Chapter 391 KING


    But CM001 was not as cooperative as Tan Png. It took a lot of persuasion for him to finally relent. Tan Png was able to use the time to mentally prepare himself. He put on the headset prepared by the organizers so that he would not be distracted by the noises made by the crowd.


    Ye Ci saw Tan Png preparing himself for the match, and turned around to look at CM001. Due to therge crowd, she would not have found the yer had it not been therge sign marking his position.


    As she could not see the face of the yer, Ye Ci turned around and looked at therge disy set up by the organizers of the event.


    Ten more minutes had passed, and the casters for the match had arrived on scene. The match officially began once both yers were notified to proceed.


    Ye Ci was not an avid yer of the game, but even she could feel the difference between CM001 and Tan Png. The oue of the match could not be judged by their openings alone, but she had a nagging feeling that Tan Png was fighting against a very strong opponent.


    The caster was apparently a professional. He was able to provide urate insight of the ongoing match for the crowd that had gathered, while effortlessly cracking the asional joke with his colleague.


    More and more attendees were attracted to the booth, making the already crowded area even more crammed.


    Cheers and cries of surprises would often erupt from the crowd.


    “What an interesting match we have here today! These two yers are ying just like professionals. I’ve never seen something like this in my entire life...” as the caster was still analyzing the match, Ye Ci could already see the first signs of defeat from Tan Png.


    It was twenty eight minutes into the match, and Tan Png had always been on the offensive, but he was unable to crack CM001’s efences. While it looked as if Tan Png had the upper hand, Ye Ci had a feeling that Tan Png would soon face defeat. And it woulde within fifteen minutes.


    But Ye Ci’s prediction was off. The turning point of the match came not even two minutester.


    Without warning, CM001 broke Tan Png’s offensive, and began tounch waves after waves of attacks of his own. Tan Png was eventually forced into a corner. His advantages were all but gone within the span of a single minute.


    It took just another minute for CM001 to utterly crush Tan Png and end the match with a victory.


    “Oh! What a y from CM001! His attacks were calcted, quick, and very ferocious! PPL did not even have a chance to fight back! I think even a professional yer would not have been able to do anything against his attacks. PPLL was a decent yer, but CM001 is on an entirely different level...”


    The attendees were all shocked by CM001’s disy of skills. He was indeed ying like a professional.


    Tan Png was stunned. He sat looking at his screen even after the match had ended. Ye Ci patted the boy on his shoulder in an attempt to console him, but he ignored her entirely. He set his headset aside and stood on his chair to look at the direction of CM001’sputer.


    Ye Ci, who was shocked, immediately tried to pull him down, “What are you doing?! Get down here! How can you step onto the table like this?”


    But she waspletely ignored by Tan Png, who continued shouting in the direction of CM001, “King, is that you?! King!”


    The boy’s voice was quickly drowned out by the noise of his surroundings, but Ye Ci who was right beside him could hear his words clearly.


    King? Why is the name so familiar? And a sudden realisation crossed her mind. Wasn’t that the name of the five time world champion? But Tan Png had already jumped down from the table and was running towards the direction of CM001.


    “Png!” Ye Ci immediately followed after the boy.


    With strength that he did not even know he possessed, Tan Png was able to pushed past the crowd towards CM001, leaving Ye Ci behind to apologize to the people who were pushed aside.


    Tan Png was already standing beside CM001 when Ye Ci finally caught up with the boy. Damn it, can’t he be slightly considerate? Can you not see what shoes I’m wearing?


    “King! Is that you? Why did you not tell me?” Tan Png shouted excitedly at CM001.


    Ye Ci directed her gaze towards the person named King. He was a young man not older than the age of twenty five. He’s able to be five times champion in the world tournament at this age? We really shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. The young man was dressed casually in a high cored sweater and a pair of jeans. What a shame. Thought Ye Ci when she saw his face. A face like this should not belong to a man.


    Unlike Bai Mo who was kind and gentle, and Tan Png who was lively and full of energy, Ye Ci could only describe the man with the word “pretty”. Indeed, the word was not best suited to be used to describe a man, but that was the only word Ye Ci could think of when she saw his face.


    The man did not appear to be surprised by the appearance of Tan Png, “Long time no see, Png.”


    With a loud cry, Tan Png jumped at Fleeting Time and pulled him in for a hug, “You’re back! You’re actually back! I thought you’ll still be staying in America!”


    But King took a step back and nudged Tan Png away, “Heh, calm down Png, I’m not gay.” his gaze was already set on Ye Ci when he spoke.


    Ye Ci was staring at the interaction between the two. He knew that King was an idol of Tan Png. She understood how the boy felt but... Why is he staring at me?


    “Oh, by the way, King, allow me to introduce. This is...” Tan Png was smiling like a child as he introduced King to Ye Ci.


    But his introduction was cut short as the employees of the booth made their way through the crowd, led by a man in a fancy looking suit, who smiled at King, “Good day, CM001. I am the manager in charge of the <<spacewar>> booth today, Huang Qi. Have you attended any international tournaments before?”</spacewar>


    King shifted his gaze from Ye Ci to the uninvited guest and narrowed his eyes at Huang Qi’s extended hand and shook it lightly, “What do you need from me, Mr.Huang?”


    “I’m an esports enthusiast myself. Your ystyle seemed very simr to that of the former world champion King. Allow me to make my guess. Are you perhaps... King?”


    A smile appeared on King’s lips, “No.”


    “You’re not?!” Huang Qi’s eyes widened. He looked at Tan Png, who was staring confusedly at King, “How can it be! I’m a fan of King, and I’ve watched every match he yed. Your ystyle... It’s just like King..”


    But King cut him off mid sentence, “I’m not King.”