169: Chapter 169 The Battle of Focus

Class Monitor Zhao Feilong's current record stood at 6 wins and 2 losses.

He was just one win away from promotion, but also just one loss away from being demoted.

This feeling of dancing on the edge of a cliff made him, a proud child of heaven who had always had smooth sailing, nearly go crazy.

"Fei... Feilong-ge..."

Beside him, a small follower from Class A approached tremblingly.

His face was pale, but he dared not walk into the combat cockpit.

"I... I already have 0 wins and 2 losses..."

"I don't dare to press it... If I lose one more match, I'll be sent straight to the fifth pool."

"Feilong-ge, can you give me some pointers? Or... wait for me?"

Class Monitor Zhao Feilong was currently fuming. Upon hearing this, he kicked the follower's calf and cursed angrily:

"Trash! If you don't dare to fight, then get lost and drop out!"

"Don't you see that I'm about to be demoted too? Pointers? Who's going to give me pointers?"

Not far away, Lin Ya, dressed in white, was sitting in a corner, closing her eyes to rest.

Hearing the commotion, she opened her eyes and cast a cold glance at Class Monitor Zhao Feilong, her eyes filled with disgust and disdain.

Is this the so-called Class A monitor?

Arrogant without bounds when things are going smoothly, but taking it out on his followers when things go wrong.

If not for the resources provided by his family, he probably wouldn't even be able to get in here.

Lin Ya withdrew her gaze, too lazy to care about the farce over there, and got up to walk towards her own combat cockpit.

Meanwhile, Class Monitor Zhao Feilong was still offering up his final prayers:

"It would be too shameful to be demoted!"

"Heaven protect me... give me someone weaker! Even if it's someone who just promoted, that would be fine!"

Just as Class Monitor Zhao Feilong was frantically making wishes in his heart.

The door to the preparation area opened.

"Creak!"

Two figures swayed in slowly.

The one in the lead had his hands in his pockets, his eyelids drooping, looking like he hadn't woken up yet, and he was even yawning.

Behind him followed a cute little girl, holding a large bucket of popcorn from who-knows-where, crunching as she ate.

This excessively relaxed style was completely out of place with the tense, suffocating atmosphere here.

"So this is the fourth pool?"

Jiang You scanned the oppressive lounge and muttered:

"Why does everyone look like they're constipated? Why is the atmosphere so heavy?"

"Hm?"

Class Monitor Zhao Feilong and Lin Ya were stunned at the same time.

"Jiang... Jiang You?"

Lin Ya widened her beautiful eyes, looking at the familiar figure in disbelief:

"How could he be here?"

"This is the fourth seed pool! It's the competition zone for the top 500!"

"Could it be that he... fought his way up here?"

Class Monitor Zhao Feilong's pupils also shook violently, but then, a flash of wild joy surged into his heart.

He stared fixedly at Jiang You, like a drowning man seeing a piece of driftwood, or a hungry wolf seeing a lost little lamb.

"Jiang You..."

"That mascot from Class F who relied on hype to get ahead?"

"He actually managed to mix his way into the fourth stage?"

Class Monitor Zhao Feilong's Brain worked at high speed:

"It must be because the previous stages were too watery! Allowing someone of his caliber to find a loophole!"

"If..."

Class Monitor Zhao Feilong licked his dry lips, a strong thought rising in his heart:

"If my decisive match could be matched with him..."

"Wouldn't that be heaven helping me?"

"This is a guaranteed gift of points!"

The matching mechanism here gives priority to matching players with the same stage and similar points.

Jiang You had just arrived, his points were 0.

And although he had many wins, because he lost two critical matches, his hidden score had actually dropped significantly, making it very likely he would be matched with a low-score opponent!

"Opportunity!"

"This is an opportunity delivered to my mouth by the heavens!"

The gloom in Class Monitor Zhao Feilong's eyes vanished instantly.

He pushed away the follower who was still whimpering, straightened his messy clothes, and a ferocious smile appeared on his face.

