You Boys Play Games Very Well

Chapter 11

The final began at the scheduled time. Ling Meng randomly drew the Empire as his faction. The opposite side was obviously a recently created small account. The only few games in its records were from the PK tournament.

[Empire] Lemon: What’s your big account called?

[Federation] Apple: You guess ^ _ ^

Ling Meng was intimately familiar with that response.

[Empire] Lemon: You’ll tell me when you lose.

[Federation] Apple: No problem. When that time comes, I’ll become a good friend⁷. ^_^

At the beginning of the match, Ling Meng closely monitored the other’s every move and felt a buzz of excitement within ten minutes of the start.

So much alike! These skills and tricks were too similar to Mang God’s, identical to his intrinsic practices like they were cast from the same mold!

Realizing that this was the linchpin to catching the true body of Mang God, Ling Meng made his whole body alert and combat ready, for fear of making a little mistake.

In the center, they scouted around for sneak attacks, taking turns to grab control of the asteroid ore belt. The two of them came together and fought for seven or eight rounds, dragging it out into a 1V1 protracted war.

Ling Meng was sure that this Shan Zhu was the person he had been looking for, and the wretched appearance of his opponent’s loathsome development was exactly the same his impression of Mang God.

In the blink of an eye, the other side cut off his power. Tit for tat, he bombarded Shan Zhu’s arsenal.

[Federation] Apple: It’s pretty tough to lay hands on you. ^_^

[Empire] Lemon: Right back at you.

[Federation] Apple: The lights are about to go out⁸, don’t you think we should settle this quickly?

[Empire] Lemon: That’s my intention.

Ling Meng led the Imperial Eagle in a final duel with Shan Zhu’s Alpha mothership. All kinds of laser beams flashed on the screen and the numbers representing damage kept popping up.

“Alert! Air raid siren!” When the system alarm sounded, Ling Meng discovered that an enemy assassination ship had passed the line of fire without him knowing and had suddenly attacked the rear side. The high-lethality missile it carried could alone scrap out the last remainders of his base’s health in one shot.

“Not good!” Ling Meng assigned the mobile fleet to emergency defense, but it was too late, the assassination ship aimed at the target and launched a death strike.

Ling Meng was ready to face the black-and-white screen, but he saw the missile scraping the edge of the base, flying by dangerously and instead hitting the barracks behind. Such a key shot, one that would have settled the battle, was misfired because of a launch angle error.

Acting before his brain could catch up, Ling Meng moved his hand. Before the other side could react, he made a fatal blow to the enemy base that had only had a little health remaining. Shan Zhu was hopeless in that moment, watching the space station being bombarded to pieces under the violent fire of Ling Meng’s fierce artillery fire.

[System] After a fierce battle, the empire achieved the ultimate victory!

[Federation] Apple: Eh, congratulations ^_^

[Empire] Lemon: What are you doing? Was that intentional?

[Federation] Apple: Not calculating the angle properly, what a pity.

At the end of the timer, the game system exited from the match interface and returned to the main menu. Ling Meng, who had fought bravely for nearly an hour, fell tiredly on the keyboard.

He won the championship, but he was not happy at all.

It turned out the speculation that Shan Zhu was Mang God was the illusion. Mang God never miscalculated the launching force and angle of the shot. His precise calculation ability had earned him the title of walking calculator by some people.