In the livestream, the viewers stared unblinkingly at the screen. At that moment, even the air seemed to have frozen.
On the screen, Ji Feng and seven Pandaren were engaged in a contest of strength. Up and down, up and down—gradually, the breathing of the seven Pandaren pressing down on Ji Feng became ragged. Gradually, they felt that what they were pinning beneath them was not a Pandaren, but a massive adult Mushan Beast.
In this era, unmatched strength was also synonymous with sages and kings. At that moment, all seven Pandaren could not help but feel a trace of awe and admiration.
"Brother Feng, get up! Get up..."
"Explode! It's time to explode, Brother Feng! You absolutely can't go down like this. Get up!"
"I've always been the one showing off. When has anyone ever shown off in front of me? Brother Feng, if you satisfy me with this move, I'll immediately send you a school belle as a reward—no, two..."
"Damn, seven fat pandas are piled on top of Brother Feng. Those guys probably weigh two or three thousand pounds combined. Under that kind of strength suppression, it's just too hard for Brother Feng to get up. But, but I believe in you... Brother Feng, go! Go!"
When a boxer fell in the ring, when he struggled to rise, when he used every last ounce of strength in his body to throw a punch at his opponent, it felt as though the whole world was cheering for him.
Desperately striving and fighting at the lowest point in life, constantly pushing forward—that was what everyone often called "belief." At that moment, Ji Feng was like a boxer, like a boxer who had been knocked to the ground. Every movement he made tugged at the hearts of all the viewers.
Get up, fight, and knock down the enemy before you. That was boxing. That was the spirit of a man.
"This is bad. We can't hold him down anymore. Ji is getting up..."
"This strength is even more powerful and terrifying than a Mushan Beast's. If Ji really can teach me this kind of strength, I'd rather become his disciple and take him as my master..."
"If Ji can get up... then I..."
Just as everyone spoke, an utterly terrifying power awakened. The force he had been gathering erupted like raging waves—yes, with the momentum of towering tides. At that instant, the air truly froze.
"Get off me..."
With an explosive roar, Ji Feng finally rose completely. Along with his words, the seven Pandaren pressing down on him were flung away like sacks.
Several pained cries rang out across the grass. The surrounding Pandaren had all lost their ability to fight. Ji Feng looked around, and everyone was shocked into silence, not daring to meet his eyes.
"Awesome! This was more satisfying than every hot-blooded movie I've ever watched. This is what fighting is!"
"Brother Feng is a fresh and refined handsome man. One look tells you he's nothing like those cheap, flashy bitches outside. Brother Feng is mighty! Brother Feng is mighty! Brother Feng is mighty!"
"Compared to Hollywood's dazzling special effects, I still prefer fights where every punch hits flesh. Iron Fist Ji Feng—from today onward, I'm Brother Feng's diehard fan... Rewarding Iron Fist Ji Feng with two Great Swords..."
"Iron Fist Ji Feng? That nickname's pretty interesting... Good, good, good, Iron Fist it is! Rewarding Iron Fist Ji Feng with two 'school belles,' congratulations to Brother Feng on his successful comeback..."
"Rewarding Doubao *666 combo... Congratulations, Brother Feng."
The evening breeze blew, stirring Ji Feng's linen robe. Though it was somewhat damaged, though it was the clothing of a slave, Ji Feng wore that robe with a bearing that inspired admiration. At that moment, the show's impact had completely exploded.
Ji Feng simply stood there without saying a word. Though the show's impact had already exploded, in Ji Feng's eyes, it was only 99% complete. There was still the final 1% left.
And that final 1%, like Edison had said, was far more important than the preceding 99%.
Huaxia, Kyoto.
Storm Live office building, CEO's office.
Minister Ye took a deep breath and patted his chest. At that moment, the LCD screen in the office was showing Jiang Yan standing with his hands behind his back, quietly showing off.
The office was silent, and the atmosphere was somewhat oppressive. Minister Ye took a deep breath and looked toward Jiang Ruxue, only to see that she was holding a cup of coffee without taking a single sip.
"President Jiang..."
"Ah? What..." Hearing the voice beside her, Jiang Ruxue loosened her grip on the coffee cup. More than half the coffee immediately spilled over her body, and some of it soaked her black stockings.
A stunner. If any man had seen her at that moment, those two words would definitely have come to mind.
"President Jiang, this... It's my fault. I'll get some tissues right away." As a subordinate, one had to know both how to work and how to conduct oneself. Seeing Jiang Ruxue accidentally spill her coffee, Minister Ye hurriedly took the blame.
