The eSports King's Crush Chapter 1748

The following day arrived. The team's composition had been finalized. This official photograph was a significant event, as it would be prominently displayed on the day of the team points competition. The most critical element for this photograph was the battle uniform, and while company logos might not be essential, company registration details certainly were. The most pressing issue, however, was the team's lack of investors. Some members were ecstatic with the progress, while others were consumed by worry. The online sentiment was predictably harsh, painting them as incompetent and making them the target of relentless criticism. Despite his innocence, he found himself unable to silence the detractors. Ultimately, the prevailing belief was that the Chinese teams were truly lacking in quality at this juncture. “Seeing you all like this brings me some relief. Return quickly; don't bring shame upon yourselves abroad.” “Precisely. It's already embarrassing enough to have a substitute play, and she even alienated her teammates. Now, no one is even voting for us.” “If anyone's to blame, it's bey for being too conceited.” She always felt a surge of anger whenever she encountered such comments. Teng Hui slammed his hand on the table. Adolf, despite his cowardice, felt a boiling rage within him at this moment. “There must be something fundamentally wrong with these people's intellect.” “If things don't go our way and we end up losing, what possible benefit could they derive from our failure?” Han Xi cast a glance at him. “There's no benefit. Everyone harbors a dark side; you'll eventually grow accustomed to it. Now is not the time to dwell on this. The competition system has been revealed to all of us. Our focus must be on securing the highest individual points.” “Easier said than done. It's incredibly difficult to achieve.” Adolf leaned his head against the wall. “We're short on personnel. With Shameless Feng in this state, what course of action can we take? My mind is already strained, and these people are still causing a ruckus. I just wish for my bey God to return.” As professional players, they couldn't possibly fathom such intricate matters. However, the Hua family possessed a certain experience in such affairs. Hua Xiaoyi, also known as Panda, lifted his head and inquired of Zhao Sanpang, “Master Fatty, is it true that we cannot commence the competition without any investors?” “We are the national team; we can always initiate the games.” Adolf asked, baffled. “Why do you ask?” Zhao Sanpang surveyed everyone present. “You don't need to concern yourselves with these trivialities. Just focus on fulfilling your duties.” “In other words, it's confirmed then.” Han Xi stood up, wasting no further time. “Might the Han family be willing to invest?” Zhao Sanpang simply shook his head and reiterated, “You all needn't worry about it.” “The circumstances are quite dire.” Han Xi's eyes darkened. “They seem intent on preventing our participation. It's this collective attitude that has intimidated numerous companies from coming forward, isn't it, Master Fatty?” “Yes.” The response came not from Zhao Sanpang, but from Feng Yi. He had forgone sleep the entire night, dark circles prominent beneath his eyes. Yet, even so, he remained impeccably dressed in a suit, exuding an aura of extreme handsomeness. At this juncture, he could not afford to display any hint of exhaustion. This was not merely a taboo in the cutthroat business world, but also because a team photograph was scheduled to be taken shortly. As the team's manager, he was obligated to project an image of strength. “The team's situation is indeed precarious.” Feng Yi observed his team members, his gaze unwavering. “There are numerous reporters outside at this moment, but that is secondary. Once the competition commences, a deluge of business opportunities will gravitate towards you. As players representing the Chinese team, your inaugural lesson in overseas training begins right here.” He then turned his attention to Zhao Sanpang. “This first lesson is but a trifle,” Zhao Sanpang replied, reverting to his usual coaching demeanor. “Firstly, you must be shameless. Secondly, you must be resolute in your shamelessness.” Adolf, who had been simmering with anger, let out a stifled laugh at Zhao Sanpang's words. “Professional players need only to perform exceptionally well on the field,” Zhao Sanpang continued, looking at them. “Everything else is mere posturing. Disregard any and all criticism. As for those who label you cowards, the solution is simple: engage fiercely in this point competition. I do not seek a predictable victory; rather, I expect each of you to deliver ten percent more effort than usual, maximizing your damage output. Are you capable of this? Can you achieve it?” “I can!” Teng Hui was the first to spring to his feet. The other members also turned their gazes, their eyes alight with determination. Only Panda, however, was looking towards the rooms on the second floor. “Boss, he...” Before he could finish his sentence, a slightly hoarse voice emanated from the corner. It was indifferent, yet undeniably pleasant to the ear. “The damage output is still somewhat lacking, but it will undoubtedly increase by another ten percent.” “Boss!” Panda recognized that voice instantly. He whipped his head around, directing his attention to the source. It was indeed Feng nai. His complexion was still pale, but his peach-shaped eyes harbored a distinct darkness, free from any sign of dejection. Instead, they sparkled as if newly cleansed. His tall, slender physique stood poised by the corner, clad in his battle uniform. As he looked up, he was a vision of unparalleled beauty. “Are you all prepared?” “I am ready.” “I am ready.” “I’m ready!”

