Chapter Ninety-Two: A Master of the War of Words—I Could Do That Too

Inside the room, Zhang the Immortal managed to add Bai Qingming on WeChat, then sat on the bed and opened Honor of Kings.

“Brother, want to play some Honor of Kings?”

“Don’t know how? No problem, I’ll teach you. I’m insanely good.”

“Oh, you don’t like playing?”

“Then how about you watch me play?”

The next day, the martial arts carnival officially began.

At six in the evening, the event entered its preparation phase.

Streamers arrived one after another at the venue, gathering in small groups and lingering in the waiting room.

After meeting, they first went through the usual round of polished business praise.

Roughly speaking, it amounted to: I watch your streams all the time, or my wife really loves watching you, and so on.

In short, it all came down to one line: I’ve seen your stream, and I know who you are.

Especially around the few major streamers from the League of Legends category, people like Uzi, Saucy Man, and Boss Ba; streamers with only a few hundred thousand or one or two million followers could only serve as background, flattering them desperately in hopes of borrowing some of their heat and gaining a few followers.

Once the mutual flattery was over, everyone naturally began discussing the upcoming martial arts carnival.

“Do you know? This time they even invited the Unpretty Ancestor!”

Vincent said mysteriously.

“Really?”

“No way. The Unpretty Ancestor is my idol.”

Some did not believe it.

“Absolutely true. I saw him with my own eyes at the hotel yesterday. My wife and my mother-in-law both love the Unpretty Ancestor too. He’s incredibly easy to talk to, and I even added him on WeChat.”

Vincent declared with great certainty.

This time, all the streamers believed it.

“I heard that the recently popular so-called Bachelor Godfather is also coming to take part in the event,” someone said.

As soon as those words fell, someone immediately asked, “Who is the Bachelor Godfather?”

The moment that was said, all the streamers fell silent and turned to stare at him as though he were an alien.

“Brother, did your village just get 4G?”

“No way, no way. There are still people who haven’t heard of the Bachelor Godfather?”

“You’ve at least heard the Song of the Single Dog, right? And what about Wild Wolf Disco, or Drawing Dragons, Painting Rainbows?”

Hearing the others say this, the man shook his head and explained, “I stream wilderness survival. I just came back from a remote island, and I haven’t been paying much attention to what’s been happening online these past few months.”

Since he said that, the others said no more.

“Then that’s not your fault. But you can check out Douyin B sometime; it’s full of clips from his streams. I watch him a lot. He’s especially interesting, handsome too, and he sings really well.”

“So that’s how it is. Then if I run into him later, I’ll have to give him a proper fight. I hate it most when someone is better-looking than me.”

“Damn, then wouldn’t that mean you can’t stand any of the streamers here?”

“And another thing, brother: if you run into the Bachelor Godfather, I’d advise you to just admit defeat straight away. I’m not forcing praise on him, but the truth is, among all the streamers here, not a single one probably stands a chance against him.”

“Exactly, exactly. If nothing unexpected happens, the champion of the martial arts carnival should be him.”

“Damn it, the official team at Tiger Tooth is really shameless, inviting him to the martial arts carnival. Isn’t that bullying people? How is anyone else supposed to play?”

“I don’t care. If I run into him, I’ll just lie down on the ground and admit defeat, catching him off guard.”

Quite a few streamers were discussing Bai Qingming’s participation in the event.

To be honest, most of them did not care much about winning or losing.

After all, this event was just for fun, for some laughter; even if they fought, it would not be real, and losing to an opponent was not a big deal.

But the problem was that it would be livestreamed the entire time, and each streamer would, to one degree or another, have their own fans watching.

In that situation, who would not want to perform well? If they lost too badly and were utterly crushed, that would be far too embarrassing.

Just then, laughter suddenly rang out from a corner, accompanied by a voice.

“A mere little streamer. How strong could he possibly be?”

As the voice rose, everyone turned to look.

It was a bare-chested man, his body packed with muscle, looking wildly arrogant.

The streamers looked at one another, none of them knowing where this man had come from.

It had to be said: those words had managed to offend everyone present.

“A mere little streamer? Brother, the way you put it, aren’t you including yourself too?”

Uzi spoke up.

The man did not care in the least.

“Just wait. When we get on stage, I’ll beat your so-called Bachelor Godfather until he cries for mercy.”

His name was Liu Chong. In real life, he ran a martial arts school. He held an eighth-dan black belt in taekwondo, a tenth-dan in karate, and a tenth-dan in judo. His streams were also about combat instruction.

The reason Liu Chong had said all that just now was to draw attention.

Online, Bai Qingming’s fame was enormous; anyone and everyone wanted to ride his coattails.

This time, hearing that Bai Qingming would also be taking part in Tiger Tooth’s martial arts carnival, Liu Chong suddenly came up with a plan.

Everyone knew Bai Qingming could fight, and had even gone head-to-head with a murderer.

In that case, if Liu Chong could defeat him on stage, would his follower count not skyrocket?

It would all be live, too. Perhaps he might even make it onto the trending list.

So, spending a great deal of money and pulling strings, Liu Chong arranged for himself to be Bai Qingming’s first opponent.

He had even already thought up the lines he would use to show off after beating Bai Qingming down.

Is that all?

Nothing special.

Pathetic.

Et cetera, et cetera.

At the thought of stepping on the Bachelor Godfather to rise to fame, Liu Chong felt thoroughly pleased with himself. Humming a little tune, he left the waiting room.

Sensing the man’s bizarre confidence, the streamers in the waiting room all laughed.

“At last I’ve seen what a mouth-only king looks like.”

“These days, if you have a mouth, you dare say anything.”

“I can’t guarantee anything else, but if it comes down to talking, then the champion of this martial arts carnival is definitely mine!”

“Then I’ll settle for second place,” someone joked.

The streamers could not help mocking him.

Everyone here was smart enough to see through Liu Chong’s intentions at once.

He was nothing more than a clown, trying to attract attention and ride the wave by using this sort of stunt.

What year was it now? Who would have thought such outdated tricks were still being used?

Utterly dull.

And so, everyone who had been praising one another continued with that, and the normal chatter resumed.

In another corner, a young man also stood up, his face full of displeasure.

His name was Baoguo, a grandmaster of tai chi, famed for his signature move, the Lightning Five-Link Whip. Bai Qingming was to be his opponent in the second match.

Of course, he had also spent money to secure that position.

He had wanted the first match at first, but unfortunately he did not have enough money, and some idiot bought it instead.

Yes, his idea was the same as Liu Chong’s: he wanted to become popular by beating Bai Qingming down.

What Baoguo had not expected was that someone would get ahead of him and say the lines he had prepared, which made him very unhappy.

I, a grandmaster of tai chi, haven’t even said anything yet.

Who do you think you are, stepping out to act so cocky?

Still, unhappy as he was, he did not stand up and say anything.

Because he felt Liu Chong was unworthy and not qualified.

He was destined to become famous through this martial arts carnival; how could he waste time arguing with someone like that over such a thing?

Once he became well known, anything dug up later would affect his image, so it was better not to speak.

Then he thought about the other man just now.

Though clearly a trained fighter, he was far too stupid, unbearably arrogant just because he had a bit of skill.

If he really did defeat that so-called Bachelor Godfather, would he not soar straight into the heavens?

So, if anyone was going to beat up the Bachelor Godfather, it had to be him.

No one else would do.