"No need. We'll talk about it later... I don't want to miss this wonderful scene. If I'm not mistaken, this show isn't over yet." Jiang Ruxue set down her coffee cup, swallowed, and shook her head in refusal.
"This..."
"Right, have the technical department copy today's livestream. Later, give the copied video to the other department heads and have them watch it carefully. Tell them to come to my office for a meeting tomorrow."
As Jiang Ruxue spoke, her eyes remained fixed on the screen without blinking. At that moment, the "1%" on the screen finally moved.
"Cough, cough... I, Yao Shi Shadowwind of the Shadowwind Clan, wish to become a disciple under Master Ji. Master, please accept three bows from your disciple." Before the stone house, a less severely injured Pandaren slowly approached Ji Feng. He knelt on one knee and respectfully saluted him.
"Yao Shi, I am merely passing down martial arts on behalf of my ancestors. When you can defeat me someday, you will have graduated. From then on, you too will receive the protection of my ancestors." Seeing who it was, Ji Feng nodded slightly, raised a hand, and laughed.
The person who had just fought you to the death was now kneeling before you, hoping to become your disciple. That satisfaction was like downing a bottle of ice-cold mineral water after a game of soccer.
At that moment, Yao Shi Shadowwind's submission instantly set off another screen-filling wave.
If an outsider had defeated him, Yao Shi might have clenched his teeth and continued fighting. But Ji Feng shared his surname; they were family. Submitting to Ji Feng was not shameful.
"Yao Shi, from today onward, you are my disciple and the first Pandaren monk of the Shadowwind Clan. Now, give these bandages to the injured clansmen!" Ji Feng spread open his palm, and several rolls of bandages appeared out of thin air. He had taken them from his inventory, and bandages were among the most common items in a Warcraft player's bag.
He had taken them from his inventory, but the fallen Pandaren warriors did not know that. Seeing Ji Feng conjure several rolls of bandages from thin air, all the surrounding Pandaren were startled.
"This is... Understood..."
With an astonished cry, Yao Shi happily accepted the bandages from Ji Feng. After distributing them among the others, some Pandaren quickly recovered from their injuries, and gradually, people began to stand.
"Just now it was martial showboating. Now it's civilized showboating. I used to prefer the martial kind, but I don't know why—I seem to like this civilized style even more now."
"This Yao Shi Shadowwind is dressed in luxury, while Brother Feng looks like a completely worthless loser. Now this rich guy is kneeling before Brother Feng and calling him 'Daddy.' Naturally, that brings an inexplicable sense of satisfaction..."
"The person above is so dirty, but I like it..."
"It can't be this simple. Brother Feng's showboating always leaves clues... This round definitely hasn't reached its climax yet."
The viewers all voiced their opinions. Gradually, everyone noticed the strange scene on the screen. Several Pandaren who had risen to their feet were walking solemnly toward Ji Feng, while Ji Feng had actually closed his eyes.
"Are they going to fight again?"
"Impossible. If they make another move, they'll only get crushed by Brother Feng again..."
"What is this? No, it can't be..."
At that moment, the essence that had been building for an hour finally erupted. It was like the release after doing something indescribable with your girlfriend—at that moment, you practically flew from pleasure.
"I, Pandaren warriors Kang Shadowwind, Li Luo Shadowwind, Mu Shadowwind... We are willing to become disciples under Master Ji. Master Ji, please accept a bow from your disciples..."
"I, Shang Shadowwind, am willing to become a disciple under Master Ji. Please accept a bow from your disciple."
At that moment, more than ten Pandaren warriors surrounded Ji Feng and knelt together. Their voices shook the sky, their spirit surged into the clouds. Even Shang Shadowwind, who had been deeply dissatisfied with Ji Feng, had no choice but to lower his head. At that instant, every satisfying point erupted.
In a battle, it was not enough for the protagonist to defeat his enemies. It was best for him to become everyone's focus, best for the story to end with him standing at the peak. At that moment, Ji Feng had undoubtedly become the focus. He had undoubtedly reached the "peak."
"When it comes to showboating skills, I still can't compare to Brother Feng! Damn, this beautiful scenery paired with this showboating scene is simply insanely satisfying... The reason everyone pursues victory is probably for a moment like this!"
"Awesome. I don't want to say anything right now... This is too satisfying."
At that moment, it was 100% perfectly complete.
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