Volume 1: This is a world that speaks with weapons Chapter 32 Crisis and Business
Qi Ji suddenly opened his eyes, sat up from the bed, and gasped heavily.
Then I looked around and found that I was back in the hotel room. The faint morning light filtered through the curtains into the room, and it seemed as if it was already the next morning.
He looked confused.
"Wait, I was executed by that Luo Lang..." He muttered to himself, then his eyes widened and he quickly called up his own panel.
[Transcendence: Qi Ji]
[Transcendence: 85]
[Spiritual: 90/100]
[Skill: Wuming Sword·Missing (0/30)]
[Skill: Master's Strike·Mastery (0/30)]
After repeated confirmation, Qi Ji had to admit that he had lost 10 spiritual points.
How come I lost 10 spiritual points after only dying once and then exited the Tower of Transcendence?
Qi Ji's face turned ugly. He lost 10 spiritual points every time he died. Was it a special case, or would it be like this in the future?
If it becomes like this in the future, it means that his trial and error cost has increased tenfold. The mode that he could have figured out the enemy's attack habits through dozens of repeated life-and-death battles, and then greatly narrowed the gap in strength between the two sides and finally completed the kill would no longer be possible.
The shadow of death at this moment was like a thorn in the flesh, making it difficult for Qi Ji to remain calm.
The only good news amid the bad news was that although he lost 10 spiritual points every time he died, at least this Tower of Transcendence did not require him to fight enemies continuously like before, requiring him to die ten times before he could exit.
If he had been allowed to do this, he would have been finished last night.
He recalled the unparalleled speed that Luo Lang burst out later, and he really couldn't think of any way to deal with it.
"I must find a way to cope or exercise in reality as soon as possible!"
Qi Ji was washing and thinking hard, and finally before going out his eyes lit up and he had an idea.
…
When he got to the hotel gate, a bus full of people was already waiting for Qi Ji. He quickly got on the bus, greeted everyone, then walked across the aisle and sat down next to Yan Qing.
While walking through the aisle, Qi Ji discovered that this time the team was missing three players. They had obviously been eliminated after failing in yesterday's knockout round. Now there were only him, Yan Qing and three other players left.
As soon as he sat down, Yan Qing came over and said, "Brother Qi, you didn't sleep well, why do you look so bad?"
Qi Ji forced a smile, nodded, and made an excuse: "I really didn't sleep well. The bed in the hotel is too soft."
Yan Qing asked with concern: "What should we do? Will it affect the competition?"
"Haha." Qi Ji rubbed Yan Qing's head: "Then you can rest assured, two words, grasp it!"
After saying that, he made the OK gesture that Koreans hate.
The bus moved forward steadily and soon arrived at Tianhai Stadium.
They entered the rest area and waited in an orderly manner. This time, Qi Ji was assigned to the seventh round by the organizer because his strength was re-evaluated and his popularity soared.
The opponent also started to look interesting. He was one of the seeded players that could be seen on the big screen yesterday.
Zhang Zizai sat next to Qi Ji and pulled up the player's profile on his tablet and handed it to Qi Ji: "Your opponent is Jiang Han from the Hema Club. His weapon of choice is the Swift Sword."
Qi Ji took the tablet and saw a young man who looked handsome but had a frivolous look. He had dyed blond hair and looked a bit non-mainstream.
Zhang Zizai continued, "Based on the video footage of yesterday's elimination match, this guy's strength is probably at the fourth dan level, and he's a little close to the fifth dan level. As long as you're careful, you won't have to worry about him."
Qi Ji nodded, put down the tablet, and said with a smile: "Okay, I'll pay attention. At present, apart from Bai Tianhe and Qin Zijin, there are no other particularly difficult players."
This is his confidence in his own strength.
He turned around to look at Yan Qing and asked, "What about you? Who are you fighting with today?"
Yan Qing was sipping a bottle of milk tea next to him, with a mouthful of pearls in his mouth, his cheeks bulging, and he said with a smile: "You are still a small fry, you can win with your eyes closed."
"Then I hope we can win another victory today!" Zhang Zizai waved his hand confidently and raised a flag.
Since the number of players has been reduced to 130 through yesterday's two large-scale elimination matches, today's schedule is more relaxed, with a total of 9 rounds, only 8 groups of matches in each round, and the extra competition tables have been removed overnight, so the atmosphere at the competition site is a little better.
A round lasts about ten minutes. After witnessing Li Kuang, Fang Hanxing, and Yan Qing take the stage one after another and successfully advance, it was finally time for the seventh round.
Qi Ji had already put on his protective gear and was waiting at the side of the stage. He leaned calmly on his straight knife. When he saw the camera pointed at him, he took the initiative to wave and smile at the camera, giving some benefits to his fans.
As for why he was so self-conscious and acted like an idol, it was because Zhang Zizai had a conversation with him last night.
"Qi boy, do you know that you are famous?" Zhang Zizai said this on the phone last night.
"Oh? What do you mean?" Qi Ji replied.
"The operations department in charge of traffic monitoring at our headquarters reported to me that you single-handedly knocked your opponent's weapon away in two consecutive games today, and then killed him instantly with one strike, breaking the record for the fastest kill in the rookie tournament. Now your game video has spread all over the Internet, and you've become famous!" Zhang Zida laughed.
Then he continued, "The most popular military players on blogs right now are Bai Tianhe, Qin Zijin, and you! One of them is a disciple of the Sword Saint, and the other is a descendant of the mysterious Sword Pavilion. Capital has no channels to contact them, so now those capitals and businesses are desperately trying to contact us, Cang Feng, and want to discuss cooperation and endorsement with you!"
Qi Ji immediately became interested when he heard about the endorsement: "Uncle Zhang, have you agreed to them? How much is the endorsement fee? I want to get it?"
Zhang Zizai chuckled: "Why are you so anxious? You have much more potential than this. Let the bullet fly for a while. Take advantage of this competition to show more and interact with the audience as much as possible. The more the more valuable you are!"
So Qi Ji took the initiative to do business just now.
Obviously, the audience liked this. Qi Ji's simple sunny smile and wave, coupled with his already handsome face, tall figure and long legs, made the girls at the scene scream.
Many male viewers couldn't help but comment sarcastically: "This guy... does look pretty good ."
Qi Ji conquered male fans with his strength and won over female fans with his good looks. His popularity exploded rapidly. Many audience members today held up signboards and banners with his name on them and cheered for him.
Just like that, with the cheers from the audience, Qi Ji faced his third battle of the rookie tournament.
The opponent is a handsome yellow-haired guy whose weapon is a Nordic swift sword.
