My wife is the stand-in.

To encourage all streamers to become more active, Douwu Live also launched a streamer PK system similar to that on Earth.

In the live broadcast room, Yang Wanli was dressed in a pure black training uniform embroidered with a train racing pattern, and the iron ball in his hand was slowly spinning.

He stood among the plum blossom stakes, putting on airs like a hermit sage.

Yang Wanli glanced at his opponent out of the corner of his eye, praying in his heart that no one would be playing with fire or ice.

These guys might not have strong superpowers, not even qualifying to be heroes, but they happen to be skilled in the most flashy and unconventional ways of dealing with water and fire, and with the advancement of modern chemistry, they can create all sorts of amazing feats.

Flame reactions, Pharaoh's Serpent, liquefaction and sublimation... these all-natural special effects can always fool a lot of viewers.

Just like how people in ancient times were keen to watch acrobatics, fire-breathing, and magic tricks, it was all about enjoying the excitement.

However, the image that appeared on the screen was a blurry and indistinct picture.

"Good afternoon, everyone! I am the chivalrous 'Standman' from the Yushan Branch!"

The voice was so familiar; it was the voice that haunted his dreams.

"Brother Liver Emperor, is that you?"

He was both surprised and delighted, forgetting all pretense of composure. He rushed to his phone, excitedly pointing at himself, "I'm Yang Wanli, the King Kong Train Hero! The one who commissioned your artwork before, and we even had dinner together last time!"

However, the other party did not answer him. Instead, a mist surged, as if something terrifying was brewing.

'What's wrong with this streamer? Is he trying to be funny?'

Does this guy even know my Egg? Why isn't he replying at all?

"We're really not that close, streamer, stop calling me that."

More than a dozen comments flooded the screen, most of them expressing dissatisfaction with the mysterious streamer.

Yang Wanli's lips twitched a few times, as if he wanted to offer some explanation.

He clearly saw the comments mocking him.

But the situation took an unexpected turn.

A spotlight, like a stage, pierced through the mist from above, and a handsome man carrying his comrade, his entire body encased in five-colored crystal armor, appeared before the camera.

The crystal clusters shone with the luster of gemstones, refracting a cool and wealthy light under the strong light, making all the women watching the live stream anxious.

The crystalline armor, with its barbs, possesses a chaotic and ferocious beauty that tantalizes males, forcing them to admit that the man in front of the camera is incredibly attractive.

"Sparrow eats cricket (it's really cool)."

Frequent internet users were scrolling through the comments and making virtual donations with their fingers delicately poised.

Who is this man who has left audiences in awe, exclaiming that he's so handsome it's heartbreaking?

That's right, it's Amanosaki.

Amanosaki nodded slightly, and a second, slightly dimmer beam of light shone down, "pulling" the large-headed, tentacle monster that was still screaming madly in front of him onto the stage.

Filth, holiness, light, darkness, humanity, monsters, extravagance, simplicity.

The interplay of light and shadow, along with the figures on either side, naturally creates a sense of confrontation between good and evil, as seen in the contrast between Amanosaki and the fallen demon king.

"The Liver Emperor... no, the Stand User is fighting against evil forces!"

In the scene, Amanosaki carries Li Junzi, dodging and weaving amidst chaotic and ear-piercing roars, his crystal claws tearing through the misty tentacles as he approaches.

But those misty tentacles quickly grew back after being severed.

Seeing Amanosaki's death throes only excited Liu Nu more. He roared and grew more tentacles from his big head, violently slamming into Amanosaki.

In an instant, mist filled the air, and gem fragments flew everywhere.

Amanosaki's several attempts to break through were all met with resistance. Liu Nu was like a child toying with an insect; the more the insect struggled, the stronger his sadistic desires became. The more wounds Amanosaki had, the more excited he became.

"Come on! Again, again!"

An exceptionally thick tentacle pierced through the concrete ground, knocking Amanosaki over. The blow sent him spewing blood as he collapsed, then he staggered to his knees, desperately reaching out his hand:

"Goddess! The enemy is too powerful, I need your help!"

The camera then cuts to two perspectives: one from Amanosaki, and the other over two floating searchlights shaped like flying saucers, bringing Icarus into the screen.

With wings on her back, a halo above her head, and a compassionate face, a graceful and beautiful woman stood in the air, with countless rays of light emanating from behind her.

It's breathtakingly beautiful.

The number of gifts on the screen surged instantly after a brief pause.

Sorry buddy, your fitness tutorial was pretty good, but the other side is more righteous.

"Waaaah, I'm so sorry, Egg, I betrayed you."

There were hundreds of comments on Yang Wanli's side, while the number of comments on the other side visibly increased to over a thousand.

Icarus slowly shook her head, her slender finger pointing to the screen:

“I live on people’s faith, but now I have too few believers to support me in showing my true self.”

Seeing this, Amanosaki looked at the camera with grief and indignation, and pounded his chest hard, shattering countless crystal armor pieces.

He lowered his head and bit his tongue hard, his mouth instantly filled with a metallic taste, the pain bringing tears to his eyes. Amanosaki then raised his head and said in a muffled, tearful voice:

"Friends, family! Please, everyone, help me! Only the goddess can save me and my brother now!"

