Chapter 1629 - 413: Dual Streamers Competing for the Crown, Recovery of the Dead_5

Chapter 1629: Chapter 413: Dual Streamers Competing for the Crown, Recovery of the Dead_5

Then it was torn into pieces by countless wind blades, the scene grand and violent, filled with the thrill of magical domination.

Ming An was surrounded by the evil wind, hovering in the air, like the arrival of a wind god, stirring the blood of the clansmen in the live streaming room and the audience.

Two live streaming rooms, two completely different combat styles.

The forum discussions reached a climax, supporters took their stances, arguing fervently.

The final sprint phase unfolded under the watchful eyes of countless pairs of eyes.

Ye Ming obviously realized the pressure brought by Ming An, accelerating his hunting pace, with his avatars collaborating ever more skillfully, even beginning to attempt more adventurous strategies, luring multiple monster groups, using avatars to pull, and the main body performing precision strikes in extreme time, squeezing efficiency to the limit.

Ming An also gave it his all, his spiritual power frantically consumed under the support of the Lifeforce Inhalation, consuming potions as if they were free.

The Evil Wind Domain continuously opened, pushing horizontally towards the monster-dense areas on the map.

On the leaderboard, the numbers of the two alternated at a staggering speed, the gap remaining within a tiny range.

Time ticked by second by second, the countdown to the end of the event resounding like a war drum in every viewer’s heart.

Finally, at the moment the countdown hit zero, the leaderboard was frozen.

The entire forum fell silent instantly, then erupted with a tsunami of discussions.

The top spot was surprisingly: Mist Commander.

He, with a very slight advantage, successfully took down a high-level monster at the last moment, securing the first place in this round of the newbie leveling leaderboard.

Ye Ming’s live streaming room was flooded with: Congratulations to the first, God of Assassins... bullet comments.

And in Ming An’s streaming room, after a brief silence, it was filled with comforting words from clansmen and audience: Though defeated, still honorable, lost in time, and so on.

This ten-day-long battle for the top spot finally came to an end.

The name Mist Commander resounded throughout the Player Faction with his superb assassin skills.

And Ming An’s performance also won widespread recognition from the magic players.

Many believe he will most likely be the second top Magic God under the Rebel Throat.

And after the event ended, both Ye Ming and Ming An heard the Challenger Tips in their minds:

[Challenger Tips: Congratulations on winning first place in this "newbie leveling" event, receiving a sacrificial power reward: 1 million.]

[Challenger Tips: Congratulations on winning second place in this "newbie leveling" event, receiving a sacrificial power reward: 500,000.]

...

A million sacrificial power injected into the account.

Ye Ming slowly exhaled, his tense nerves finally relaxing.

The intense ten-day competition pushed his potential to the limit, especially the final moment’s multi-avatar combat mode, and the entire high-pressure hunt.

But more inside was the exhilaration after giving his all.

The battle that pushed his skills and will to the limit made him feel truly satisfied after a long time.

"Time to go back."

With the event over and having received the massive sacrificial power, there were no more restrictions.

He had to carefully plan how to use the 4 million or so sacrificial power starting funds in his space bag.

Most importantly, he needed to return to the village for a round of enhancement.

Just as Ye Ming called up the panel and prepared to "self-dissolve".

Roar!

An earth-shattering roar suddenly exploded from behind, the sound wave carrying a bloody wind, making the surrounding trees tremble wildly.

A shadow as big as a small mountain burst out from the green, pouncing towards him.

If it were still during the event, Ye Ming would certainly choose to avoid it temporarily, or find an opportunity to hunt it.

But this time, he did not choose to dodge.

"Just right... saves the self-dissolve countdown."

As this thought flashed by, the giant claw was already upon him.

Thud!

Severe pain hit, his vision turned black instantly, and a prompt echoed in his mind.

[Challenger Tips: You have died, entering a 1-hour resurrection cooldown.]

...

One hour later, Ye Ming’s figure appeared at the teleport point in the Imperial Tomb Village.

He did not stop in the bustling and noisy Central Square.

He quickly walked through the intersecting buildings to a quiet corner.

With a slight thought, the function panel appeared.

Besides all the functions every player had, there was also a hidden function bound to his soul since he gained Player Qualification: Mingwu Army.

His consciousness touched it.

In an instant, it felt as if his consciousness was being pulled away, immersed in an endless dense gray mist.

As the mist churned, countless statue-like still figures appeared in it, lined up extending to the edge of visibility.

Ye Ming took a deep breath, calming his turbulent emotions.

His consciousness focused on the retrieval interface, entered a long string of characters.

As the true name entry was completed, the gray mist seemed to be stirred by an invisible force, automatically retreating to both sides.

His sight was guided by an invisible force, piercing through layers of mist, finally locking onto a figure deep within the gray mist.

The figure was cloaked in a magnificent robe, its face indistinct, yet radiating an aura of dominance over the world.

Above its head floated a crown condensed from Mingwu: the Fog Crown.

Even in its statue state, the invisible suppression it emanated far exceeded any surrounding figures.

[Target unit: Mingwu Emperor (Death State)]

[Revival requirement: 5000 sacrificial power]

Without hesitation, Ye Ming confirmed payment.

sacrificial power was instantly deducted from his account, transforming into a crimson light, injected into the chest of the imposing figure ahead.

Like a withered tree meeting spring, the statue of the Mingwu Emperor slightly trembled, the silent gray mist around its body began to swirl like a living entity.

Before the Mingwu Emperor could awaken, Ye Ming’s consciousness pulled it out of the Mingwu Army space.

In an instant, the figure of the Mingwu Emperor formed beside him.

The originally stately figure quickly solidified, the authority-symbolizing Fog Crown on its head seemed to be crushed by an invisible pressure, fragmenting and dispersing inch by inch.

Following that, its twilight-hued robe rapidly dimmed, the patterns on it dissipating, finally simplifying into an unremarkable piece of black cloth.

The indistinct face also became clear at this moment, revealing a youthful face with a hint of confusion, its skin grayish-white.

The imposing aura emanating from its body receded like a tide, disappearing completely.

In the blink of an eye, this newly awakened Mingwu Emperor transformed into a penniless newbie player image.

Clad in black, barehanded, his eyes still carried the confusion of just waking up.

He stood there dumbfounded, looking down at the unfamiliar attire on his body, then lifted his head to face the unfamiliar Ye Ming before him.

Ye Ming: ヽ(￣▽￣)ﾉ

Mingwu Emperor: ???