After Having Everything Taken Away, She Returns As A God

Chapter 976: Global Livestream of Identity Revealed! (2)

Ji Yun’s gaze darkened. “Yes, I understand. Investigate thoroughly.”

Fortunately, Si Fuqing was on stage today, and she never hid her temper when it flared.

No one could take advantage of her, not even slightly.

The host remained silent, while the man frowned.

He glanced at the audience, received a covert signal, and then stepped forward. “Fine, as an senior of Oracle, I’ll duel with Miss Si. If I lose, please don’t mock me.”

Cheers erupted from the audience.

“NINE the God!”

“Show her what you’ve got, NINE the God!”

“Let her know who the real top swordsman is!”

In the VIP section, Yu Tang was furious. “Uncle Nine, get up there and kill him! How dare he impersonate Qingqing and cause her to be scolded? Unforgivable!”

Yu Xiheng opened his eyes, glanced at Chen Ying, expressionless.

Chen Ying immediately said, “Brother Nine, I’ve already started investigating. We’ll know soon.”

Whoever was behind this had managed to draw out Zero, which would be quite a notable entry in their record.

Both sides naturally chose swordsmen.

Everyone’s eyes were glued to the large screen, not daring to blink.

Three, two, one… action!

The match began, and Si Fuqing moved.

In less than a second, her combo was complete.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

“Slash!”

“Boom!”

Countless sword shadows descended, and a radiant light exploded.

This was a new combo of multiple moves, being used by Si Fuqing for the first time.

An absolute killing move, slaughtering all under heaven.

The title “One Sword Freezes Fourteen States” was never just an empty moniker.

“Crack!”

The sound of shattering echoed, and before the man could even press a key, his health bar was already at zero.

The swordsman he controlled collapsed instantly, the sword still strapped to his back.

Simultaneously, the screen displayed the APM (Actions Per Minute) of both players.

Blue side: APM 645

Red side: APM 0

“…”

The entire venue fell into a dead silence, with everyone in shock.

Hunter wiped his sweat, glancing respectfully at Si Fuqing’s hand speed.

When she had been teaching him a lesson, she had held back; otherwise, he wouldn’t have even managed to press a key.

The impostor hadn’t pressed a single key, thus his hand speed was zero.

This was a true one-second kill.

It was brutal.

Really brutal.

Hunter exhaled, feeling a rare sense of satisfaction.

The audience, however, was silent. The previously enthusiastic eSports fans were now in a daze.

NINE the had lost?

And lost so badly?

0 APM?

Even if Si Fuqing was a rising star, she couldn’t possibly force NINE the God to this extent.

The man, too, couldn’t believe it. His hands trembled as he suddenly stood, intending to leave the stage immediately.

But he couldn’t move, his body frozen in place.

“Don’t run.” Si Fuqing casually slipped a hand into her pocket and used the other to grip the man’s shoulder. Her tone was nonchalant, “You haven’t answered my question yet. Who told you to impersonate me?”

Before the man could answer, he felt a numbness in his right hand.

In an instant, something fell into Si Fuqing’s hand.

It was a small cheating device designed to boost the user’s APM temporarily, capping at 500.

However, it had severe side effects, potentially damaging the hand’s nerves permanently, so few dared to use it.

This type of cheating device had appeared in OPL before and was subsequently banned. Violators faced permanent bans from all Oracle events.

The man wasn’t a player and hadn’t been scanned by the detection equipment, so he easily brought the device in.

He had anticipated being asked to perform or even duel a professional player on the spot.

But he hadn’t expected that even with the cheating device, he couldn’t execute a single skill!

What was Si Fuqing’s true APM?

645.

A record even NINE the God had never reached.

Were current eSports players this terrifying?

Cold sweat broke out on the man’s forehead, soaking his back. Every second on stage felt like torture.

“Oh, you used this to cheat, no wonder you dared to challenge me.” Si Fuqing fiddled with the black disk, her fox-like eyes smiling, “Even with cheating, you can’t beat me. How useless.”

The camera zoomed in, clearly capturing the small cheating device in Si Fuqing’s hand.

[No way! Isn’t this the same cheating device the White Bear team used three years ago? They got banned from all competitions after it was discovered.]

[This guy is definitely not NINE the God! He doesn’t understand what eSports spirit is!]

[NINE the God might get so old one day that he can’t hold a mouse, but he’d never cheat!]

[What’s wrong with the host? How could they allow an impostor on stage?]

The objections grew louder and more intense.

“This isn’t some cheating device!” The man’s face turned pale, his palms sweating as he gritted his teeth, “What are you trying to do? I lost to you because of my age! At my peak, you couldn’t compare!”

“You say I’m impersonating you? So, are you actually NINE?”

He had made a mistake, not lost.

Stay calm, he needed to stay calm.

“You’re stubborn. Fine.” Si Fuqing sat back at the computer, her fingers tapping the keyboard.

The camera followed her movements, capturing her logging out of the max-level account provided by Oracle and logging into a new account.

Once the game screen loaded, she opened the personal panel.

At this moment, everyone could see the information displayed on the screen.

ID: NINE

Level: 180

Class: Swordsman

Current Title:

[One Sword Freezes Fourteen States]

Honor Titles:

[Top Swordsman in the Server]

[First Kill Achiever]

[Supreme Blacksmith]

[Supreme Alchemist]

[Supreme Poison Master]

[All-rounder]

…

The list of honor titles seemed endless.

At the bottom, there was a shining, golden mark.

[Holy Legend]!

To obtain the “Holy Legend” title, one had to clear every dungeon in Oracle on the first try, with no chances to retry.

Additionally, they had to maintain an undefeated record in the ranked matches of the arena.

Currently, only NINE the God and Jiu the God held this title in Oracle.

These two were truly legendary.

Kill had lost twice in the arena, missing this title by a narrow margin.

The “Holy Legend” title had become the rarest achievement in Oracle, surpassing even god-tier equipment.

This was a personal panel, visible only to the account owner.

Logging in publicly left no room for forgery.

“…”

Silence. Utter silence.

The host and two commentators were wide-eyed, and the VIPs stood up abruptly.

All eyes were on the large screen.

The man’s pupils contracted sharply.

His expression changed completely, now one of sheer terror.

He had only seen Si Fuqing as a rising star with incredible hand speed, never associating her with the word NINE.

So he wouldn’t admit it, as long as he didn’t admit it, he remained NINE the God.

But now—

The real account was displayed for all to see.

No forgery could cover this up.

In the audience, the two middle-aged men turned pale, almost unable to believe the screen.

Wasn’t NINE the God supposed to be a thirty-year-old man who never left his house?!

What was going on?

Their plan had been thorough, but they had run into the real deal.

The man’s teeth chattered, his voice squeezing out through clenched teeth, “You, you are…”

“Oh, I know, you’re going to say I borrowed someone else’s account.” Under the man’s gradually freezing gaze, Si Fuqing smiled slightly, “How about I call Lightning and Jiu the God here? Everyone on the forum knows the three of us are partners.”

“I can do that, can you?”

The long-silent livestream finally saw a comment.

[Guys, I’m floored!!!]