Chapter 71: Dump Truck Scum, Exorcist
Wu Xian smiled and replied, “Advertising for the scroll paintings and earning some money.”
“Aren’t you already cooperating with my family? Still short on money?” Tang Tiaotiao asked puzzled.
“For us scroll painters, money is something that’s never enough.”
“Fine,” at this time Tang Tiaotiao still hadn’t realized the importance of money, “I’ll come find you in a bit, hehe, scare you then.”
Wu Xian chuckled speechlessly.
No need to think, Sister Tiao had already condensed the soul divine diagram, preparing to show off to him.
To be honest, he was quite curious.
“Brother Wu, over here~!”
In the crowd not far away, Zhou Qi was waving to him.
Wu Xian hung up the phone and quickly went forward to join the others, “Didn’t expect so many people at the bubble match.”
“Graduation season, it’s normal to have a lot of people,” Xue Qingyang explained with a light smile: “Every graduation season, a large batch of fresh graduates floods into the bubble match, and it’s also the time when the bubble match has the highest popularity.”
“Highest popularity?” Wu Xian was stunned.
“Normally no one pays attention, okay,” Xue Qingyang spread his hands: “This bit of attention now all comes from the fresh graduates’ relatives and friends.”
Wu Xian was silently speechless.
He thought the job-hunting environment in his previous life was competitive enough, but this world was even more so.
“Every graduation season is also a key moment for rushing sales volume,” Zhou Qi added: “Fresh graduates entering society inevitably need to equip themselves with a few axis scroll paintings, especially in big cities, where fresh graduates’ average purchase volume can reach over
Even in our Yaoyang City, it’s around “
While chatting idly, today’s bubble match had already begun.
The competing players received prompts and headed to the corresponding venues for the match.
Wu Xian had missed a day yesterday, so today he would have two matching battles, and by getting enough win points before the end of the month, he could lock in a tentative spot, then compete with other tentative players.
Ultimately selecting thirty players to promote to the copper tier league and become honored professional players.
Wu Xian didn’t care about promoting or not, after all, he was just temporarily stepping in to promote his own goods, and wouldn’t have much time to compete later.
“I’m going, another mud truck player?”
“Can’t these guys just leave?”
“A crappy vehicle scroll painting, what are they doing in the bubble match?”
“So what about vehicle scroll paintings? You can’t even beat vehicle scroll paintings.”
“Exactly~ sour grapes because you can’t have them.”
“It’s over, feels like this bubble match is going to be ruined by【Optimus Prime】.”
The Hou Zhan players watched the arena projection screen, complaints nonstop.
Yesterday’s one day of matches had three players bringing Brother Pillar to compete, really giving the players a considerable shock.
The key was, from Brother Pillar’s combat power shown so far, ordinary battle scroll paintings might not necessarily be Brother Pillar’s opponents.
This really disgusted the players who had been struggling in the bubble match for years.
Normal bubble match players, which one didn’t save and scrimp, sell everything, to equip themselves with various excellent scroll paintings, just to make it into the professional arena.
But now, these mud truck players could thrive in the bubble match with just one vehicle scroll painting.
Who could feel balanced about that?
To put it this way, these mud truck players had already become the synonym for “cancer” of the arena.
“To be fair, Tang’s Vehicles’ mud truck is indeed pretty good,” Zhou Qi couldn’t help but sigh, “Stronger than most combat-type mechanical scroll paintings on the market.”
“That young master of the Tang Family is indeed a talent.” Xue Qingyang agreed.
Wu Xian listened silently on the side, smiling without speaking.
Matches went one after another, club players took the stage one after another.
Soon after, a club member who unfortunately encountered a mud truck player walked out of the arena cursing, “What crappy thing, almost lost.”
The crowd who watched the whole thing couldn’t hide their shock.
This battle was extremely thrilling.
“Little Liu’s【Charm Ghost King】 main mental-type attacks indeed suffer against mechanical scroll paintings.” Xue Qingyang analyzed and comforted: “Other ghost kings have no problem dealing with that mud truck.”
“That’s true, but I still feel unbalanced.” The club member named Liu Feng grumbled aggrievedly.
