sinovels Chapter 429 - 394: Still a Youth Upon Return
Chapter 429 - 394: Still a Youth Upon Return
’I hope those kids can keep their composure and not get played by that wily old fox.’
The match began again—
The first to fight was Master Rory, facing off against the Summoner, Julian Lawson.
His playstyle was very similar to Alvin Morgan’s—both were weapon-based—but Master Rory won with incredible ease.
This couldn’t help but make people wonder: if Master Rory and White were to duel one-on-one, who was the stronger player?
The host also asked her this sensitive question after her match.
Aurora Sinclair glanced at Alvin Morgan below the stage and said calmly, "I’d win."
"Why?"
"Divine Whitlock wouldn’t let me lose."
"..."
’Was this some kind of public display of affection?’
***
Alvin Morgan was the last to compete. The first four DAF players had already secured a four-win streak.
Even the little Swordsman had won.
So when he logged in and the ID "Madam Whitlock" appeared, a huge uproar swept through the venue. His opponent was a Mage. A Healer versus a Mage? Wasn’t that like an egg hitting a rock?
’Are they planning to have Madam Whitlock just feed a kill?’
Just as the Team PL fans thought this round was in the bag, the Healer, Madam Whitlock, unexpectedly activated a battle-medic mode.
Her slick positioning and attack patterns were jaw-dropping.
The APM counter next to the main screen had already shot up from 200 to 650, drawing continuous screams from the DAF fans.
Soon, Madam Whitlock completely crushed the Mage, and DAF won another point.
The players from Team PL were all dumbfounded.
They couldn’t believe they hadn’t managed to score a single point in the individual matches.
They didn’t even win the final duel against a Healer.
In contrast to the loud cheers of the DAF fans, the Team PL fans were utterly furious. They started booing the player who had controlled the Mage, accusing him of throwing the match and match-fixing.
By the time the team match started, any such self-consolation was completely shattered by the invincible duo of Master Rory and Madam Whitlock.
The two of them coordinated flawlessly, like one was setting fires while the other delivered the killing blow.
Master Rory still had moments of being out of sync, but every time, Madam Whitlock would swoop in like a fire brigade captain, taking her from critical health back to a full-blown tank. It was driving the Team PL players to the brink of collapse.
It felt like Master Rory was an unkillable cockroach.
"Damn it, is this Madam Whitlock using hacks?"
After dying, one of the Team PL players furiously threw down his headset.
Only four Team PL players were left on the field now, while DAF still had six.
"Don’t be mad. Madam Whitlock is Divine Whitlock’s alt account."
"..."
"That’s why I told you not to underestimate Divine Whitlock. He is, after all, the uncrowned king of Veridia’s PVP arena."
The two turned and gave Julian Lawson a complicated look. "Captain, when did you die?"
Julian Lawson rubbed his nose. "Just now..."
The two of them: ...
After their captain, Julian Lawson, was combo-killed by Master Rory, Team PL’s formation completely fell apart.
A moment later, the remaining three players on the field were surrounded and wiped out.
By now, the screams from the audience echoed throughout the entire venue. This was the championship DAF fans had been waiting sixteen years for, just as all the old fans had awaited the return of Summoner White.
Suddenly, Summoner White’s exclusive background music began to play in the venue. On the big screen, lines of messages from DAF fans to Alvin Morgan appeared:
[Sixteen years. I’ve waited from my youth until my thirties. I thought my passion had faded with age, but your return has reignited the fire of my younger days.]
[Divine Whitlock, you are my eternal God. Seeing you compete again, I can die with no regrets.]
[Sixteen years ago, your appearance truly let us step onto the world stage.]
...
The moving words, one after another, made Alvin Morgan freeze.
He hadn’t known there would be something like this after the match.
A strange emotion surfaced in his usually calm eyes. He was suddenly reminded of the passionate impulsiveness of his sixteen-year-old self.
The corners of his mouth slowly curved up into a smile.
The DAF fans before him shouted in unison:
"Divine Whitlock, you may have left for sixteen years, but you returned still a youth!"
***
Aurora Sinclair watched the incredibly radiant man standing in the center of the stage, a trace of warmth inexplicably blooming in her heart.
It was as if she could see the Alvin Morgan of sixteen years ago—the God of e-sports revered by all.
Suddenly, he took the microphone from the host beside him and spoke a powerful line to all the fans below: "DAF, Destroy all forces!"
This was the line he had said to all the players in Veridia when he first established DAF.
It was naive and cringey, yet it carried his original dream.
To defeat every opponent on the international stage who looked down on the people of Veridia!
On this championship night, the hype reached its absolute peak.
Every player had a feeling.
This year, at the international tournament, Veridia would definitely win!
***
「In Crestland, tens of thousands of kilometers away from Veridia.」
Max, the coach for GOI, watched the live broadcast of the Veridian competition on TV, his expression grim.