Chapter 1209 The Strongest SoloKi
12th King!
At this moment, the world is focused on you!
If this is the "Moving the World" award ceremony, then Liu Zilang's award speech should be like this.
When the rope of fate ruthlessly tied his right leg, when others sighed at the sadness of life.
He is physically disabled but mentally strong!
He used both hands to type out unrestrained operations on the keyboard like an antelope hanging its horns, and won the highest honor that countless players around the world are eager to get:
The strongest!
SoloKing!
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At this time, looking at Liu Zilang leaning on a single crutches under the spotlight.
After a moment of astonishment from countless audiences in the audience, a loud shout suddenly came from somewhere on the scene!
"Vic is a bad guy!"
This sound was like a small flame thrown into a gasoline barrel, and it instantly ignited the boiling passion of the audience from countless countries in the world!
Music has no borders, and so does e-sports!
At this time, there was a "bang" around the stage, and countless golden streamers were sprayed into the air. At first glance, it looked like a golden rain fell over the stadium.
"Vic is a fraud!"
The commentator shouted again.
"Vic is a fraud!"
All the Asian audiences raised their hands.
"Vic is a fraud!"
Even European and American audiences at the scene started to make waves.
"Vic is a fraud!"
"Fraud!"
"Fraud!"
"Fraud!"
The shouts became more and more loud!
Getting louder and louder!
Getting more and more uniform!
Although many European, American or other Asian audiences did not know the specific meaning of "fraud", in this wave of enthusiasm, everyone still unconsciously integrated into it, and the scene was so magnificent that it was hard to describe!
In the competition seat, Liu Zilang, who was leaning on a single crutch, was also stunned when he saw the scene below the stage. Did these guys take drugs?
Is it necessary to be so excited about eating chicken?
He raised his hand to cover his side face and shook his head gently.
I really can't do anything about myself!
If you don't control this charm, you will cause such a commotion.
Oh, that's all!
Liu Zilang chuckled, leaned on his crutches and bowed slightly, with one hand across his chest, bowing to the four sides of the venue in turn, looking very gentlemanly.
Under the stage, Li Muqiu and others who were standing together saw this, and their eyes twitched.
"What is this kid doing?" Gao Yunyang squinted.
"Damn it! He's showing off again. I really want to beat him to death!"
Li Muqiu, who wanted to replace him, said sourly as if he had eaten a pound of lemons:
"This idiot thinks he is Master Ze, and he is so gentlemanly. He must want to pick up a young lady."
"Shit... Shit will not pick up a young lady."
Misaka Kotomi puffed up her face immediately after hearing this, and argued unconfidently.
Li Muqiu rolled his eyes, glanced at Misaka Kotomi, and suddenly raised his head and sighed.
"Alas, this kid is hopeless."
"......" Misaka Kotomi.
......
On the stage, a European and American blonde female host with big waves stepped on a pair of stilettos, holding a microphone and a script in her hand and walked towards Liu Zilang with a smile.
"Wow! Let us congratulate player Vic first. You played very very very today..."
When Dabolang said this, he used three "Very"s in a row!
Combined with her unusually exaggerated thumbs-up gesture, Liu Zilang immediately felt like a man with bursting self-confidence.
Ahem... low-key.
The next moment, Liu Zilang's smile faded, and he resumed his calm "sage state".
Dabolang didn't notice it, and continued after he finished speaking, "Then I believe the audience here are as curious as I am. You started the game by floating in the air and landed directly to get the airdrop. Are these tactics planned in advance?"
Hearing this question, many audiences in the audience couldn't help but stretch their ears!
Everyone's eyes were cast on Liu Zilang in an instant, and their eyes were full of curiosity.
"It's over! This guy is going to start showing off again!" Li Muqiu suddenly covered his face with his hands and issued a high-energy warning.
As expected, before the male translator who came up with him had time to put the microphone to his mouth, Liu Zilang smiled indifferently and shook it from the translator's hand, and "took over" the microphone calmly.
When the audience in the domestic live broadcast room saw this scene, they were all stunned.
"Eh? Vic doesn't want a translator?"
"Damn! I didn't even understand what the young lady said, but Vic actually understood it?"
"It's over, this guy is not going to do the construction site whining in the live broadcast room again, is he?"
"No way! This is too embarrassing!"
"Quick! Don't tell me that I know this Dogecoin, and quickly remove my fan card."
"Hehe, you are still naive!"
"Those who say construction site whining probably haven't seen Vic working as a part-time translator in Se7en and competing in the world championship."
"No way? Vic's construction site English can be a part-time translator? Can others understand it?"
"I'm going to say it, Se7en must have been very poor back then..."
"......"
The audience in the official live broadcast room in China were complaining on the barrage. Liu Zilang often showed off his "construction site whining" in the live broadcast room when he had nothing to do, so naturally no one believed it.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, a fluent English question suddenly came from the field.
"Before answering this question, I would like to ask, do you know Edison?"
The familiar voice, familiar tone, but what is unfamiliar is the authentic American English.
"Ah? I know."
Dabolang, who was holding the microphone and responsible for the interview, was stunned. He didn't understand what this had to do with the question she asked.
But soon, her good professionalism made her smile again and said, "I especially appreciate what he said that genius is 1% talent plus 99% sweat. I think you..."
"Well, I appreciate it too."
Liu Zilang suddenly interrupted her and smiled politely and gentlemanly, "But I'm sorry, I think we may be just the opposite."
"..." In an instant, the smile on Dabolang's face froze.
Liu Zilang continued with a smile, "This is the first question I want to answer."
"I think the solo match is a competition that shows the ultimate personal ability. For such a competition, I will not prepare any tactics. Everything depends on this..."
As he said this, Liu Zilang's mouth corners slightly raised and pointed to his head.
Everything is self-evident.
In an instant, there was silence off the court, but the barrage in the live broadcast room exploded again!
"666, I give you full marks for this wave, I'm not afraid of your pride."
"Vic said that he would be sad if he didn't pretend to be better than me for a day!"
"Haha, I suddenly feel a little sorry for Miss Big Wave."
"..."
Big Wave was stunned for two seconds, and finally reacted. She laughed dryly, looked down at the script and continued, "Then may I ask if the last operation of using AWM to pick up the grenade was also a flash of inspiration for you?"
"Ah? Pick up the grenade?"
When it comes to this, Master Lang, who has always been calm and composed, is rarely puzzled.
He tilted his head and said in confusion, "Are you sure...I did this at the end?"
Big Wave:.......
Audience:......
It seems that this guy didn't watch the replay and didn't know what he did at the end.
Come to think of it.
The situation was so critical at the end, and the two of them pulled the trigger almost at the moment of drawing their guns. It is indeed difficult for normal people to notice what they did when they drew their guns.
This is a typical "darkness under the lamp".
Puff——!
Unexpectedly, he heard his words.
Someone under the stage finally couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood on the spot!
Micooy stood in the audience blankly.
He recalled the last desperate fire in his vision, and suddenly found sadly that he always wanted to cry when he recalled it.
It's too lonely to be alone.
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