The King's Avatar: Become Stronger After Being Rejected, Don't Agree!

The purpose of Chapter 77 was actually this.

After the host warmed up the audience, the All-Star professional players began to interact with the audience, and the first person to take the stage was Zhou Zekai, the star player of the Samsara team and known as the "Gun King".

"I have to win! I have to win! I really have to win!" Chen Guo clasped her hands together, praying silently, muttering to herself, looking like she really wanted to be chosen to play the game together.

"Hmm? But Mu Cheng will be going up later, right? If Zhou Zekai picks you, Mu Cheng might not pick you." Lu Chen reminded him cheerfully.

Chen Guo was stunned for a moment, then realized that made sense. She immediately clasped her hands together and cried out, "Don't hit me, let Mu Cheng hit me! Don't hit me, let Mu Cheng hit me!"

You really are a die-hard fan of Sister Mu Cheng!

Zhou Zekai does indeed look very handsome, and based on that, he is the male spokesperson for the professional league this year, and I heard that he will be next year as well, barring any unforeseen circumstances.

Choosing a spokesperson for the league was a major headache for league chairman Feng Xianjun, since there were only a handful of players with the ability to represent the professional league.

Ye Qiu, the God of War, is elusive and rarely seen. Even Feng Xianjun, the alliance chairman, has only met him a few times. Making him the alliance's spokesperson? They could just use a black silhouette. While convenient, it would undoubtedly remind people of the culprit, Xiao Hei, from that detective anime next door.

Han Wenqing, the King of Fighters, may seem very upright, but he is too cold and tough. He looks rather fierce, and if he were a little less handsome, people would mistake him for a conscript.

Magician Wang Jiexi is humble, positive, and serious about his work, but unfortunately, his facial features are not very symmetrical, making him somewhat unphotogenic.

Sword Saint Huang Shaotian — He's a nice guy, looks quite sunny, but unfortunately he has a big mouth. He has a lot of dark history and his trash talk is all over the place, which is not very appropriate.

Until the reincarnation produced a gun king, Zhou Zekai, who was handsome, shy and quiet, and best suited everyone's satisfaction with his appearance.

Do we even need to choose from these five? Of course not, right?

As for the female representatives, Su Mucheng and Chu Yunxiu basically take turns, once a year, without any competition or vying, which is just right.

"His marksmanship is really good." Lu Chen frowned, looking at the group of spectators and professional players playing the competitive race. Laymen watch the excitement of the game, while experts focus on the operation.

"Very steady. Although his moves look flashy, they're not entirely useless." Ye Xiu nodded. "If it were you, Xiao Lu, how long do you think it would take you to surpass him?"

"I'm a little hesitant to say whether it's more recent than expected—" Lu Chen sighed.

"So, you mean you have enough time and are confident you can definitely surpass them, right?" Ye Xiu couldn't help but laugh.

"Hmm, I guess so?"

"The one in column one — his hands are so uncoordinated."

"Number two is also... Number four seems slightly better? Hmm, it's off-center? How did it get off-center?"

The professional players below silently complained.

The rules of All-Star Weekend are naturally not as strict as those of regular professional leagues. After the first day, everyone basically sat together in groups of two or three, chatting and commenting on the games on the court.

"Yunxiu!" Su Mucheng smiled and moved closer to Chu Yunxiu. "You said before that your friend might come back, has he come?"

Chu Yunxiu smiled and said, "He's here—oh, right, I think I saw that guy yesterday."

"That guy?" Su Mucheng was slightly taken aback. "Who is it?"

"Still pretending? You're just like Ye Qiu from your family," Chu Yunxiu said with a smile.

"Ye Qiu, he's not from my family—" Su Mucheng blushed.

"Hehe, I have quite a few young ladies here—"

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"Good Yunxiu!" Su Mucheng grabbed Chu Yunxiu's hand and started to act coquettishly.

If a girl isn't that pretty, she might be considered pretentious, but if she's a stunning beauty like Su Mucheng, all I can say is that she's beautiful, I love looking at her, and I want more.

Chu Yunxiu nodded, somewhat amused and exasperated. "Alright, alright, I got it—right, you're going to be on stage later, right? Are you planning to send Ye Qiu up and scare everyone?"

"Hmm—he doesn't like that." Su Mucheng shook her head and said with a smile, "I heard his current boss's wife likes me a lot. I'll go visit him later; she'll definitely give him a raise, right?"

