The Black Book

"If you win the championship in the year of [War of the Gods], the gold content will be absolutely incredible. I guess you will have no shortage of contribution points in the entire first heaven..."

Listening to Feng Zhaobai's words, Zhu Haomiao was inexplicably reminded of the NBA in his previous life.

Although the external performances of [Ascension Game] and [NBA] are completely different, the internal logic is similar.

Just as Zhu Haomiao's thoughts were flowing, Feng Zhaobai stood up first.

"Let's go, we'll take you to see it first."

Under the leadership of Feng Zhaobai and Wang Hua, the three of them walked through the first floor where the hall was located, followed the stairs all the way down, and came to a wide underground space.

Looking around, this place is in the shape of a funnel. The highest point is over a hundred meters. There are searchlights everywhere. In the center is a huge square arena. There are two black figures on it who are fighting fiercely. They can see it from a distance. The harsh grinding sound of their weapons clashing was heard.

Looking at the space that looked like a large stadium, Zhu Haomiao couldn't help but his eyes twitched.

On the other side, Feng Zhaobai seemed to notice his surprise and explained in a low voice.

"It's just a mustard technique, no need to make a fuss."

"…………"

Once again realizing his shallow knowledge, Zhu Haomiao nodded with emotion.

But as the three of them approached the ring and came to the exclusive viewing area for the organizing committee staff, Zhu Haomiao couldn't help but ask.

"Senior Brother Feng, are those cameras?"

Looking in the direction of the young man's finger, Feng Zhaobai nodded calmly.

"Well, the ultra-high-speed camera can accurately capture the details of the battle."

"Are they all [real objects]?"

Hearing this, Feng Zhaobai laughed and shook his head.

"How is that possible? They are all local products."

“But it’s only the nineteenth century!”

Those machines that look very sophisticated at first glance and the painting style of the fantasy world are completely two dimensions!

Hearing Zhu Haomiao's doubts, Feng Zhaobai patiently explained.

"There is a [real object] produced in the future world abroad. It is similar to a science fiction version of a 3D printer. As long as raw materials and energy are input, it can 'print' any part that conforms to the laws of physics."

"Although the production capacity of that thing is very small, it is not a problem to bring a few high-precision cameras into the fantasy world..."

Hearing this, Zhu Haomiao suddenly nodded and looked around thoughtfully.

Originally, he thought there were enough people in the lobby on the first floor, but he didn't expect that the underground competition venue would be really crowded.

However, due to the expansion of Sumeru mustard technology, the entire space seemed extremely large and empty. Even if the front row of the auditorium was full of people, it did not appear crowded overall.

After observing calmly, Zhu Haomiao found that there were many contestants in the audience who were obviously not participating in the Ascension Tournament. They looked like uncles and aunts in their thirties and forties.

Many of them waved the small tickets in their hands, looking more excited than the players on the ring!

"Senior Brother Feng, who are those people?"

Following Zhu Haomiao's gaze, Feng Zhaobai's eyes flashed with disgust and helplessness.

"Some are gambling dogs who spend money for excitement. Every [Ascension Tournament] is their carnival."

"Some are [tourists] who like to run around, similar to those wandering around the streets of Fantasyland."

"In addition, there are some people who are spies for various forces, who specialize in collecting and evaluating information on players in the competition, and establishing files on outstanding players to facilitate subsequent contacts..."

"You can think of them as talent scouts, advanced versions of scouts, similar to legal spies."

Hearing this, Zhu Haomiao couldn't help but frown slightly: "The country allows them to enter the [Yanhuang Arsenal]? Why not ban them?"

Feng Zhaobai shook his head: "Actually, this venue has many entrances. Those who can enter through the [Yanhuang Arsenal] are players from various countries or relevant staff. Ordinary spectators use another channel..."

"As for why they are not banned..."

As he said this, Feng Zhaobai looked at the sky with melancholy eyes and sighed helplessly.

"They gave us too much..."

"…………"

Looking around at the auditorium that could accommodate tens of thousands of people, Zhu Haomiao suddenly understood and nodded with sadness.

Seeing other competition areas making a lot of money, wouldn't it be more uncomfortable than me losing money? !

It's not a matter of principle, and it has no impact on the real world...

You can't even make money for the sake of a little bit of morality, right?

Boom!

At this moment, a huge shock wave swept across the arena, and the intense stimulation immediately caused all the audience to cheer.

In the center of the battlefield, the outcome of the two contestants was decided. The beautiful girl stepped on the chest of a strong boy and raised her long neck high, like a proud peacock.

"You bitch from the north! Are you convinced yet?!"

The girl crushed the boy under her feet with all her strength and sneered contemptuously.

When the young man who was originally sluggish heard this, his eyes instantly became bloodshot, and he suddenly burst out with huge power and overturned the girl, and the two of them immediately started fighting again.

Seeing this scene, Feng Zhaobai glared at Wang Hua angrily.

"Are you bringing people from North and South Korea together for fear that they won't die?"

After hearing this, Wang Hua argued aggrievedly.

"This is really a random arrangement. Besides, there are so many players from North and South Korea, they will run into each other sooner or later!"

Seeing Feng Zhaobai pouting noncommittally, Wang Hua approached Zhu Haomiao and complained softly.

"When they need me, they call me Little Sweetie, but when they don't, they blame me for manipulating the game. Senior Brother Feng is really hypocritical!"

Feng Zhaobai: "What did you say?"

"Nothing! Nothing!"

Glazing at Wang Hua fiercely, Feng Zhaobai turned his head to look at Zhu Haomiao, and his expression instantly became gentle.

"Junior Brother Zhu, do you want to go up and play?"

"Uh... can I?"

Zhu Haomiao rubbed his hands, a little excited.

After being promoted to Silver, he himself didn't know how strong he was!

"Generally speaking, in order to facilitate replays and gambling bets in reality, the schedule after registration needs to be arranged two or three days in advance, but sometimes you can specially jump the queue."

As he said, Feng Zhaobai looked at Wang Hua on the side, his face suddenly cold.

"Arrange a suitable opponent for Junior Brother Zhu to experience it."

"Ah? Is it still possible? Wouldn't it be too bad?"

Experiencing the power of the dark side for the first time, Zhu Haomiao bit his lips uncomfortably.

Seeing this, Wang Hua waved his hand indifferently.

"It's not like I'm asking the opponent to play a fake match. It's just a little bit of flexibility within the scope allowed by the rules. You can understand it as the home advantage. The real victory or defeat still depends on your own strength."

After hearing this, Zhu Haomiao nodded.

"Then I'll trouble you, Senior Brother Wang."

"You're welcome. I'll arrange a Japanese player for you. We have a feud. No one will say anything if you beat him to death. I guarantee you'll have fun!"

Zhu Haomiao: "…………"

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