Every year, when tournament season arrived, it gave the Iron Blood Brotherhood and Lu Yang quite a headache. The Iron Blood Brotherhood's upper ranks were all arena experts. Years of combat had made their mechanics even stronger than those of professional fighters; they were battle-hardened veterans. Thus, whenever the finals came around, the guild's high-level forces were at their most depleted.
This year was fairly good. Turbid Wine, Sun Yu, and the others had been eliminated early, while some had chosen not to participate. But even so, if Bu Dengtian launched a sneak attack, it would still have a major impact.
"I gave the information to Bu Dengtian. I doubt he'll still be thinking about launching a sneak attack," Mo Long said to Tu Feng over the phone.
Tu Feng relayed the message to Lu Yang. "Should we report Bu Dengtian now?"
Lu Yang shook his head. "That would be letting him off too easily. I won't spare that bastard. Go find someone to write a news article. Say that Bu Dengtian intends to sneak-attack the Iron Blood Brotherhood during the finals, disregarding the feelings of our countrymen and trying to distract us. Let players across the country curse him to death."
"Yes." Tu Feng immediately called the public relations department.
What Lu Yang described could be viewed as either serious or trivial. At its smallest, it was merely a few schemes employed in a conflict between two guilds. At its largest, it was an act that disregarded the feelings of their fellow countrymen.
At this stage, the Iron Blood Brotherhood was the banner of Chinese players. With the Iron Blood Brotherhood and Lu Yang, the Fire Emperor, standing behind them, they all held their heads much higher.
In the past, championships always went to other countries. Aside from table