Planet of Sand and Oasis of Iron

Chapter 198 197. Who taught you to do marketing like this? (Fourth update)
Technically speaking... as the winner, Cipher has the right to choose who to fight next, but because of his behavior, the organizers must be very unhappy, so Cipher must go to the arena early to wait for the next fight.

There is no chance to change equipment.

While adjusting and preparing, Cypher was distracted: "So this part of the vision corresponds to a 'prosperous era', right?"

"Well, it was an era of very advanced technology, with fantastic technology. We could even see people starting to set foot outside of 'the planet'."

Leica's tone was filled with longing: "I really want to witness a world like this with my own eyes. But why is it just a vision? Everything in the vision... is fake."

"Only part of it is." Cypher corrected her words. "The other part that can be brought out is true. I have brought it out."

He was referring to Lin Shenxue, the living being he'd brought out of the vision, now toiling away on the bus. Even Seifer occasionally thought, since she could still stand up even if she died of exhaustion, she might as well upgrade to hard labor.

"...Forget it, you still have to fight next, don't lose, Red Crossbow."

"It's okay even if I lose. But you're right, from now on I'm going to play every game as if it were my last, and I won't be afraid of losing."

"That sounds interesting. Is that a proverb you came up with?"

"It's my colleague... well, my former colleague who always says this. And he's had three times as many proposals rejected as I have."

After saying these leisurely words, Seifer sat in the cockpit, closed the heavy hatch, and then entered the arena under the urging voices - as expected, the noise was much less.

And many people are scolding Red Crossbow for being a coward, not daring to execute his opponent, and pretending to be noble even as a contestant. Sefer responds to these voices...

"Red Crossbow, don't let the strange noise distract you. Your current enemy is the challenger who is about to appear."

"I wasn't distracted, I was just trying to formulate my words."

Responding slowly to Leica, in Sefer's eyes, the seats and areas of those people in the stands were very clear - then he turned on the external loudspeaker.

"Hey, No. 199, Section C, if you're brave, why don't you come down and fight me?"

"Hey, No. 510, Area B, you said you'd definitely tear me apart. Then come over here. I'll stand there and let you tear me apart."

"The one with No. 343 in Section B, you're yelling so loudly, is it because your ticket is more expensive than others?"

"District D...Oh, District D is disgusting. I won't comment on it."

The roars and insults from the audience gradually became silent in the incredible thinking, and many people looked at each other in bewilderment... They had watched so many games, and they said all kinds of things on the court, but now they were being scolded back by someone by name and calmly.

Never seen it before!
As Cypher continued to verbally attack the audience indiscriminately, from speech to dress, from body shape to gender, from voice to seating order, the audience became extremely angry.

They couldn't tolerate such a guy continuing to attack and strongly demanded that the organizers get rid of him - but the rules of the fight required someone to defeat the person defending the ring. Before that, he did enjoy some privileges.

Someone dropped the things in his hands and stood up to curse passionately, but due to Sefer's inexplicable skill in using a knife to kill someone and making indirect accusations, it turned into a quarrel between them.

You must know that when people are angry, their brains usually go offline.

The explosion of technology has not improved the quality of these bloodthirsty audiences. It is better to say that the battlefield has been cultivated into an audience where the loser must die. It is surprising that they have such quality.

As the situation gradually escalated, the organizers had to implement various security measures to prevent bloodshed from occurring in the safe viewing environment.

Then he urged his opponent to get on the court quickly - if he allowed this guy to talk trash again, the scene would be out of control!
Fortunately, Seifer's opponent also knew how to make his appearance at the right time. When Leica asked, "Red Crossbow, why did you turn off the communication?", a guy with a heel, a tracking missile as a mounted weapon, and a two-handed weapon that looked like a pistol appeared!
"I'm Sandstorm N-2..." Cypher ignored him and continued to slowly and randomly select a lucky audience member to be praised.

The two sides rushed forward and circled on the field. The two pistols did cause some minor troubles to Cypher, but unfortunately the opponent was one step behind and did not expect that Cypher's body... was very versatile.

How versatile is it? Its speed exceeds the fastest aircraft currently used in the desert, and its load capacity exceeds that of any aircraft except the tank chassis...

It would be impolite to continue talking. Anyway, with three or two moves, Seifer swung the particle knife and easily cut off the opponent's proud legs during the jump.

A huge grenade blasted at his cockpit: "Surrender."

After a brief pause, he continued to praise the people in the audience. Sefer actually maintained a rational yet infuriating commentary while beheading his enemies!

Oh, beheaded by the machine.

The mercenary did not struggle. After all, life was more important. He quickly waved his hand to indicate his surrender. Then he was taken away by the tractor beam. The combat environment where Cypher was located changed, and he continued to wait for the next enemy.

——During this period, Sefer's behavior of giving likes to the audience has even begun to rise to the level of abstraction.

When some audience members didn't curse well enough, Seifer immediately put himself in their shoes and demonstrated to them how to say things in a way that would make people feel uncomfortable. He was as kind as the best teacher.

But when the person being pointed out saw the looks from the other spectators around him, he became furious.

Then came the second opponent. Before the opponent could announce his name, Seifer had already rushed forward. His surging momentum almost scared the opponent away on the spot.

However, not only were there a large number of mercenaries involved, but each of them was a ruthless fighter... and was killed by Cypher under the plane.

After several rounds of fighting, until the end of this round, there was no one who could walk in front of Cypher for more than three minutes. Everyone was killed by non-lethal attacks and then surrendered.

The audience didn't feel the joy and excitement they usually get from watching a wonderful fight. The root of the problem was that this 'champion' had such a vicious mouth!
I can only say that people who have never been in the media spotlight really can't understand how confusing this thing is.

The simulated scene slowly dissipated. Seifer thought for a moment and finally stopped speaking as if he would never feel tired.

Then the external broadcast: "This is the level of the game. It's really disappointing. You can sit in the chair and watch others fight peacefully. Why don't you get down? Is it because your butt is sucking the stick in the chair?"

Cypher didn't know whether the audience was anxious or not, but the half-robot that had been communicating with him was very anxious.

"Stop adding to the hatred! Red Crossbow, do you know that if you do this, there will be even fewer spectators?"

"Who said that? I promise you, the number of empty chairs in the next show will not exceed one-quarter."

The machine was clearly incredulous. "Why? You've driven everyone away... Look, they've even gone to other stadiums!"

The massive viewing facility naturally had multiple floors and competition areas. Seifer shrugged, "You don't understand. This is a marketing exercise. Do you understand black-and-red marketing?"

"Positive feedback never comes as fast as negative feedback. I'm satisfied with scolding them now. I'm so angry inside that I'm definitely going to get someone to come and fight me, or even actually find someone to fight me."

"As long as someone comes to watch, you don't care whether he comes to fight me or to watch me fight, right?"

Seifer said earnestly: "Don't worry about being scolded, worry about not being scolded."

(End of this chapter)