Feng nai turned, his tone neither frigid nor indifferent. "Then let's go."

"Yes!"

A line of people, some ahead, some behind, clad in their competition uniforms, moved forward.

Hesitation, apprehension, exertion, and indignation were all left abandoned behind them.

They cast aside thoughts of the past and banished fears of the future.

This cohort of youths, besides their burning passion, possessed a distinct fearlessness and a profound sense of duty.

It was the undeniable insignia of a true Bramble, having conquered every single impediment encountered on their journey.

Victory alone crowned the King, while defeat relegated one to the status of a mere hero's fable.

This was merely the prelude; the true saga was yet to unfold.

Should obstacles arise in the form of prejudice, then they must be shattered.

There was no necessity to justify oneself to the masses, defining who you are or the path you tread.

The singular objective was starkly simple: triumph!

Zhao sanpang observed their departure with evident satisfaction, yet a flicker of unease remained. He swiveled his head, posing a question to the diminutive figure in the white coat, "Little devil, is that Feng brat truly alright? Wasn't he still nursing a fever this very morning?"

"The fever has subsided," the little demon declared, her hands tucked into her pockets, her voice carrying a childish lilt. "You don't appear unintelligent. It's a positive development."

Zhao sanpang gritted his teeth, his frustration palpable. "I'm inquiring about his other vitals. Is his physique capable of enduring the stage? If another persona were to contend, the competition would effectively be concluded."

"Given that all facets of him are now conscious, it shouldn't present a significant issue," Little demon Bo chirped, lifting her small face. Her eyes, large and remarkably astute, twinkled. "He might be making a return quite soon."

Zhao sanpang stammered, "The main personality?" Hope surged within him. "There might still be a fighting chance in the points competition!"

"It rests entirely upon him," Little demon Bo stated, then turned to depart. "Can you untangle the knot in your heart? As it turns out, having a fever was genuinely beneficial. Otherwise, there's no alternative. We could have resorted to hypnotism and delved into his psyche for future study."

A realization dawned on Zhao sanpang. "She's clearly utilizing that young man as a subject for her experiments."

The offspring of Qin Xinji was, without a doubt, a demonic prodigy.

What would become of her as she matured into adulthood?

She was destined to become a calamity upon the world.

Meanwhile, outside, the atmosphere was charged and chaotic.

The instant Feng nai and his entourage emerged, they were instantly engulfed by a throng.

Microphones in hand, they had evidently been stationed there, observing, for an extended duration.

Entry into the training facility was strictly prohibited for them.

This was a testament to Feng Yi's exceptional capabilities, a feat he had long anticipated.

Contemplating the current surge in popularity, any individual who could secure a coveted headline today was virtually guaranteed a prosperous future.

Panda and the others exchanged concerned glances, their brows furrowed due to the transparently acquisitive intentions radiating from the assembled press.

"Almighty K, we've heard whispers that your physical condition is precarious. Is this information accurate?"

"Does this predicament bear any relation to bey's recent apprehension?"

"With the imminent tournament drawing near, numerous members of our team have been marginalized. We are curious about Almighty K's strategic directives as the team captain?"