Players Invade Cyberpunk-Chapter 640 - 206: Battle of the Century
After both parties finished their pre-match trash talk, Brother Dao on the commentary desk followed up and said,
"As soon as these two contestants appeared, they exuded an extraordinary aura. Just listening to their self-introductions made my blood boil. I just wonder how the two commentators would assess their skills."
The Bigwig: "Well, both sides are famous competitors. Huang Ban Sanlang is an aging fighter; he participated in the attack on Pearl Harbor in 1941 and was a veteran Kamikaze member with rich combat experience, but Miles is not bad either. Coming from a Marine Corps background, he climbed the ranks to become President and waged a unification war. It could be said they're well-matched rivals, hard to tell who'll win."
Potato: "A professional commentator should dare to make judgments. I prefer Huang Ban Sanlang a bit more. After all, the past is past, and now is now. Didn't Huang Ban win the unification war? I reckon he might continue his reign as champion."
The Bigwig: "Is it too late for me to place a bet on Miles?"
The screen switches to the match site, both sides
"Alright, it seems the contestants are raring to go, rubbing their fists and ready to enter the arena, eager to battle."
Brother Dao's voice still echoed off-screen, but many players' attention was already captured by the arena.
Not every player has the leisure to watch the match with a Super Dream Ring, so experienced commentators are very necessary.
But…
The pre-match hype from the contestants and commentators was impressive, but once on the field, it's hard to keep a straight face.
Miles' side is okay; at least he's a proper adult in his prime, but on the opposite side…
It's a genuine old man of a hundred and fifty or sixty years.
Huang Ban Sanlang stood on the square platform with a cane, his legs trembling, walking unsteadily. His frail appearance made people worried that he might suddenly drop dead.
Song Zhaomei's mind was completely thrown into chaos; everything she saw in front of her left her unable to think.
The commentator's voice and bizarre words kept buzzing like a demonic chant, continually invading her mind.
"Alright, although this Huang Ban Sanlang looks frail, his moves are vicious. He took the initiative with his cane against Miles. This move! This move is the long-lost—Attack on Pearl Harbor!!!"
The commentator named The Bigwig was blatantly lying, as Song Zhaomei saw no lost technique, just a skinny old man using a cane to jab under Miles.
But Brother Ni beside her seemed to understand what the commentator was saying, struggling not to laugh, his face turning red, and he could only talk to Wildman to cope with the pressure.
"To be fair, this old guy Huang Ban Sanlang really is attacking Miles' 'Pearl Harbor.' NMLGBD, how did Brother Dao come up with this, it's freakin' genius…"
Hearing this, Wildman also chuckled along with Brother Ni.
Only Song Zhaomei remained bewildered, not understanding what the two were laughing about.
And the commentators were still rattling on non-stop.
The Bigwig: "Got him! Did Huang Ban Sanlang's sneak attack succeed?"
Potato: "Eh, doesn't seem like it, oh, I remember. For women Miles' age, menopause has long passed, probably replaced below, Pearl Harbor is empty; it was a deliberate flaw to bait Huang Ban Sanlang to attack. Looks like contestant Miles is very experienced..."
"Miles is counterattacking! She's throwing punches! Both hands are launching an offensive! This move is! This move is Bombing Tokyo!!!"
Miles threw a straight punch right at the old man's face, knocking Huang Ban Sanlang to the ground, with a nosebleed streaming down his face.
Potato: "Oh no!!! Huang Ban Sanlang is down, Miles has knocked Huang Ban Sanlang to his knees, is she planning to drag him back to make Star Rage Strength?"
On the platform, Huang Ban Sanlang clutched his nose and cried out in pain, staggering as he propped himself up with his cane from the ground.
Despite being severely injured, Huang Ban Sanlang's face showed no fear. Instead, the pain seemed to ignite his fighting spirit.
From somewhere, he pulled out a Japanese flag and tied it to his forehead, then held up his cane and shouted
"Long live His Majesty the Emperor!"
Immediately, his previously shriveled body started to fill out unexpectedly
The Bigwig: "Wow, Huang Ban Sanlang seems to have entered phase two, could that be the Kōngtong Sect… oh no, Neon Ninja taijutsu's Eight Gates? Indeed, as they say, opening the gates greatly enhances the user's power exponentially, but who knows which stage Huang Ban Sanlang has reached. This is serious, what move will President Miles use to respond?"
Potato: "Miles remains unhurried, forming her hands into a shield, assuming the Sianweistan technique!"
"Facing the overwhelming Eight Gates form of Huang Ban Sanlang, Miles dodged while attacking, shouting aloud, and in an instant, the arena was filled with phantom shadows, her high-speed movements leaving Huang Ban Sanlang unable to discern which was the real Miles."
The Bigwig: "Such speed, even with Eight Gates open, Huang Ban Sanlang can't keep up with Miles. Faced with this situation, he furrowed his brow, had a plan, stomped his left foot, formed a hand seal, and shouted!"
"Fourth Hokage, show your power!"
"Turns out he was summoning a god into himself! We're not sure which Fourth Hokage he summoned, whether it's Young Minato or Edo Tensei Minato, but no matter which, we Minato players are having a blast!"