He watched Jiang You walk towards an empty combat cockpit, watched Jiang You slowly open the cabin door and sit inside.

"There is a path to heaven that you refuse to take, and there is no gate to hell, yet you barged in yourself."

Class Monitor Zhao Feilong sneered, without any hesitation, he rushed directly to the combat cockpit next to Jiang You!

"As long as he and I press the match button at the same time..."

"At this time, in this segment..."

"The probability of being matched is very high!"

Class Monitor Zhao Feilong quickly lay into the cabin, and the door closed.

At this moment, the door to Jiang You's side also just happened to close.

...

Inside the virtual combat cockpit.

Jiang You looked at the control console in front of him, and the screen displayed the words [Fourth Stage: Battle for the Top 500].

"Finally reached a place with a bit of real value."

"The combat cockpits here are also much more professional than before!"

Jiang You extended his finger and gently tapped the [Start Matching] button.

"Hum —"

The system began to operate.

Almost at the same second.

Class Monitor Zhao Feilong in the next cabin also used trembling fingers to press that button hard, muttering:

"Match me with him! Must match with him!"

"I want to use his blood to wash away my previous humiliation! To pave my way to promotion!"

As if it had heard Class Monitor Zhao Feilong's vicious prayer.

Only two seconds passed.

"Ding!"

A crisp prompt sounded in both their cabins simultaneously.

[Match Successful!]

[Red Side: Class A, Class Monitor Zhao Feilong (6 Wins, 2 Losses, Life-or-Death Match)]

VS

[Blue Side: Class F, Jiang You (0 Wins, 0 Losses, Newly Promoted)]

Looking at the familiar name on the screen, Class Monitor Zhao Feilong burst into maniacal laughter in the narrow cabin:

"Hahahaha!"

"Jiang You! It really is you!"

"At the moment I most needed a victory to promote, heaven sent you to me!"

"This is destiny! This is the treatment of a protagonist!"

Meanwhile, in the other cabin.

Jiang You looked at the name on the screen, paused for a moment, then curled his lips in disgust:

"Tsk, why is it an acquaintance?"

"Class Monitor Zhao Feilong... 6 wins and 2 losses?"

Jiang You rubbed his chin, thoughtful:

"That means, if I win against him..."

"He has to drop to the next stage?"

"Sigh, although it's a bit cruel..."

The corners of Jiang You's mouth lifted slightly, and the faint blue light in his eyes began to flicker:

"But if it's to let him go home for dinner earlier..."

"Then I can only reluctantly send him on his way."

Meanwhile, in the broadcast room of the central spectator hall.

Several broadcast directors responsible for monitoring the data of the whole venue were originally drinking tea, bored.

After all, the competition had progressed to this point, and most of it was just rookies pecking at each other, lacking that explosive point that makes people's eyes light up.

Suddenly, a young broadcast director staring at the data of the fourth seed pool had his eyes widen sharply, and the teacup in his hand smashed onto the table with a "clatter".

"Holy crap! Director Ma, come look!"

The young broadcast director pointed at the monitor, his voice changing pitch from excitement:

"They hit! They hit!"

"Finally, two characters with talking points have matched in the fourth stage!"

Director Ma heard this, walked over casually to take a look, and the next second, he sprang up from his chair:

"What!"

"Class A freshman monitor Class Monitor Zhao Feilong versus Class F team leader Jiang You?"

A wolf-like light erupted in Director Ma's eyes instantly.

One is the proud child of heaven from Class A, a trending figure upon enrollment, but now deep in a quagmire, a "tragic hero" facing a demotion crisis.

One is the Class F team leader who is rumored to have awakened an SSS-grade Supernatural Ability, and today, like he's cheating, has been crushing everyone all the way up!

And, it is said that these two had conflicts when they first enrolled!

"Quick, quick, quick!"

Director Ma waved his big hand and roared:

"Withdraw all other split screens for me!"

"Cut to the main screen! Project this match onto the main screen for me!"

"Turn the sound effects to the max! Maximize the data panel! This is today's focus battle!"