“Yeah, makes me want to get a mud truck too, can go be a miner and earn money when idle.”
“Want to buy one, but you gotta be able to buy it,” another club member joked: “Now【Optimus Prime】 orders are backed up to next year, unless buying from scalpers at a markup.”
While everyone discussed, Wu Xian also received the on-stage SMS reminder.
【Ghost King Club player Wu Xian please head to Venue Seven for the matchup arena, match starts in five minutes】
“It’s my turn~ it’s my turn.”
Wu Xian was thrilled, having waited a bit impatiently.
“Vice President, cheer up!”
Everyone turned their gazes to the big screen of Venue Seven, completely unconcerned about Wu Xian’s strength.
Wu Xian strode into Venue Seven matchup arena.
After waiting a moment, the opponent also hurried in, and upon seeing the Ghost King Club badge on Wu Xian, the corners of his mouth hooked up with a strange confidence.
“A Ghost King Club player? Sorry, my【Exorcist】 specializes in your undead-type scroll paintings!”
“Exorcist?” Wu Xian was stunned in surprise.
“That’s right,” the opponent was a youth in his twenties, with a brand-new apprentice scroll painter badge on his chest, “This scroll painter has diligently researched for years, finally successfully drawing the great exorcist, today just right to use you Ghost King Club as the first target!”
With that, he raised his hand and flung out a copper axis scroll painting.
Amidst the shining holy light, the faint outline of a cross faintly emerged, ultimately forming the image of an exorcist clad in a black missionary robe.
Wu Xian’s expression was odd.
Good grief, even a cross popped out?
Though slightly different from the Western exorcist image, it was largely similar.
Tsk~ feels like this world’s cultural elements are a bit complex!
“Come on, hurry up.”
Wu Xian silently adjusted the Ghost King Club badge on his chest, afraid the livestream room audience wouldn’t see it, then raised his hand and threw out a copper axis【Black and White Impermanence】 instance.
No choice, bubble matches and copper tier leagues could only use copper axis scroll paintings, and his【Black and White Impermanence】 had all been promoted to silver axis.
“Underworld stuff,” the youth saw Black and White Impermanence, his expression even more confident, “Great exorcist, please exorcise this pathetic pair of lost souls!”
The exorcist lost soul held a scripture book in hand, a divine glow projected from above his head, about to judge Black and White Impermanence.
However, when that holy light shone on Black and White Impermanence, it turned out Black and White Impermanence were calm as ever, just slightly uncomfortable.
“Is this your so-called judgment? Feels not up to par?” Wu Xian teased with raised brows.
Joking aside, Black and White Impermanence were proper staffed ghost gods, moreover Western holy power couldn’t reach over Black and White Impermanence’s heads.
At most just a bit of attribute restraint, and only that little bit.
“Impossible…… how could this be……”
The youth looked like his life views were shattered, unable to believe it.
“Come~ Second Master Impermanence, give this exorcist some transcendence, send him off.”
As Wu Xian smirked, Black and White Impermanence calmly made their move.
White Impermanence shook the soul summoning banner in hand, and the opponent’s exorcist painted spirit instantly became dazed, pity the painted spirit had no “soul” concept, otherwise it would directly hook his soul out.
Then, Black Impermanence’s soul restraining chain firmly bound it, continuing to erode its power.
In less than a moment, the exorcist painted spirit couldn’t hold on.
“I concede——!”
Seeing the exorcist spirit body dimming and about to collapse, the youth hurriedly conceded.
Wu Xian calmly withdrew, took out his phone to check the match livestream room, corners of his mouth twitching secretly.
His match’s livestream room actually only had twenty or thirty viewers, just outrageously ridiculous.
Looks like later he’d need to consult Master Sister on the “pay to win” methods, otherwise hard to make the yin commanders explode in popularity quickly.
“How could this be, why isn’t your undead scroll painting afraid of my exorcist?”
The defeated youth silently questioned life, still hung up on it.
“Undead are also divided by levels,” Wu Xian glanced teasingly: “Your exorcist can handle ordinary undead and abyssal monsters fine, but to deal with my Black and White Impermanence, you’re far from qualified.”
