The Esports Little Demon King Is a Sweet and Fierce Omega - Chapter 27.1

Fengshen League matches are typically held in open-air stadiums, using three major venues interchangeably. These arenas can accommodate far more spectators than regular gymnasiums.

As the first match of the league featured the showdown between FOX and Fire, the stadium tickets had long been sold out.

What set the league apart from other competitions was that the players’ gaming pods were displayed right in the stadium. The players entered the game from the venue itself, making it a true face-to-face battlefield.

A square stage rose from the center of the stadium. Two rows of gaming pods were arrayed at opposite ends of the stage, maximizing the distance between teams.

Above each row of seats, a rectangular virtual screen hung in the air, flashing the names and logos of FOX and Fire. Above each seat, the players’ portraits glowed, with their respective IDs displayed beneath.

Before the match officially began, the spectators were already fully seated.

Fei Erfeng stood in the center of the stage, opening the event with high energy: “Welcome everyone to the Fengshen League! We are currently broadcasting the first match of the season. I am your favorite host and commentator; Feifei, Fei Erfeng!”

Deafening cheers erupted from the stands, and the bullet chat scrolled at a frantic pace.

After the routine introduction of important guests, Fei Erfeng announced: 

“Next, let us invite our Red Team players to the stage—Welcome Fire!”

Spectators wearing Fire support gear rose as one, cheering as various virtual screens lit up with colored lights, serving the same purpose as light boards. A red, disc-shaped aircraft flew in from outside the stadium. The lift descended to the stage, and Fire’s five starting players and their coach stepped off one by one.

Their figures appeared on the massive virtual screens. They waved enthusiastically to the crowd, and the cheers grew even louder.

“It’s the five starters we know so well. No doubt they’ll bring us some surprises today.” Fei Erfeng handed the microphone to Chiyan, who was closest to him. “Chiyan, please tell everyone Fire’s goal for today.”

Chiyan took the mic and smiled. “I heard my opponents today include two delicate Omegas. I hope I won’t make the cute little Os cry.”

The fans burst into laughter, while FOX fans rolled their eyes and booed.

“We’re old rivals with FOX. I hope God Wu can live up to his rank as the number one solo player this time and not get knocked out in a single round again.” Chiyan handed the mic back.

“Still the same sharp-tongued Chiyan,” Fei Erfeng joked. “Alright, Fire, please take your seats.”

As they sat in their pods to begin debugging, Fei Erfeng spoke again: “Next, let us welcome the Blue Team, the brand-new FOX! Welcome them!”

The fans in FOX gear stood up, cheering and clapping wildly. They raised their virtual screens, showing a brilliant, uniform gold—FOX’s official support color. At a glance, half the stadium was a sea of gold.

A hot-air balloon-shaped aircraft flew in. Tian Jiu stood on his tiptoes waving to everyone, grinning with pure joy.

“Such a familiar aircraft,” Fei Erfeng laughed. “If the colors were different, I’d suspect our little Tian Jiu finally accepted my gift.”

Thunderous laughter filled the arena.

Although this aircraft was also a hot-air balloon, it was different from Fei Erfeng’s gaudy one. This was custom-made by Feng Wu. The balloon wasn’t one large sphere but was composed of countless small balloons. These small balloons were strictly black and gold, forming the name “FOX” when seen from a distance. It looked incredibly cool.

Back during the FOX trials, Feng Wu had wanted to ask if Tian Jiu liked that kind of aircraft, but they had been interrupted by the camera. After returning, Feng Wu had it made, originally intended as a toy for Tian Jiu, but it ended up being perfect for the entrance.

The lift lowered. Zhou Funian went down first, and Feng Wu was the last.

Fei Erfeng’s favoritism toward Tian Jiu was obvious. He bypassed Feng Wu and handed the mic to Tian Jiu: “Come, Little Red Panda, say a few words first.”

Tian Jiu looked at Feng Wu blankly. Feng Wu smiled. “Say whatever you want.”

“Okay.” Tian Jiu took the mic and waved to the sea of gold. “Hello everyone, I’m FOX’s Tian Jiu.”

The atmosphere reached a fever pitch.

“I hope we can win today,” Tian Jiu thought for a second and added, “Nothing much else, I wish everyone wealth and prosperity!”

Feng Wu let out a soft laugh. Zhou Funian and the others were also cracking up. The crowd was no different; even Fire fans were laughing in good spirits. Usually, players gave “tough talk,” but Tian Jiu wished everyone wealth. Truly a little money-grubber.

Feeling a bit shy from the laughter, Tian Jiu tugged on Feng Wu’s sleeve and hid slightly behind him. Fans watching this nearly suffered nosebleeds from the cuteness.

“AAHHH baby is too cute!”

“Who can handle this? God Wu, you better step up and hug him and kiss him to death!”

“If you won’t do it, let me! I’ll kiss him till he’s dazed!”

Feng Wu truly was struggling to keep it together. His little teammate was flirting with him so openly. Now that he suspected Tian Jiu might have a little crush on him, he found himself magnifying these tiny gestures, finding deeper meaning in all of them. But he had to admit, this feeling of being relied upon was actually quite nice.

“Hahaha, our Little Red Panda is always full of surprises. God Wu, please say a few words.” Fei Erfeng handed the mic to Feng Wu.

