Kar98K Upon Touchdown!

Jianghai district.

OMG Club headquarters.

As golden strands of confetti fell from the dome of the arena while blood-pumping music played, the few people who had stayed up all night watching the tournament felt a sense of relief.

“With top-notch gun skills and a wealth of unorthodox tactics, no wonder he’s the player with the highest individual value in this tournament!”

After giving him praise, team coach XiaoYao’s face turned serious. He continued speaking, “In the Hua Xia preliminaries of the international tournament after this, we’ll have to be wary of him no matter which team he might be in.”

“Heheh, don’t worry, coach.” Xiaorong joked. “If we’re talking about individual skill, don’t we still have LionKK?”

“Yup, since when has our Guru K ever backed down from a fight?” Xiaohai who was next to him also laughed.

The relationship among them as teammates was amiable; jokes made in each other’s expense were readily shared.

Even so, the people in team OMG were respectful of LionKK’s skills.

As for the slightly plump youth with a student haircut, he continued watching the screen with bleary eyes as the champion trophy was lifted. His heart started to beat a little faster.

That feeling was called ‘desire’.

…

On the other hand, Zhang Xiaotong had also stayed up all night watching the tournament in her live stream channel.

Her chin rested on her knees as her hands hugged her calves. Her two tender feet kneaded the edge of her chair like a kitten. She seemed to be in high spirits.

The bullet screen of her channel was bustling with activity!

“Wow! Vic is the best!”

“We did it! Solo King! That’s such an achievement!”

“Hurrah! Haha, all that effort ‘cultivating’ Xiaotong-chan wasn’t wasted!’

“By the way, did you see Vic’s face when he was wielding the MK14 earlier in the third match? Don’t you think he was hinting at something?”

“Oh! Who knew that Vic was that kind of guy! That’s so gross!”

“Hm? Why do I feel a little excited all of a sudden?”

“…”

Zhang Xiaotong was happily watching the award ceremony when she happened to see those messages fly past her bullet screen. Her cheeks turned red and she spoke in a mixed tone of embarrassment and anger, “You… What are you blabbing about?

“Hmph! That’s enough for today!”

After that, she pretended like she was going to end the stream.

Then, the viewers of her live stream channel collectively wailed and admitted fault. Zhang Xiaotong felt a little better after that.

Nevertheless, her viewers’ comments had reminded her of the scene that had happened earlier.

She looked at the screen on which Liu Zilang was currently undergoing an interview. Her face turned bright red, starting from behind her ears. She quickly dug her face into her knees.

‘Hmph!

‘It’s all your fault!’

…

Colt Arena, California.

After the interview, Liu Zilang was handed the champion trophy by the invited guest Brandon Greene. In his heart was a mix of emotions.

Solo King!

He had been a recipient of the award three times.

However, after that massive defeat which caused a total breakdown in his confidence, the title was once again in his hands a year later. It undoubtedly carried a different meaning compared to before.

All around the stage, photographers from different media outlets had their cannons and bazookas pointed at Liu Zilang, they each had hopes of scoring the next big scoop.

Through the falling golden confetti and the flashing magnesium lights, Liu Zilang found himself looking at a familiar face off the stage.

It was Satan.

He was wearing an incomprehensible expression on his face. It reminded him of the Liu Zilang a year ago.

Liu Zilang flashed a toothy grin at him.

At that time, Satan had already turned around.

Vivian who was next to him blew on her sea-blue bangs and then pointed a finger-gun at Liu Zilang as she mouthed a “pop”.

‘Shooting me?’

Liu Zilang was taken aback and the corner of his eyelid twitched.

On the front row of the audience seats.

Misaka Mikoto was on her feet jumping and cheering. She inadvertently saw this scene and grumbled to herself, “What a bad woman! Shooting Shifu after losing.”

Wang Qianqian who was next to her was wondering what this silly girl was mumbling about.

As she watched Liu Zilang lift the ‘Solo King’ trophy on the stage, the gears in her mind began to turn again. It was as if she was concocting her next big plan…

…

After the tournament, in the hotel.

GodV and the others were preparing to beat Liu Zilang up for pulling all sorts of dirty tricks throughout the three solo matches. However, they welcomed him with open arms after seeing him return with the trophy.

People from the two other Hua Xia teams, IG and Se7en, also congratulated him. They did so even though many of them felt a hint of envy in their hearts…

Come to think about it.

Look at that person and then look at yourself.

Everyone had come to participate in the tournament. It would have been alright if they returned the way they came, with nothing in their hands.

However, 4AM’s performance was too stellar. They scored the trophies of the four-man squad and solo tournament.

Technically, the duo team consisting of master Liu Zilang and disciple Misaka Mikoto also won the second day tournament. It was quite scary if one thought about it…

After a celebratory dinner, the team captain suggested that they should take a photo to commemorate the event.

The arena had already been vacated. Hence, they posed at the front entrance of Colt Arena.

4AM had transformed into graduates of the New East Culinary Academy, a shiny golden pan was in each of their hands. Even though the other teams did not say anything, their feelings were palpable…

Especially ‘that guy’!

A golden pan in his left hand, and a ‘Solo King’ trophy in his right hand.

Two gold medals hung from his neck, they were for scoring the most kills and being the MVP of the squad tournament. On his face was a sh*t-eating grin…

Compared to the other empty-handed players, it was a no-holds-barred display of dominance…

“I can’t take it anymore! Master Ze, don’t hold me back! Let me punch that annoying b*stard!”

Li Muqiu was pulling on Shen Zeyan’s team jacket, trying to restrain himself.

Without saying a word or showing any expression on his face, Shen Zeyan unzipped his jacket and then took it off.

Li Muqiu, with his back facing Shen Zeyan, felt his hand suddenly give way. When he turned around, he saw that the IG team jacket was still in his hands while Shen Zeyan was walking away. His eyelid twitched…

Misaka Mikoto, the silly disciple, was basking in the glory of her master. She was extremely chirpy.

She asked for the golden pan and trophy from Liu Zilang and then took out her smartphone to take a few selfies. She then sent them to her teammates in Neon… [TN: Misaka Mikoto is in team SST, the author might have made a mistake.]

Everyone turned speechless when they saw that, they could only guess how salty her teammates would be…

‘That silly girl won’t be kicked out of her team after she returns to Japan, right?’

…

The next afternoon.

Xindong International Airport, Jianghai.

An airplane landed on the runway. After it had parked at a boarding gate and the cabin doors opened, a group of youths disembarked onto the corridor. They were joking among themselves as they walked.

“Hahaha, I nearly died of laughter.

“Wei-chan was still sleeping when the plane landed. I told him, we’re landing soon. What do you think his reply was?

“He asked, where are we jumping at…”

GodV’s face darkened when he heard Liu Zilang say that.

Everyone else laughed out loud and joined in the mockery.

“Where else, the C Building of course!”

“Jumping to the runway isn’t a bad choice either, it’s just that there are no guns.”

After a round of jokes on GodV’s expense, Liu Zilang closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled. He lifted his arms to embrace the blue sky.

‘This sweet-smelling air of freedom… I’m finally free from the foul clutches of American imperialism!’

As they entered the international arrival hall, they saw a throng of fans and a banner that read, ‘DOUYU WELCOMES BACK THE WORLD CHAMPIONS’. They became cross-eyed…

‘Who the f*ck… leaked the news?’ Liu Zilang scanned his friends with a doubtful eye.

Wang Qianqian was looking at her smartphone intently. The screen of her smartphone was pitch black, she had not even unlocked it.

Liu Zilang pouted.

‘Alright.

‘This is a very SharkChilli move.’

…