Chapter 154 - Iron Devil (1/2)
“He really did it!”
The squatting Da Fei slammed into the ground, muttering to himself amidst the cheering. “F*cking hell, this is a world record not some long term relationship, how can he break it so easily?!”
Da Fei massaged his numb legs and stood up and joined the cheering.
“World record, a new world record!”
The MC’s voice also cracked on command, excitement flowing from within it. He slapped his hands on his chest, almost too excited to speak. “The new seven ball shooting machine single player world record has been broken at this moment! Let’s all chant his name!”
Excitedly, he directed the mic at the audience.
Then…
“Meng Fan!”
“Iron master!”
“Wait what are we calling out?”
The crowd was out of control. Some people recognized his contestant’s name, while some people heard the maid army’s nickname for Meng Fan. Some people did not react in time regarding what this brother’s name was. After all, they only remembered his speed and accuracy, not his name.
“Let’s all scream out his name!”
The MC was a bit stunned. He was not a person who easily admitted defeat, so he brought on another wave of rhythm, adding a guideline for the chants: “Iron devil!”
He pointed the mic at the audience.
The audience gave him the face, feeling that the name ‘Iron devil’ sounded very heroic. They all yelled together.
This nickname… Meng Fan surrendered.
If nobody mentioned it, who would have known it would have evolved to this?
After five minutes of brewing chaos, they finally returned their attention to the competition.
The tournament was not over.
The finale was divided into three rounds, and the first one had just finished now.
Only, when Meng Fan broke the record with 840, he had stopped with two seconds left on his timer. How could they continue scoring?
Since the competition rules would take the highest score out of the three rounds, Meng Fan decided to forfeit the next round, and the third one as well.
When Meng Fan forfeited the second and third rounds, the audience naturally did not harbor any more interest in the game. The other three contestants had also lost their enthusiasm.
In the end, it had to be the 840 points that broke the recorded score that ended up qualifying for the provincial finals.
“Can’t respect that!”
As the forecasted winner of the competition, the wind god wasn’t upset in the slightest. He took the initiative to shake hands with Meng Fan to congratulate him and said, “Three years ago I was standing on the side watching the record-breaker in this competition, but today I was lucky enough to compete with the new record holder!”
Meng Fan appreciated very much the open-mindedness of his opponent as he patted him on the arm and said, “I’m happy for you as well.”
The wind god paused for a minute, then bellowed with laughter.