"Maybe—" Chu Yunxiu smiled.

"How about I invite your friends up to join us?" Su Mucheng asked with a smile.

Chu Yunxiu paused slightly, then smiled and shook her head: "No need—"

"Okay, then I'll go on stage—oh, it's my turn!" Su Mucheng stood up with a smile, waved to the audience, and walked onto the stage.

As Su Mucheng took the stage, the cheers in the venue grew louder.

"Wow, Sister Mu Cheng is on stage! Brother Ye, do you think she'll call you up?" Lu Chen asked from below.

Holding his girlfriend's hand, he asked with a smile.

"—That girl Mu Cheng, she really might be a possibility." Ye Xiu pondered for a moment, then shook his head with a smile: "Let her be, but it's best if—"

"My seat number is ————"

A familiar serial number was called out.

"One of them won! One of them won!" Chen Guo shouted.

The audience members in the same row, using the spotlight, could see their positions; everyone's face showed excitement and nervousness.

Aside from Ye Xiu, Lu Chen, and Tang Rou.

Tang Rou quietly leaned closer: "Will Mu Mu choose Ye Xiu?"

"I don't know?" Lu Chen shook his head with a smile. "If Brother Ye were to go, Sister Chen Guo might be very jealous, right?"

"Very likely," Tang Rou said with a smile.

Once the number of columns was revealed, the spotlight focused on Chen Guo.

Chen Guo was stunned.

"Guoguo is so lucky! She won!" Tang Rou smiled and turned to congratulate her.

"I—I, I've been infected?!" After actually being infected, Chen Guo was completely bewildered and lost, showing none of her usual carefree demeanor. She stood up timidly.

"Oh, I can still choose one, right? Then I'll choose—is the person to your left a friend?" Su Mucheng asked with a smile, holding the microphone. "Then let's all come up together! Glory is meant to be played with friends, right?"

"Little Tang won too!" Chen Guo cheered again, walking onto the stage with Tang Rou. "Little Chen and Ye Xiu had less luck!"

"Hmm, it's a little bit worse—"

Ye Xiu, who wasn't selected, breathed a sigh of relief. If he had been called up, the audience and newcomers would have been fine, but most of the professional players would have recognized him, which might have been a bit awkward.

Lu Chen didn't care about that. He watched with a smile as Tang Rou and Chen Guo had a great time. Su Mucheng even signed autographs for the selected audience members before happily returning to her seat.

The next contestant to be chosen was Huang Shaotian from the Blue Rain team. Huang Shaotian rambled on and on, taking up a considerable amount of time and essentially doing all the host's work himself.

The four selection methods were progressing slowly. When it came to the last one, Huang Shaotian paused, "For the last one, let's choose the guy next to that short-haired beauty! He seemed really eager to go on stage!"

Lu Chen, who was yawning, was suddenly spotted by the spotlight. He stared blankly at Huang Shaotian smiling on stage: "Yes, yes, it's you! Come on, don't be shy, come on stage!"

"I'm so embarrassed!" Lu Chen stood up, bewildered, and walked onto the stage.

Suddenly standing under the spotlight, Lu Chen felt the light was a bit dazzling and slightly uncomfortable. Standing next to Huang Shaotian, he whispered, "Huang Shao, what are you doing?!"

"I called you up here to play together. Have you improved lately? You should have. Are you coming to the competition later?" Huang Shaotian said quickly, his lips barely moving.

"You—" Lu Chen gave a wry smile, walked over to the staff with the other spectators, introduced himself, and sat down in the competition area.

You know what, it's actually quite comfortable — Lu Chen shifted his position, savoring the sensation, and sighed inwardly.

This game involves shooting down flying saucers. In an instant, a large number of flying saucers will fly towards the players, and they need to hit a certain number of flying saucers within a limited time.

Lu Chen smiled and looked at the swordsman standing beside him.

Well, maybe I really can win!

"Hmm?" Jiang Botao, sitting in the audience, seemed to have thought of something, paused slightly, and looked towards the Misty Rain team.

"Um--

"Yes, if I remember correctly, those positions were given to Captain Chu." Jiang Botao nodded. "I think there were four? But it seems that besides Captain Chu, Young Master Huang and Su Mucheng also know them?"

"Um?"

"It's okay, it's their personal behavior anyway. Didn't Su Mucheng cover it up very well just now? She wanted to see the players help each other—oh?" Jiang Botao glanced at the scores on the stage and was slightly taken aback: "That sharpshooter—was very accurate?"

