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“As you can see, in Lincoln’s live broadcast room, in addition to the Daxia audience, a large number of overseas viewers have also flooded in.”

“So far, there are English, Russian, German, French, Arabic, and other languages I don’t recognize at all.”

“Alright, Lincoln is starting to invite people, Camille Victoria, Super Tomato, Yi, Yelang… As expected, Camille Victoria is always the first pick. Comrades, what does this mean? I don’t think I need to say more, do I?”

“Wait, who did he just invite? Who is this? I don’t think I’ve seen this female player before. Does anyone know her?”

Ren Jian, as a well-known domestic commentator, naturally wouldn’t miss such a rare opportunity and had been well-prepared for the live commentary early on.

At this moment, he is in the virtual world, with five live broadcast windows in front of him, wearing a microphone, and giving commentary to the audience.

Cloud Dream did not invite him to do this job; Ren Jian’s actions are entirely voluntary.

His appearance made many small streamers who planned to broadcast and comment on the game groan.

After all, with a professional commentator like Ren Jian stepping forward, it would be even harder for them to grab much attention.

However, no matter how professional Ren Jian may be or how much attention he pays to the gaming circle, facing the intern Camille who was invited by Lincoln, he too was baffled for a moment.

— Who is this?

Someone who can be invited by Lincoln along with these top streamers must not be ordinary.

But this person seems to have never appeared in the gaming circle?

There were also question marks all over the live broadcast room.

However, this confusion was only limited to the Daxia region; overseas viewers watching the live broadcast didn’t care at all — after all, they didn’t know the big streamers in front either.

Ren Jian’s confusion didn’t last long. Soon, several streamers began inviting people, and Ren Jian resumed introducing the streamers who were invited.

Camille Victoria also conveniently invited Shuihua, and Shuihua quickly invited Lance.

So, Ren Jian skipped the intern he didn’t know, and began to introduce Shuihua in an exaggerated manner, even counting with his fingers Shuihua’s incredible achievements.

In comparison, Lance, who was clearly a celebrity professional player and the national champion of the “Assassins’ Alliance,” was simply referred to as a “well-known domestic professional player” by Ren Jian, without any praise at all.

This also somewhat revealed a phenomenon in the player circle: the champion may belong to the strongest, but the popularity is often created by the inexplicable.

“Alright, and Lincoln has now started the matching!”

“Tonight’s [All-Star Streamers Match] officially begins!”

“Let’s see if their opponents will be Russia or Germany…”

“Italy? What the hell? No, I didn’t mean what the hell Italy is; I meant, how can a country ranked 19th on the leaderboard reach the top?”

“Lincoln isn’t deliberately picking on weak players to dominate, right?”

Then, less than ten minutes into the match, Ren Jian deeply realized his mistake —

“I’m sorry, I admit I was wrong, and Lincoln didn’t cheat.” He said, covering his face speechlessly, “‘The noob turns out to be me!’”

“But are Italian players really that strong?!”

“If they were really so strong, how did they fall to 19th place?”

“Is anyone on the opposing ‘Elite Squad’ broadcasting live? Can I check it out?”

Ren Jian was utterly puzzled.

However, he was not familiar with the European Internet situation, and even with Cloud Dream’s convenient network channels and translation tools, one would have to know what to search for and where to search before it works, yet Ren Jian didn’t possess that skill.

So, he could only ask for the help of his vast audience while forcibly suppressing his curiosity and continuing to comment on the match —

“Due to a teammate’s mistake at the beginning, the enemy took advantage and now has them completely suppressed. If they don’t adjust, continuing to charge forward will only give up points.”

“Yi has boarded a bomber; is that tactic coming?!”

“Oh! A full-scale counterattack! A major counterattack on Point C!”

“Suicide Bomber tactic!”

“Very successful, the Italian players obviously haven’t encountered this tactic before, and their battle line is forced to retreat continuously!”

“Wait! Lincoln didn’t charge towards the front line! He took a detour! His target is —”

“The enemy’s base?!”

“Don’t be reckless! So many people died on the frontline, and all the opposing players are respawning. Support for the base will be quick!”

However, Lincoln on the screen wouldn’t hear his voice, taking advantage of the chaos at Point C and no enemy snipers at high places, he quickly crossed the map’s midline and rushed towards the enemy’s base all on his own.

Of course, saying “all on his own” isn’t entirely accurate – Camille Victoria was following him.

But Little Princess was somewhat nervous in her heart: she was good at riding and had learned swordsmanship, but she had never learned shooting and mounted combat.

Moreover, she didn’t like fighting and killing, so her skills in “Battlefield” were pretty basic.

This made her worry whether she could be of any help.

Lincoln, on the other hand, didn’t think about all these trivialities, and galloped with his long spear along the edge of the map. Soon, he discovered something outrageous –

Despite moving along the edge of the map, he kept seeing Italian players lying on the ground one after another.

They had been lying there shamelessly without any cover when they had the high ground, and now that they had lost it, they were still lying there motionlessly waiting for kills?

How stubborn could they be!

The most outrageous thing was that these people were holding machine guns and continuously shooting at Daxia players rushing from Point D to Point C after respawning, with “tut-tut-tut” gunshots nonstop.

They completely ignored the sound of Lincoln and Camille Victoria’s horseshoe.

So –

Lincoln started to have fun!

He raised his long spear and started stabbing their butts one by one!

One after another, one after another, and one more after another!

Lincoln was so happy stabbing their butts that he almost went straight from crossing the midline to the enemies’ base.

With so many people stabbed to death, their base should have been alarmed, right?

Lincoln raised his guard, crouched down, and rushed towards the Point A building.

But –

Nothing happened! No one attacked him!

It was only when he got up close to the Italian players that they noticed him, and they hurriedly raised their guns in panic to shoot at him.

But it’s not easy to kill a cavalry with such high armor without aiming!

This person only realized Lincoln’s presence when he was already up close, and getting stabbed to death with one spear was the only outcome.

After that, Lincoln moved around the broken buildings, charging in and out three times, killing one opponent after another, as his attacks became more and more smooth.

Moreover, he had some unexpected gains: besides learning knife skills with Xu Chun, he also learned gun skills with Lori.

Now, wielding a long spear in battle, although he couldn’t talk about any martial arts insights, he did have a deeper understanding of what Lori had taught him, and using the long spear became more and more handy.

At one point, he even had a selfish thought: should he add the “mounted combat” element to “Virtual Chang’an”?

But there were so many NPCs in Chang’an, and it didn’t seem suitable for mounted combat.

How about Chang’an night battles?

Or expand the city’s outer map, adding bandits, treasure caves, and the like?

Once the development and operation of “Battlefield” were on the right track, Lincoln, who loved new things, started paying more attention to Chang’an.

Jason was still learning how to use development tools, and once he had followed Fred for a while, he would be thrown into the “Virtual Chang’an” project team by Lincoln.

Didn’t Fred say that Jason was a bit idealistic?

Just right, the “Virtual Chang’an” project needed idealists.

With his momentary distraction, combined with the relentless shooting from several enemies on the second floor, Lincoln’s White Horse finally reached its limit and collapsed with a mournful cry.

Lincoln immediately rolled on the spot and quickly got up to hide in a corner.

Camille Victoria, who had been following him and providing cover, hurriedly jumped off her horse and threw a healing pack to Lincoln.

Once Lincoln’s health was recovered, he didn’t pull out his gun but rushed into the building with a smoke grenade, then charged upstairs with his military knife.

Recently, Lincoln’s most energy-consuming activities were neither horse riding nor gunmanship, but single-handed combat!

So –

It’s time to show some real skills!