Inside the stone house, Ji Feng stood with his hands behind his back. The surrounding Pandaren all wore astonished expressions, unable to understand what he was trying to do.
"Ji, what nonsense are you talking about? You want to be our master? That's absurd..."
"Everyone, the age of the sages is over. Are you willing to return to the embrace of our ancestors? I, Ji Shadowwind, will teach you the arts of martial combat. This is a divine art bestowed by the ancestors..." Ji Feng strode forward and stopped before the deputy leader, smiling faintly.
"Ancient martial arts? Ji, are you trying to challenge us?"
The deputy leader saw through Ji Feng's intentions. His face turned cold as he picked up a cane from beside the table. Though he also wished to end the sages' rule, he had no desire to become someone else's disciple, much less be controlled by another.
"Are they fighting?"
The viewer count had already risen, and Ji Feng's provocation sent the barrage soaring once more.
"Second Leader, I do intend to challenge you. But before I do, could you tell me what the strongest Pandaren you have ever seen was like?" Ji Feng pointed one hand at the sky, striking the pose of an expert.
"No, something's changed. It doesn't look like a fight."
"Get ready for some drama."
"Big moment ahead? That's the opening stance of the Domi Heavenly Maiden. Is Brother Feng going to challenge him to a dance-off... the little prince of awkward magical dancing versus Pandaren Extra Number One?"
The barrage surged wildly. That raised hand immediately reminded Earthlings of the terror of being dominated by magical heavenly maidens.
"The strongest Pandaren I've seen? Thirty years ago, I witnessed a battle between a Pandaren sage and a Mogu general. Relying on the power of the Celestials' blessing, the sage once defeated the Mogu general..." As he spoke, the deputy leader revealed a faint smile. He believed Ji Feng would be utterly shocked by this.
"Ahaha... defeated a Mogu general? How laughable. That's the strongest fighting power you've ever seen?" Ji Feng's voice rang like a great bell as he shouted.
Having said that, he stepped forward. An aura far beyond that of an ordinary person suddenly erupted from him, vastly surpassing the Pandaren martial artists in the stone house.
Level 61. Ji Feng's level far exceeded everyone else's, so his aura was naturally immense.
The strongest Pandaren martial artist present was only Level 50. They could never be Ji Feng's match.
"This is..."
"This is a weapon passed down to me through the Ancestral Legacy. With just this weapon, I nearly cut off the head of the Mogu warrior Heifeng Shanbu. Could it be that I am countless times stronger than the sage you spoke of?"
Light gleamed in Ji Feng's hand, and the Wind Sword appeared out of thin air.
Among the Mogu, generals were common, while warriors were rare. A Mogu warrior was no weaker than a Mogu general.
Suppose you told someone that you had once attended a meeting with a city official, only for that person to say that he often chatted and laughed with leaders in the capital. Your first reaction would surely be utter shock. At this moment, the deputy leader and the surrounding Pandaren were all completely dumbfounded.
"Haha... terrifying indeed... Their faces practically have the words 'terrifying indeed' written all over them. Potato-flavored extras, same old taste, same old recipe."
"I just love how Brother Feng spouts nonsense with a straight face... He was obviously almost beaten to death by Shanbu."
"Brother Feng, I want to play basketball—no, I want to learn the veteran driver's art of showing off."
As the barrage cheerfully exploded, the stream's entertainment effect had already reached 50%. Ji Feng put away the Wind Sword and slightly rolled up his sleeves.
"Ji, do you truly intend to fight me?"
The deputy leader narrowed his eyes at Ji Feng and tightened his grip on his cane.
"Don't misunderstand... I'm not targeting you. I mean everyone here... I'm going to fight all of you." Ji Feng shook out his robe and pointed at the crowd as he shouted.
Huaxia, Capital City.
Storm Live office building.
The young, beautiful second-generation-rich CEO Jiang Ruxue sat in her office, flipping through recent financial reports. The glaring red numbers flashing before her eyes gave her a headache.
The livestreaming platform's losses were growing ever larger. As its CEO, she could not escape blame. Even now, she did not know what step to take next.
Just then, a knock sounded outside the office.
"Come in."
Rubbing her temples, Jiang Ruxue slightly raised her head.
"President Jiang, I have something urgent to report... This may be something that can turn around the fate of our livestreaming platform..."
The door opened, and a beautiful woman in a sexy office uniform, white blouse, and gold-rimmed glasses walked in. She was Jiang Ruxue's secretary and the head of the livestreaming platform's gaming department, Ye Feifei. Ji Feng was one of the streamers under her management.
"Something that can turn around the livestreaming platform's fate? Interesting. Tell me..."
A faint smile appeared on Jiang Ruxue's lips as she rose from her chair.
She wore a pair of Christian Louboutin red-soled heels and a Swarovski crystal necklace. Her purple Prada short-collared jacket added another touch of brilliance to her appearance. As an elite returnee from an Ivy League university and a woman of the new era, every aspect of Jiang Ruxue's attire revealed her captivating temperament.
Refinement, knowledge, and the charm of a woman of the new era—these words could all be deeply felt from her.
"President Jiang, more than half a year ago, I signed a gaming streamer. This unknown streamer suddenly became popular yesterday, and just now, his livestream room began its second major World of Warcraft broadcast."
Director Ye had all of Ji Feng's information. As she spoke, she handed the documents to Jiang Ruxue.
"Feifei, go make me a pot of coffee. We can chat over afternoon tea... A World of Warcraft stream has become popular? That is rather interesting..." Jiang Ruxue took the documents and casually scanned their contents.
Ji Feng, male, unmarried, contracted gaming streamer in Storm Live's gaming section. Streamed game: World of Warcraft. World of Warcraft livestream room. Built-in capabilities: able to independently translate dozens of languages; built-in ultra-high-definition technology exceeding 4K quality. His livestream room cannot be shut down through technical means. Communication has not yet been established with streamer Ji Feng. Remaining contract period: 3 months.
As time passed second by second, Jiang Ruxue's expression became increasingly serious. Without even noticing it herself, she had gripped the paper so tightly that she tore it.
There were only three pages, yet Jiang Ruxue spent a full ten minutes reading them.
"President Jiang, President Jiang..." Only when Director Ye Feifei brought over the brewed coffee did Jiang Ruxue finally snap out of it.
"Feifei, I want to see this man's stream. Immediately, at once. Have the technical department connect his livestream room here..." Though something like transmigration sounded utterly ridiculous, Jiang Ruxue did not want to overthink it now. A single look would reveal the truth. All she wanted was to see Ji Feng's stream.
"Yes, I'll have the technical department connect his stream right away."
Nodding, Ye Feifei immediately turned on the wall-mounted LCD screen in the office. At the same time, she pressed a button on the wall, and an image immediately appeared on the screen.
The barrage flew across the screen. Ji Feng was rolling up his sleeves, and the martial battle was about to begin.
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