Ji Feng had once asked a veteran streamer what made an elite broadcaster.
Being handsome? Skilled? Adorably cute? A seasoned driver?
The veteran's answer had been extremely unexpected: stream entertainment value.
If you were handsome and hit on a beautiful woman, and she agreed, that was merely ordinary entertainment. But if you looked like Wu Yanzu, then hit on Sister Feng and got rejected by her, the entertainment value would explode.
If you were skilled, and five Bronze V dogs had rubbed your face into the ground one match, then you crushed a King-ranked player the next, there would be entertainment value.
A seasoned driver's stream crashed, or someone acting cute got called a green tea bitch—the so-called entertainment value was "contrast."
As an upbeat streamer striving to improve himself, Ji Feng had not planned to do an entertainment stream today. He entertained people on ordinary days; today was the day to showcase his "contrast."
"The atmosphere suddenly got tense. Something feels off! The streamer wants to fight all the Pandaren? Isn't that too exaggerated..."
"Haha... Kung Fu Panda 4, martial arts master, Brother Feng..."
"Damn, Brother Feng looks so serious. Is he taking the historical drama route today? Is he about to recite, 'If it benefits the nation, I shall risk my life; how could I avoid hardship for the sake of fortune and favor'..."
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"Open the door..."
The bullet comments were automatically translated into languages from all over the world. At that moment, a foreign viewer heard the Pandaren's voice.
On the screen, a Pandaren beside Ji Feng slowly pulled open the door.
This viewer ate bread while watching the stream. As soon as the door opened on-screen, Ji Feng and the other Pandaren walked out onto the open ground outside the house.
"Oh my God, this is? This boy really fight everyone?"
This foreign friend knew only a little Chinese, yet he had become so engrossed in the stream that he unconsciously spoke Chinese.
"I, Ji Shadowwind, will fight all of you. If I win, then from this day onward, you will honor me as your master... and follow my lead." Standing outside the stone house, Ji Feng looked around as he spoke.
It was dusk, with red clouds filling the sky. Wind chimes occasionally rang in the breeze. The epic movie-quality scene, paired with the elf village's built-in BGM, truly made Ji Feng look like the protagonist. The stream's entertainment value had already reached 70%, and the viewer count was rapidly rising.
His shadow fell over the grass, his robes fluttering in the wind. Ji Feng assumed the raised-hand stance of a monk from the game and looked at everyone.
"Hah."
Other than Kang and Li Luo, more than ten Pandaren spread out and tightly surrounded Ji Feng. At that moment, even the air seemed frozen.
"This is my clan, the Pandaren Shadowwind Clan. To make them submit, I have to fight them for real."
"For a man, the most important things are not status and wealth, but the 'sense of responsibility' and 'ambition' everyone talks about. For my family, I must fight."
Ji Feng sent two bullet comments, written in Chinese with English beneath them—bilingual Chinese and English.
To Jiang Ruxue, those comments felt quite special. It was like watching a movie on a video website.
What men wanted to watch was a passionate battle, while women wanted to watch a charismatic, charming streamer. If Ji Feng had simply fought someone one-on-one today, it would have been neither exciting enough nor cool enough. But now, he had drawn everyone in.
"This streamer is so cute and handsome. Streamer, I want to bear panda babies for you..."
"A passionate battle! I can feel the thrill of the once-every-four-years finals... Half a million viewers celebrating together—this is absolutely incredible."
Regardless of gender, everyone was captivated. In an instant, countless comments flooded the screen.
Ji Feng was preparing for battle, unaware that his beautiful boss was watching him.
"A man's most important qualities are 'responsibility' and 'ambition.' That's what the old man always says. This guy is interesting..." Watching the stream, Jiang Ruxue could not help but smile. She had not even touched her usual favorite Blue Mountain coffee today. "Perfect visuals, perfect BGM, adorable Pandaren. I have to get this guy..."
The instant Jiang Ruxue finished speaking, Ji Feng and the dozen-plus Pandaren began fighting on the screen.
"Fight!"
With an angry roar, one Pandaren threw a straight punch at Ji Feng's head. At the same time, another Pandaren beside him launched a flying kick at him.
Bang!
Ji Feng twisted his arm and first caught the flying kick. He stepped forward and smashed the Pandaren brutally to the ground. Planting one foot on the man's head, he made him unable to get back up.
Blocking the straight punch with his hand, Ji Feng chopped his palm across the attacker's face, immediately knocking him to the ground as well. After flooring two people, Ji Feng darted forward and twisted backward. With a crisp crack, another Pandaren lost his ability to fight.
Bang! Bang!
Punch after punch, Ji Feng seized a Pandaren by the arm and rapidly struck his head with his other hand. After several punches, another Pandaren went down.
"Ha!"
With an angry roar, Ji Feng kicked a Pandaren in the knee. A crunch sounded, and the Pandaren toppled to the ground, rolling around in agony.
One, two, three, four, five. In less than a minute, Ji Feng had knocked down five people. That strength, those techniques—it was truly dazzling to watch.
"Awesome, absolutely awesome! This is undoubtedly Southern-style boxing. I never expected the streamer to use Chinese martial arts today. Amazing... Sir, you are truly talented. Sending one Greatsword..."
"Sending one Campus Belle, 100,000 points respectfully offered..."
"Doubao *66 combo..."
When Ji Feng had fought Shanbu earlier, he had been in human form and had not yet adapted to this body. But he had now been in Azeroth for more than half a month and had fully adapted to it. Coupled with the level advantage, this level of combat strength was not strange.
Not to mention that he had taken an Agility Elixir and eaten food before entering the stone house. Otherwise, these Pandaren would not have been beaten so helplessly.
"Attack together! Everyone be careful, don't let him defeat us one by one..." The deputy leader had not moved before, but now he understood how terrifying Ji Feng's combat strength was. He knew that if they went up one at a time, they would definitely lose.
"I'll pin down his left arm. You hold down his legs, and everyone else attack from behind..." After some thought, the deputy leader settled on a plan.
Stepping forward, he charged at Ji Feng first. With a flying kick, he targeted Ji Feng's chest.
In World of Warcraft, monks had two famous skills: Roll and Flying Dragon in the Sky. This move was the prototype of Flying Dragon in the Sky.
"Damn, that guy actually flew..."
"Flying Dragon in the Sky!"
"If that kick lands on Brother Feng, he'll probably be seriously injured. What incredible momentum—the grass was ripped apart beneath his foot..."
That kick tugged at everyone's heartstrings. No one wanted to see Ji Feng get rubbed into the ground by someone else.
"Good! Get down!"
Ji Feng lightly pressed his feet against the ground and leaped up. Rather than retreat, he advanced and met the deputy leader's attack head-on.
"This..."
Ji Feng actually evaded the deputy leader's strike as he moved. With one hand, he grabbed the deputy leader by the belt and threw him away.
"Not good, attack together..."
The remaining Pandaren attacked together, all pouncing toward Ji Feng. By then, they all understood that the martial arts moves they had mastered could no longer have any effect on him.
"Pin him down! Don't let him get up..."
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven—seven people piled onto Ji Feng.
"Third Brother, will Eldest Brother be all right?"
"Wait a little longer. Give it ten more breaths. If Eldest Brother still can't get up, I'll act immediately..." Nearby, Li Luo and Kang were also worried about Ji Feng. Their hands clenched tightly as they discussed it.
Seven Pandaren pressing down on him was like having a car on top of him, yet even such force failed to crush Ji Feng.
Up, down, up. Gradually, the Pandaren pinning him down could no longer hold him back.
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