Kramal Planet.
The Battle of Heavenly Talents was in full swing.
Seventh Order transcendents used half a planet as their battlefield, while high-speed cameras captured every frame of every battle.
Expressions, movements... every detail was laid bare before the audience.
"Good!"
"Well fought!"
Wearing holographic glasses, the audience felt as though they were there in person. Their blood surged at every fist-to-flesh blow, and the combative genes in their bodies were roused by the fierce collision between two Seventh Order transcendents.
Cheers! Shouts! Waving flags and roaring encouragement! Their blood boiled!
"Fight! Beat him to death!"
"Fucking amazing. Even among Seventh Order transcendents, there are gaps. Ligenglia, you're my god!"
"Ligenglia is only thirty-two, yet he's already gained a foothold among Seventh Order transcendents. He truly is a role model for our generation."
"Exactly, exactly. The Sun Chasing Championship doesn't allow weapons, and they have to clash with their physical bodies. Isn't that so much more exhilarating to watch?"
"Hehehe, if you put it that way, then I have to mention a certain Lightning Studio."
"Their promotional methods are painfully conventional, and their previous work even had the stain of an unfinished ending. With that kind of reputation, are there really people willing to buy their games?"
"I heard they even came up with some Hou Lang Championship. Just hearing the name tells you it has no real value, and it's even being held on the same day as the Sun Chasing Championship. Tell me, isn't that quite the coincidence?"
"They definitely did it on purpose. Everyone says Lightning and Canglan are old flames. Isn't it perfectly normal for them to fight?"
"That's right, that's right. The more they compete, the better the benefits for us players. It'd be best if they were like fire and water, utterly incompatible!"
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