Chapter 97: Martial Town (1)
In his commentary room, Roukujou sighed, "Dear audience, there are only two hours left until the end of this year’s competition. If Pinky and their team don’t meet the Swordsmen soon, they might miss out on winning the team competition this year."
In fact, over the past two days, both teams had been trying hard to encounter each other, but each time they chose different maps and never ended up in the same one.
Roukujou, bearing the burden of shame, admitted being a jinx, trying to make them meet by predicting the opposite, saying "They won’t meet," but even that didn’t come true.
[Saltyfish’s jinx isn’t working anymore, what a pity.]
[How could this happen?]
Roukujou glanced at the screen and then told the audience, "Folks, Pinky and their team are back from dinner. It’s now seven in the evening, with two hours left in the competition. Given Pinky’s pace, they can play at least four or five more matches. Let’s hope they meet the Swordsmen."
Time ticked by, second by second.
"One hour left in the competition," Roukujou said. He was no longer in the mood to watch, instead glancing anxiously at the time and nervously touching the smooth edge of his cup. "Really? They’re not going to meet each other?"
"Yeah, Whatever and Swordsmen’s points differ by thirty-five points, meaning, if Pinky’s team wants to surpass them, they must win at least three matches in this hour."
The live comments also discussed:
[So, if Pinky’s team wants to win, they have to meet and beat the Swordsmen to overtake them.]