Lin Zhen learned from Chen Yuan about the Hall of Fame and becoming king.
Although Lin Zhen was only in the Three Flowers Realm, he felt that he was no longer far from that step.
"To become king, I'll need a certain level of fame. Then let this be the battle that makes my name."
By the time the blood-red banner neared the mountaintop, the seventieth tide had already passed. Less than two hours remained before the Virtual Battlefield ended.
"Come watch the livestream! Lin Zhen and the White Tiger Hall are about to fight."
"No way, they really went at each other? Then it's definitely worth watching."
"Whether Lin Zhen is a hero or a bear depends on this. He made such a huge fuss—if he gets eliminated, he'll be a complete joke."
"Either he becomes a joke, or the White Tiger Hall does. Either way, there'll be a good show this time."
The Tian Fang City forums were exceptionally lively. This Virtual Battlefield should originally have had no major twists, at most a few Dark Horses emerging unexpectedly or a few experts making mistakes and getting eliminated.
Yet Lin Zhen had appeared and forcibly turned this Virtual Battlefield into a grand spectacle.
Even people who had not paid much attention to the gladiator battlefield began following it. During this time period, the number of people in Tian Fang City watching the video had exceeded two billion!
The only unsatisfying part was that the video footage was not very clear in the darkness.
There was an open area on the way to the final peak.
Beyond this open ground was the mountaintop, which could only accommodate ten thousand people.
When Lin Zhen and Chen Yuan arrived at the open ground, it was the darkest hour before dawn.