After the draw, unfortunately, Jiang Junyi and Uncle Wu were grouped together.
Their plans to each reach the top, scattered like stars, failed.
"First up, a contestant from the mysterious East!" The Host was the same one Jiang Junyi had first encountered.
At this moment, Uncle Wu raised his hand: "Referee, I choose to forfeit."
"Oh, oh, oh? What's going on here? This Eastern contestant actually chose to forfeit? He must have overexerted himself in the preliminary round!"
"Then we congratulate this young man from the East, he advances directly!"
The Host smoothed things over, having likely guessed that the two might know each other.
"Please rest for a moment, let's look at this group!"
Jiang Junyi and Uncle Wu walked to a corner of the ring, Uncle Wu thoughtfully massaging Jiang Junyi's shoulders from behind:
"Young Master, relax!"
Jiang Junyi leaned against the corner, his gaze firm: "I will definitely take him down!"
Meanwhile, the other match had already begun.
A tall, burly, bearded man stood before the decibel meter, taking a deep breath—
"Ah—!"
A standard competition shout, the most concise way to achieve maximum volume.
140dB!
"My goodness! 140dB, are you even human?!" The Host's expression was utterly shocked.
In comparison, the other contestant's first attempt was only 120dB.
"Contestant, you have a second chance," the Host said.
The burly man stood with his arms crossed, as steady as a mountain.
He wasn't worried that his opponent could surpass him.
As expected, the other contestant, despite his best efforts, only reached 129dB.
"Congratulations, John!" The Host raised the burly man's hand, announcing the winner.
"And now, it's time for our final showdown!"
"Please welcome the young man from the East!"
Uncle Wu patted Jiang Junyi's shoulder: "Go, Young Master! Get him!"
"Hoo! Hoo! Leave it to me!"
Jiang Junyi stood up, threw a couple of left and right hooks, and walked to the center of the ring to stand face-to-face with the burly John.
Compared to each other, the difference in their physiques was quite significant.
"Do either of you have anything to say?" The Host looked from side to side.
The classic pre-match trash talk segment.
John took the microphone: "Be careful, friend, don't shatter your eardrums!"
"Oh!" The Host took back the microphone, "John has thrown down a challenge! How will our Eastern friend respond?"
Jiang Junyi leaned into the microphone: "Against him, I'll just play around."
"Holy crab!" The Host exclaimed dramatically, "This is truly explosive!"
He walked over to John: "John, our Eastern friend is visiting Skellige for the first time. How about you go first?"
"No problem!" John smiled and nodded.
"Alright! The competition officially begins!"
John strode like a dragon and a tiger to the decibel meter, his expression focused.
He took a deep breath: "Ah—!"
This sound was like the roar of a fierce beast, piercing the ears of everyone below!
Even those wearing earplugs instinctively covered their ears, their faces a mix of excitement and discomfort.
The same shouting method, but this time even more intense!
"145dB! 145!! My heavens! Can this young man from the East truly defeat John?!" The Host's eyes were wide.
John smiled triumphantly, making a 'please' gesture.
Jiang Junyi took a deep breath and twisted his neck.
Today, he would let them witness the ancient C language from the East!
Jiang Junyi closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
The entire venue fell silent, Wan Qingyun's small hands tightly gripping the wheelchair armrests.
"Ci... Cao—! (A plant)"
The sound erupted suddenly, shaking the heavens and earth!
Jiang Junyi's face was flushed, and his expression was extremely ferocious.
"146! 146dB!" The Host was genuinely excited now, never having imagined an Eastern visitor could achieve this!
After roaring, Jiang Junyi immediately sat down in the corner of the ring, panting heavily.
Uncle Wu timely massaged Jiang Junyi's shoulders, relaxed his arms, and gently patted his back: "You did great, Young Master! He's finished!"
Jiang Junyi spat, a smile appearing on his face: "Victory is within reach."
John approached the decibel meter with a solemn expression.
"Contestant John seems to be in a desperate situation!" The Host commentated passionately, "Can he do it?"
At this moment, cheers erupted from below the ring.
"Husband! Go! Husband! Go!"
"Dad! Go! Dad! Go!"
A woman of similar robust build, with two children, continuously cheered for John.
This commotion attracted a lot of attention.
But they didn't care, only fully supporting John.
Wan Qingyun also heard this sound.
Seeing this, John on the stage instantly became incredibly determined.
He suddenly opened his mouth, inhaling like a whale, his chest puffing out high.
"Ah—!"
John's face was flushed, veins bulging on his forehead, and his body unconsciously leaned forward slowly.
The snow on the ring ropes sifted down, and the sound traveled hundreds of meters away!
"1... 150!!!" The Host suddenly clenched his fist, "He did it! He did it!"
John fiercely punched the air: "Yeah! Come on!"
Uncle Wu patted Jiang Junyi's shoulder: "Young Master, give it your all."
"Come on!"
Jiang Junyi stood up and walked to the decibel meter, his expression serious.
"Now, the one truly in a desperate situation is this young man from the East!" The Host looked regretful, "Can he create a miracle?"
As the Host's words fell, Jiang Junyi took a deep breath.
All the spectators below held their breath.
Wan Qingyun heard the commotion on stage, her heart extremely tense.
She had already heard that Jiang Junyi's previous shout was his limit...
Now, the situation was very grim.
But what could she do?
Suddenly, she recalled the cheering she had just heard.
Wan Qingyun bit her silver teeth slightly, as if she had made a decision, her pretty face flushed crimson:
"Hu... Husband! Go!"
At that instant, Jiang Junyi suddenly looked towards the audience, directly in Wan Qingyun's direction.
He felt as if he was in a pink sea of flowers at that moment, each petal engraved with love.
Jiang Junyi clenched his fists: "I... I..."
A series of suppressed growls rumbled from his throat, trembling like a beast grinding its teeth, as if something was brewing.
Gradually, wisps of pink true qi occasionally appeared around Jiang Junyi.
"I... I love frying pans—!"
"Boom—!"
The pink true qi suddenly erupted, then vanished in a flash.
This sound startled birds into flight, and snow on distant rooftops sifted down.
"1... 159?!" The Host's eyeballs seemed to pop out, "A miracle! Has a miracle appeared?!"
There was a moment of silence below the stage, followed by cheers like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami!
"A miracle! Holy crab! He really did it!" The Host shouted passionately.
"Winner! Junyi, Jiang!" He enthusiastically raised Jiang Junyi's arm.
Below the stage, Wan Qingyun also clenched her pink fists, her expression filled with excitement.
John looked admiringly, giving Jiang Junyi a thumbs-up.
After the two embraced amicably, the Sky God Treasure event—the Viking Roar—finally concluded...
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