Chapter 28: A Record-Breaking 10 Points!

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the WPL 2023 National Werewolf Tournament!"

"The twenty-four teams advancing to the top twenty-four will be revealed very soon!"

"Our organizing committee is currently scoring all the players, and the results are about to be revealed right here in my hands!"

Commentator Xiao Ming shouted into his microphone with high energy and intense enthusiasm. His excitement ignited the atmosphere in the arena; waves of cheering rose and fell, making the entire venue seem to tremble.

"Did 'Hand Over Your Thoughts' secure their advancement? I want to see the expression on the face of that No. 3 player, Kuang Li, from the 'Dragon-Like Gun' team right now!"

"Hahaha, who would have thought the ace of 'Dragon-Like Gun' would be poisoned to death before he even got a chance to play? Their coach must be so furious he’s spitting blood! When a scholar meets a soldier, there’s no reasoning to be had."

"Hilarious! I wonder if their coach is sweating buckets right now."

The entire arena was deafeningly loud, all because of Wang Changsheng’s play as the Witch. The players on stage were equally bewildered. Before the system transported them out of the virtual space, the No. 10 Seer had looked at him with a complex expression, while Pingtou Ge was pale as a ghost.

Their wolf pack had truly crashed and burned this round. No matter how much they racked their brains, they never could have guessed that this guy, who had come up from the substitute roster, would dare to pull off such an heaven-defying move!

*Hiss—*

The gaming pods opened slowly. Wang Changsheng and the other eleven players opened their eyes. The pods were arranged in a circle, so as soon as he stood up, Wang Changsheng heard the No. 8 player, a curvaceous woman, say to him in an incredibly excited tone: "Little brother, you were the Witch?"

Wang Changsheng looked back at her. "I'm not little, big sister."

No. 8 paused, then burst into laughter. Her voice was bolder than the average woman's, and she laughed without a hint of inhibition.

"How did you dare to use your poison on the first day instead of saving someone? Did you somehow sniff out that No. 3 was the Wolf Gun?"

The woman laughed until she was trembling, then calmed down slightly and continued, "I remember you said during the police call that No. 3 didn't seem like a good role. So you had already pinpointed him back then!"

Wang Changsheng glanced at Kuang Li, who was sitting up with a face as dark as thunder. He shrugged. "I was just guessing, really—I just happened to get lucky. But then again, he was acting so pretentious after drawing the Wolf Gun."

"You’re very interesting. Let’s be friends; I’m Xia Bobo from the 'Wave' team. You can just call me Sister Bobo from now on." Xia Bobo’s bright red lips curled upward, and she seemed quite interested in Wang Changsheng.

"Alright, Sister Bobo. My name is Changsheng, surname Wang. You can just call me Changsheng."

"Okay, little~ Changsheng." Xia Bobo drew out the syllable.

Wang Changsheng’s face darkened.

Nearby, the No. 6 player had also heard their conversation. As a member of the wolf pack, she had been utterly crushed, unable to fight back. Seeing them laughing and joking among the "good guys" after waking up nearly made her lose her breath.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. Finally, the cute girl in the No. 6 seat couldn't help but ask Wang Changsheng: "Um, No. 7, you aren't the Hunter. Why did you fake-claim the Hunter back then?"

Hearing this, the No. 5 player also turned his head.

Wang Changsheng raised an eyebrow as he stood up from his pod. His words seemed directed at No. 6, but his gaze fell squarely on the sharp-faced, burly man in seat No. 3. "Oh, I was just bluffing you. Besides, I had a 'gold water' clear on me, so I could play however I wanted. Who would have thought you would self-destruct right away?"

"Did you guys really think I was the Hunter? Oops~ unfortunately for you, I wasn't."

Wang Changsheng’s words sounded incredibly provocative. Kuang Li’s face was sullen, looking as if ink were dripping from it.

[Please leave the arena in an orderly fashion.]

The organizers' announcement rang out. Wang Changsheng ignored the No. 3 player and walked straight out. Outside, the crowd was in an uproar. The commentators had just received the player ratings for the match.

"Alright, everyone!"

"I now have the list of the twenty-four teams advancing from the WPL 2023 National Werewolf Tournament, along with the player ratings!"

"Regarding that Witch play just now, how many points do you think the judges gave him?"

"I’m about to reveal it!"

Xiao Ming opened the folder in his hands. With just one glance, he was stunned. "My God! Ladies and gentlemen, I can’t believe my eyes! The judges have given the No. 7 Witch such high recognition!"

The audience, seeing him stalling, started clamoring.

"How many points is it?!"
"Just say it already!"
"Stop keeping us in suspense!"

Commentator Xiao Ming’s throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. With a slightly trembling but incredibly excited voice, he shouted: "10 points! A perfect 10!"

"This is the unanimous recognition from the organizing committee for the No. 7 Witch!"

Commentator Xiao Han chimed in loudly: "10 points? That’s incredible! Since the inception of the national professional Werewolf circuit, we have never seen such a high score!"

"This was a historic, brilliant match! A new record has been broken, and even the conclusion was so dramatic!"

"That's right! Even back in the supreme tournaments, the national number one, 'God,' only managed to get an 8, right? And that was a match that dragged on until the sixth day before the win was secured!"

"Whew, is this No. 7 player really just a substitute? Because of him, three wolves were wiped out, allowing the good-guy faction to quickly secure the win!"

"I wonder if the audience is interested in hearing the replay analysis from Changsheng and the wolf pack? If so, please follow our official account and stay tuned for our bonus content!"

As the commentators finished, the audience let out a chorus of groans.

"Ugh, asking for a follow again. Can't you just analyze it on the spot?"

"Nothing we can do, there's another match coming up soon; there's no time for a full review. But man, that guy Changsheng from 'Hand Over Your Thoughts' is insane! Even though the national tournament hasn't been going on for long, a score like that is enough to get anyone's blood pumping!"

"Yeah, even the 'God' team only got 8 points. How is this guy even more ridiculous than the people on the 'God' team? And his name is pretty unique, too—Changsheng? Sounds even more badass than 'God'."

"The point is he’s also really handsome! And so talented. With him around, 'Hand Over Your Thoughts' might actually have a chance to make the national top twelve and charge straight into the World Championship!"

"That’s not necessarily true. Their ace was poached, and who knows, maybe it was just luck? Isn't the team that No. 3 is on at odds with them? What if this Changsheng guy was just out for revenge and happened to stumble into a win?"

"I don't care about that—we'll see how the next match goes!"