It was well known that when it came to being annoying, Feng Wu had never lost.

Feng Wu took the mic and said casually, “It’s good. May everyone’s wealth flow in from all directions.”

The laughter grew even louder.

“What the heck? Is this the God Wu I know? Hahaha!”

“Why do I feel like the mockery is even stronger this way?”

Compared to Fire’s aggressive trash talk, FOX acted as if they didn’t even care enough to be hostile.

Chiyan regretted his earlier words: “If I’d known, I would have said some auspicious words too. Now I just look petty.”

“Aren’t you?” Zhongcheng said flatly.

Chiyan: “…”

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Tian Jiu and the others took their seats, debugging their machines and logging in. After logging in, they selected their weapons and skins. The pods automatically performed triple checks to ensure no one was cheating.

Fei Erfeng stepped off the stage and onto his own aircraft, beginning to introduce the players’ backgrounds and signature heroes to keep the audience engaged during the wait.

This was Tian Jiu’s first official Fengshen pro match; he was a bit excited. He leaned over and whispered to Feng Wu, “Captain, I’m a little bit nervous.”

Because the physical requirements for Fengshen were so strict and match durations were long, they didn’t use BO3 or BO5 formats like traditional e-sports. It was a single-game knockout. Therefore, they couldn’t afford a single mistake or a loss of momentum.

Feng Wu turned to meet Tian Jiu’s eyes. His little teammate looked sharp in the upright team uniform, like a high school student full of vitality. “Scared you won’t play well?” he asked.

Tian Jiu shook his head. “I don’t know, but I always get a bit nervous before matches.”

It wasn’t exactly nervousness; more accurately, it was the shiver of excitement.

Feng Wu stayed silent for a moment before tilting his chin toward him. “Come here.”

“Huh?” Tian Jiu leaned toward him.

In the next instant, Feng Wu reached out and pinched Tian Jiu’s cheek, kneading it like dough.

“Mmph, Captain!” Tian Jiu grabbed his hand, rescuing his face from the “demon claws.”

Not only was Tian Jiu’s face soft, but his hands were soft too. Being held by Tian Jiu for the first time made Feng Wu’s heart skip a violent beat.

Are Omegas’ hands always this soft? Or is it just Tian Jiu? It was entirely different from the hard, calloused hands of an Alpha.

Tian Jiu gave a small huff. “Captain, why did you rub my face?”

Feng Wu smiled. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.”

“Oh?” Tian Jiu blinked, then gave him an innocent smile. “Okay then, I’ll let you rub it.”

He had zero bottom line.

As he spoke, he even pressed Feng Wu’s hand back against his cheek, murmuring, “Captain, why is your hand so cold?”

Feng Wu’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He abruptly pulled his hand back.

“Captain?” Tian Jiu looked at him, confused.

Feng Wu cleared his throat. “Get ready.”

“Oh.” Tian Jiu immediately sat up straight, but two seconds later, he looked back at Feng Wu and whispered, “Captain, your hands are so pretty.”

Feng Wu massaged his forehead and took a deep breath to settle his erratic heartbeat.

“Players, please prepare. Coaches, please exit the stage,” Fei Erfeng reminded them.

Zhou Funian let out a breath and gave the team a fist bump. “Let’s go!”

“Let’s go!” Tian Jiu pumped his fist back, always the most supportive.

The other teammates, fearing Tian Jiu would ask them one by one, nodded quickly. “Let’s go, let’s go.”

Once on the battlefield, the coach had no further role. Zhou Funian sat in the special viewing section, still a bit anxious. The tactic they had practiced should be fine, but their synergy couldn’t compare to a veteran team. Luckily, the individual combat prowess of his players was high enough to compensate for the lack of experience.

A five-second countdown appeared on the screen. Tian Jiu closed his eyes.

After a “beep,” he opened them.

They appeared before the gates of the Temple. Everyone wore their unique virtual team uniforms—all styled after ancient garments, predominantly black and gold.

Tian Jiu bought his movement speed boots and glanced at Feng Wu.

Feng Wu wore a long robe with a belt accentuating his waist. The outfit was mostly black, with subtle dark patterns embroidered in fine gold thread. With the longsword in his hand, he looked very much like a dashing, carefree swordsman from ancient times.

“What is it?” Feng Wu raised an eyebrow.

Tian Jiu giggled. “Captain, you look so handsome in this outfit.”

“Ooh~” Lin Luohai sauntered over and bumped Feng Wu’s shoulder, teasing, “Captain, just smile if you want to. You’re probably dying of joy inside, aren’t you?”

“Get lost.” Feng Wu raised a foot to kick him, but Lin Luohai skipped away instantly, draping his arm bonelessly over Shi Xincheng’s shoulder.

Shi Xincheng, who was slightly taller, leaned under the weight and said speechlessly, “You really can’t stand upright without leaning on something, can you?”

“That’s not it,” Lin Luohai laughed. “I’m just saving my strength. I have to perform well in a bit.”

The group turned their gaze toward him simultaneously. Feng Wu cautioned, “Remember what Old Zhou said. Don’t show off.”

“I know, I know.”

Mo Li threatened with a cold face, “If you dare to charge forward recklessly again, I won’t save you.”

“Got it, just watch me,” Lin Luohai waved them off.

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