"I recognize the guy with the spear. Isn't that Manager Wang from the AAA Limit Martial Arts Hall? He's got some impressive spear skills, and he actually... got taken out with one punch? Even after his weapon broke?"
"That was brutal. I'd call Hall Master Wang the most pitiful background character in this year's league!"
"@AAA Limit Martial Arts Hall Manager Wang, Manager Wang, say something! When are you offering classes on Chest-Crushing Spear? I'll be the first to sign up!"
"Stop tagging him. I heard Manager Wang already smashed the gaming pod at his house."
For a time, the names "Yama" and "Manager Wang" flooded the front page of the entire forum.
Countless players poured into the post, dragging the progress bar back and forth as they watched the barely ten-second replay over and over, letting out cries of astonishment and disbelief.
As for the other players, in the glow of this clip, they had all become background characters no one cared about.
By this point, Chen Yan, the one who had started it all, had already logged out of the game.
Chen Yan took a moment to look into it.
The rules for this so-called Professional League qualifier were simple and blunt.
Each person had to play at least one match a day, with no upper limit.
After ten matches, the system would lock in the results, and players could no longer queue for more.
In other words, you could choose to play all ten matches in one day, or play one match each day.
Once all the matches were over ten days later, the system would give every player a comprehensive score based on their total kills and team contribution, then select the top one hundred.
Those one hundred players would earn the right to compete in