These mini-games are actually modified versions of the training software used by professional players, albeit with reduced difficulty.

Just like the first track, which trains professional athletes' on-the-spot reaction ability while moving forward, the second high jump is used to test the athletes' jumping ability, while this one is a test of accuracy and reaction speed.

Compared to Huang Shaotian, the other players who were chosen had fallen far behind in points, only the sharpshooter was stubbornly keeping the score close and refusing to give an inch.

The other professional players also noticed this, and their eyes showed a hint of surprise as they began to discuss it in hushed tones.

Every shot, every bullet, was fired flawlessly; the muzzle remained steady, demonstrating a remarkably calm hand.

However, Jiang Botao didn't feel anything for this mysterious sharpshooter. Instead, he was curious about the battle mage girl from before. After thinking for a moment, he whispered something to the others. The person was stunned for a moment, nodded, and got up to leave.

"Old Fang! Looks like your golden right hand has a challenger! How does it feel for your wife to lose to someone else?"

"Get lost! I always use my left hand!"

"You're awesome!"

"Who is that guy? Does Young Master Huang know him?"

"I don't know, Captain Yu, do you know him?"

"I don't know either, maybe it's Shao Tian's friend?" Yu Wenzhou smiled and shook his head at the contestants who were asking him about it.

Chu Yunxiu, however, raised her eyebrows but remained silent, pondering something intently.

"That guy—is he the one next to Lord Grim?" Han Wenqing frowned. He had a fairly good impression of this sharpshooter.

"It's not very noticeable in terms of reaction speed and accuracy alone," Zhang Xinjie shook his head. "As for the rest, unless—hmm?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a change occurred on the stage. One of the characters, who had been fighting separately, suddenly moved swiftly, raising his hand and throwing a sword beam towards Lu Chen's sharpshooter.

Ok?

Night Rain's Annoying Sound: [Playing like this doesn't seem to determine a winner. Adding a bit more difficulty shouldn't bother you too much, right?]

Huang Shaotian's hands started itching, and in an instant, while performing a three-stage slash, he quickly shattered all the nearby plates.

Sharpshooter A: [Didn't the rules say that skills other than normal attacks are not allowed?]

He flipped over, unleashing his enhanced skills. The two revolvers in his hands began to spew flames, shattering the plate as he quickly distanced himself from the swordsman.

Night Rain's Annoying Sound: [This is so boring! Look at the sword! Look at the sword! Look at the sword!]

This guy—Lu Chen was both amused and exasperated. Well, since you don't care about martial ethics, then I'm sorry.

Slide forward, then — fire wildly!

During the frantic spinning, plates were constantly being smashed, and a hail of bullets rained down on Ye Yushengfan.

The other lucky viewers simply stopped playing and happily watched this rare scene from a first-person perspective.

The swordsman's attacks were cunning, and the gunman's movements were graceful. At that moment, if you didn't look at the ID and the young man sitting over there, you might even think that the person operating the sharpshooter on the stage was Zhou Zekai from the Samsara team.

Zhou Zekai's expression also became slightly serious as he intently watched the sharpshooter's every move.

"Different factions————"

The members of the Samsara team looked at their captain in surprise. Of course, what surprised them was that Zhou Zekai actually uttered a five-word sentence this time.

"Indeed, his playing style is somewhat similar to that of the God of War—efficient and concise—but lacking in visual appeal." Jiang Botao frowned. "I just don't know if it's because he can't execute flashy maneuvers while maintaining efficiency, or if it's simply a personal habit—Captain, what do you think of his skill level?"

"First-tier," Zhou Zekai said simply, then a hint of disappointment appeared on his face.

The game is over, but the two players on the field have not yet determined a winner.

Whew—that was pretty satisfying. Lu Chen took a deep breath and exhaled with a smile. His progress was clearly visible. Before, he had always been suppressed by Young Master Huang, but now, he had some room to fight back.

However, it seems Huang Shao made a mistake; the final Phantom Sword didn't deal its full damage.

Night Rain's Annoying Voice: [I won this round!]

Sharpshooter A: [It's clearly not a draw, is it?]

Night Rain's Annoying Voice: [I'm talking about grades, grades!]

Lu Chen was taken aback and looked at the points table.

Good heavens, so that's what that last phantom-like, invisible sword was for!