Are allies fighting each other?

"Damn it, you three beasts!"

"Is there any need to be so savage? Are you still brothers or not?"

"Stop hitting me, or I'll fight back."

"You guys, don't go too far..."

In the lobby, the guy being ganged up on by three people screamed in misery while defiantly issuing a threat.

To this, Yang Hao, Yao Cheng, and Zhu Ziyuan responded with cold sneers.

"Heh, if you have the guts, go ahead and try fighting back."

"We haven't settled the score from school the other day yet, and you still have the nerve to feel wronged?"

"Making us look all over for you—can't hide now, can you?"

"Tell me, how are you going to compensate us?"

"You're something else, kid, dragging all three of us down at once. Impressive."

Hearing the voices of Yang Hao and the others, Zhang Tian, currently being pummeled by the trio, felt like crying without tears.

Damn it, the moment he agreed to participate in this tournament, Zhang Tian knew this day would come.

Yet he never expected that right upon entering the game, before even boarding the plane, he would get beaten to a pulp by Yang Hao and his gang. Talk about terrible luck!

Had he known that bastard Yao Cheng was up to no good, he shouldn't have opened his mouth just now.

Who told him to let his guard down and accidentally expose his location?

Zhang Tian knew these three scoundrels were definitely still holding a grudge over that incident at Tianhai University a few days ago.

Ever since he scammed the three of them that day, he hadn't dared to show his face in front of them, deliberately avoiding them.

Because he knew that the moment he showed up, the mercy he would receive would be non-existent.

Having scammed them so miserably back then, these three would definitely try to torture him to death.

As if they would let him off the hook!

Zhang Tian was not going to be fooled by their fake surface appearances!

Yet, he had fallen for it anyway!

He had underestimated their savagery and treachery...

The beatdown continued.

Though the beatdown in the game did not cause actual physical pain, Yang Hao and the other three jerks drove Zhang Tian crazy with their antics.

Facing the provocative actions of the trio, Zhang Tian felt deeply aggrieved.

Yet, what could he do?

In the game, might makes right. Who told Yang Hao and his friends to have a numbers advantage?

They were too much to handle...

Therefore, Zhang Tian chose not to resist.

This scene, seen by the others around them, left them speechless.

What on earth were these four up to?

Looks of contempt and disdain rained down simultaneously.

Very few of them recognized the identities of Yang Hao and the others.

Even if they did recognize them, their attitudes wouldn't change much because they weren't close at all.

Meanwhile.

Not far from Yang Hao's group, Lin Zixin, Lu Ziqi, Ling Xue'er, and Shen Muxi were all struck dumbfounded as they watched the antics of the four guys.

Were Yang Hao, Yao Cheng, and the others always this chaotic?

This was a tournament!

So many people were watching!

Furthermore, these four guys were actually their respective teammates.

Involuntarily, Lin Zixin and the others quietly maintained their distance to prevent this bizarre clownish energy from rubbing off on them.

There was nothing they could do about them either.

On the live stream.

Commentators Xiao Qi and Xiao Mo in the booth, along with countless viewers in front of their screens, froze when they saw this scene broadcast live.

Right at that moment, the broadcast director synced the in-game voice chat.

Listening to the mutual accusations and pleas for mercy, many viewers failed to react in time.

What the hell...

What is going on?

Many viewers were left completely baffled.

"Holy shit, isn't that Hu You's voice?"

"And Zhui Feng Shao Nian is there too!"

"Doesn't that make the other two Pighead and Tian?"

"What are they doing? Are they engaging in fratricide?"

"Pfft, damn it, I'm laughing my ass off!"

"Do they really have to do this? The match hasn't even started yet!"

"Brothers, please remember you're here to compete, not to do comedy."

Soon, someone recognized the voices of Yang Hao and the others.

After recovering from their astonishment, more and more people found the antics of Yang Hao and Zhang Tian hilarious.

The passionately intense opening they expected was completely ruined by Yang Hao and his crew, changing the flavor entirely.

This is a tournament, damn it!

We are still watching!

What a bunch of clowns!

Countless viewers were immensely entertained by the quartet.

In the commentary booth, realizing that the four scuffing about in the lobby were none other than Yang Hao and his group, commentator Xiao Qi felt a twitch on his forehead.

Having casted the play-ins over the past few days, aside from Yang Hao, the people who left the deepest impression on Xiao Qi were undoubtedly Yao Cheng and Zhang Tian.

There was no helping it; the performances of these guys had been simply too dazzling.

Not only were their mechanics flawless, but more importantly, they were ridiculously cheeky, trolling throughout the play-ins. Who knew how many people they had scammed? Even he, a commentator, had almost made a fool of himself several times.

True to being in cahoots with Hu You, their styles were cut from the exact same cloth.

The mere thought that this match featured all four of them—Yang Hao, Yao Cheng, Zhang Tian, and Zhu Ziyuan—made Xiao Qi's teeth ache.

He just hoped nothing embarrassing to him would happen next.

Xiao Qi silently prayed in his heart.

Beside him, Xiao Mo, who watched him secretly wipe away a cold sweat, couldn't help but chuckle.

Unlike Xiao Qi.

Xiao Mo actually hoped that Hu You and his crew would stir up plenty of trouble in the upcoming matches.

Otherwise, this opening match would lose a tremendous amount of excitement.

If Xiao Qi knew Xiao Mo's thoughts at this moment, he might have immediately shot Xiao Mo a resentful look.

Did she think he hadn't suffered enough from their scams?

Covering the matches over the past few days had already given Xiao Qi trauma concerning Yang Hao and Yao Cheng.

Yang Hao and his crew were far too good at causing trouble; he simply couldn't handle it.

As a commentator, the pressure on him was immense!

Being a commentator these days wasn't easy at all!

To be able to drive the experienced Xiao Qi to such thoughts, Yang Hao and his crew could truly be proud of themselves.

At this moment.

The brief waiting period had come to an end.

Inside the game, a full hundred players had appeared inside the buzzing fuselage.

The first match had officially begun!

On the stream, viewers could see the flight path of the plane. It first passed over the Military Base, then successively crossed Pochinki, Shelter, and School, finally terminating at Stalber.

This flight path practically cut the entire map in half right down the middle.

Seeing the trajectory of this route, some viewers in front of their screens quickly grew excited.

Because.

Next, the plane would fly directly over the Military Base, meaning there would undoubtedly be a massive number of players dropping there.

As a result, hot-dropping and gunfights right upon landing were virtually guaranteed, and intense, thrilling combat footage was precisely what they wanted to see.

What difference is there between landing and not fighting right away, and being a salted fish?

Yet, just as the plane took off, alongside the roar of the engines, the participating players' voice chat went live once more.

"Old Zhang, let's drop Military Base. Do you dare to hot-drop?"

"If you're a real man, drop Military Base and let's see who's the last one standing."

"A fight to the death at the Military Base to settle our scores!"

"Fine. If you damn well manage to walk out of the Military Base alive, that school incident is water under the bridge."

"Your words? What about Haozi and Pighead?"

"You just focus on walking out alive first!"

Listening to the cross-talk between the four in the broadcast, strange expressions quietly surfaced on the faces of many viewers.

What the hell, are they engaging in infighting?

Before anyone else even makes a move, they start fighting among themselves?

Do they really have to be this hardcore?