they couldn't see the top players.

In the games, they seemed to have relived their lives on the battlefields in StarCraft and on the Arad Continent.

A young man who was in his thirties and was wearing a simple gray warrior robe nodded at them while walking past them.

Then, he entered the dojo again. On the screen, there was a male fighter with good equipment, and his ranking the Dojo Division System was an eye-catching [Supreme – 9]

“Old Fu went to the dojo again?” Liang s.h.i.+ asked in a low voice.

“Yeah. Recently, he has been spending about eights hours a day in the dojo. I guess he fights at least 100 matches a day…” The warrior wearing the black warrior suit said, “You know Old Fu's strength. During the individual compet.i.tion of Diablo…”

Fu Jianghe was the Paladin player who had battled his way up in the individual compet.i.tion of Diablo but backed out of the compet.i.tion in the last round.

The warrior wearing the black warrior suit said, “I'm afraid that he doesn't know about the crisis in the Spiritual State yet… If the compet.i.tion is cancelled due to the crisis, his efforts will be all wasted…”

“I heard that the cultivators in the Spiritual State are preparing for war and have no time for the compet.i.tion…” another cultivator said.

For most of the civilian warriors and independent cultivators, the tangible rewards of the compet.i.tion were not important. They valued this rare opportunity where they could get on the same stage and have fair battles with the lofty geniuses of the big families who they could only look up to in normal situations.

[Well, I just want to go to the arena and take a look…]

[After all, I've never gone out of this city ?] In the Half City shop, a bright-looking young man who looked to be less than 20 years old replied. His character in the game was a lazy-looking gunner with a twig dangling between his lips.

After replying with a message on QQ, he immediately plunged into the matches in the dojo.

Gunners were survivors in a chaotic and lawless area in Empyrean. In that place, they could encounter enemies any moment and must draw out their guns as fast as they could to kill the enemies.

To survive when they didn't have guns, they had strengthened their hand-to-hand combat skills and thus created a combat style which combined the use of weapons and combat skills. These special gunners were called rangers.

In the game, this young man used both combat skills and his various weapons with proficiency, and he killed a blade master who was about to use an awakening skill with a kick.

After opening his game interface, he saw that he had more than 3,000 matches on the record.

When he walked out of the dojo, he saw the icon of QQ lighting up on his interface.

“What's going on?” He opened QQ, and anger, loss, and other complicated emotions appeared on his face. “The shop in the Spiritual State is almost empty… the F1 World Champions.h.i.+p might be cancelled as a result?”

Many players in the shops had been busy preparing for the compet.i.tion, and no one had expected that things would take such a turn.

In the Yuanyang City Shop, there weren't as many players as before; it even looked a little empty while the players dwindled.

Between obtaining strength and preserving their lives, most people chose the latter, even though the second option wasn't so reliable either.

Maybe I can leave here and find a place that the others won't find. After a while, this might pa.s.s.

Many small cultivators harbored such thoughts.

Facing such a huge crisis, everyone in the cultivation world at the Spiritual State became anxious. It seemed like Mr. Fang's No.1 World-Wide Martial Dao Conference might end before it even began.