'That's really good acting.'

'This swordsman must have been a stage actor before? That's unbelievable.'

"You're exaggerating, but why are you constantly flashing the gift bar? You say you don't want it, but your body says otherwise," someone scolded.

"Mind your own business! I just like the tension of stage plays, is that so wrong? Besides, there are beautiful women to watch, and you've given me quite a bit of money!" the man immediately retorted.

At that moment, a tentacle lashed out fiercely. Amanosaki gritted his teeth and took the blow head-on, but was sent flying and crashed into the wall, half of his body embedded in it.

Even in this state, he still looked at the camera, as if to say, "You are all responsible for my death."

The barrage of comments intensified, with some even starting to discuss the plot of the 'stage play'.

However, Yang Wanli, who was holding the screen, realized faster than the audience that this was not acting, but real.

His years of experience told him that the man with his arm around Amanosaki's shoulder, dressed in tattered clothes and covered in blood, was likely to die at any moment.

Amanosaki's injuries, as well as the surrounding conditions, cannot be faked.

"But...shouldn't you directly seek help from the branch headquarters if you're in trouble? Brother Gan Di is very famous within the branch, even the Wuhu branch is talking about him, so why would he start a live stream?"

He had his doubts, but his mouth flew off, and he began urging his core fans to boost his chart rankings:

"Hey everyone! Please give this little red heart to help boost the Stand user's ranking! If you have any extra money, don't give me any more, give it all to him!"

"The call of chivalry is coming, and I, the Iron-Blooded Train Hero, cannot stand idly by!"

After saying that, he took the lead and openly spent money using his large account to send gifts to Amanosaki.

His thoughts were simple: Amanosaki was now very popular in the Yushan branch, and the value of his works had also risen. Posters and illustrations personally made by Amanosaki could now sell for two or three times the value they were a few days ago in Yushan Province.

Moreover, he was a key figure being groomed by the branch.

Whether it was for his own publicity needs or to curry favor with a powerful figure, Yang Wanli felt he couldn't miss this opportunity.

'Whatever his purpose in streaming, I'm going to keep up! This time, the "Grind King" is facing an opponent far beyond the level of a mere gang; it's very likely an enemy at the branch level! After this, the value of that meal will double!'

Under his leadership, the die-hard fans of Iron-Blooded Train Hero also started to follow suit and start posting.

Two groups of people took turns competing, and this PK quickly climbed to the top of the category charts.

Icarus watched as his fame quietly increased by 1%, clenched his fist, and secretly urged:

"Well done! Give us some more work!"

So Amanosaki pulled himself out of the wall, knelt on the ground, and looked as if he was about to collapse from exhaustion:

"Friends."

"I need everyone's help. Please raise your hands and lend me your energy and justice!"

'How can they send gifts if they raise their hands?' Icarus wondered.

Amanosaki coughed up half-congealed blood: 'This is too embarrassing. If I don't use some jokes and create some immersion, I'm afraid I'll burst out laughing.'

[Yushan Branch - Drunken Wanderer presents a Ferghana horse X3]

[Yushan Branch - Amber Lord presents 9 peerless swords]

[Yushan Branch - Butterfly Fairy presents 2 Divine Skill Manuals]

[Yushan Branch - Mr. Chili presents 8 Advanced Secret Manuals]

……

Suddenly, a group of official individuals with the prefix "[Yushan Branch]" entered the arena and started showering gifts. The densely packed prefixes filled half the screen, pushing the PK to its climax.

Chapter 96: The Promise of Wishes

Amanosaki's all-out acting skills, though perhaps fooling the audience through the stage play, are nothing short of a disaster in the eyes of those who know their stuff.

An elderly man with white hair and beard, slicked back, and a full beard, sat in a leather sofa, leaning on a cane, and said to Amber in an incredulous tone:

"How could my granddaughter fall for such an idiot?"

While brewing tea, Amber Master couldn't bear to look at the scene.

There's no other reason than that Amanosaki's insane acting skills are enough to make acquaintances so embarrassed that they wonder if he's gone mad.

What's even more embarrassing is that the other figure on the screen, who has lost his human form, is a familiar face that everyone knows.

“Superpower: Ten Kings of Hell, Heroic Name: Ghost King, Real Name: Liu Nu…” Amber Master lowered his eyes, and the cold well water in the teapot began to heat up as he spoke. In just a few seconds, the teapot boiled.

The old man with slicked-back hair straightened his suit, the red rose on his chest looking particularly alluring.

"Why should I care about the fate of the other branch offices? I'd rather they all be wiped out! All I care about right now is whether my precious granddaughter has fallen for this idiot!"

Amber Duke's hand trembled slightly, and after a long while, he muttered, "Perhaps."

"Damn it!" He slapped himself in the face, looking up in despair. "I, Lin, have been a master of romance all my life, and my son was a notorious playboy in his youth. How did I end up with such a dull girl?"

"Perhaps it has mutated."

"You big-headed devil!" the old man glared, his beard bristling. "Tell me! Was it you, you son of a bitch, who messed up the whole thing?"