My Wife is a Hidden Big Shot

Chapter 430 - 394: Still a Youth Upon Return

The man standing in the center of the stage was his nightmare from sixteen years ago.

Back then, he had been number one on the international PVP arena rankings, but this man had ruthlessly forced him to log off and flee.

He became the biggest joke of the year.

He had held this grudge for sixteen years. Since the man dared to return to the e-sports scene, he would see this through to the very end.

Max stood up and addressed all the players in the training room. "This man is our biggest rival in the international tournament. All of you must be extremely careful. Lian, break down the DAF Team’s playstyle for everyone."

Everyone’s gazes turned in a certain direction.

Sitting there was a young man playing on his phone. He had short, chestnut-colored hair and a pair of mesmerizingly beautiful, azure eyes.

Without even looking up, he replied, "Forget it. You can’t beat them."

Max’s expression stiffened, dissatisfaction flashing in his eyes. But, constrained by the young man’s status, he could only suppress his anger and ask, "Why?"

"Those two are the best of the best in close-quarters and long-range combat. As long as they’re together, basically no one can beat them. Myself included."

Max’s face instantly darkened, his brow furrowed tightly. After a moment, he said abruptly, "It’s time for the international tournament to adopt new rules."

The young man finally looked up, a trace of mockery surfacing in his eyes.

’New rules? I doubt even that will be enough to stop those two.’

***

「EM Group Headquarters」

Jared Miles, his expression turning ugly, roared into the phone, "I said, I don’t agree to changing the rules!"

Then he slammed the phone down and forcefully pinched the bridge of his nose.

Inside the room, Levi Forrest jumped in fright.

He had heard that someone at The International Martial Alliance recently proposed a change to the rules for the Conquest of Glory international tournament, requiring players from all countries to use newly developed gaming pods to compete.

These gaming pods were modified from the training pods used at each country’s base. Players could enter the game through the pods for a fully immersive gaming experience.

Because the concept of gaming pods was first proposed by Crestland, and they had actually produced them, using them as part of their team’s internal training for two years.

Meanwhile, players from other countries had no opportunity to even try the gaming pods. Suddenly introducing them into the international tournament was extremely unfair to those other players.

But The International Martial Alliance had actually approved this unfair rule change.

Their given reason was: playing in gaming pods is the future trend, and the international tournament was the perfect stage to promote them.

However, for the sake of fairness, each team would only be allowed to select one or two players to use the gaming pods during the competition, while the rest would continue to play on their regular computers.

"Levi Forrest, order ten gaming pods and have them sent to Veridia."

Since The International Martial Alliance had agreed, it meant the rules were one hundred percent going to change. He had to personally arrange this to get the gaming pods to his junior sister and the others as soon as possible.

"Oh, and book me a flight to Veridia."

「Meanwhile.」

Aurora Sinclair, who had just won the Veridian national championship, was buried in a pile of specialized textbooks, studying hard.

Arcadian University’s midterm exams were coming up, and she needed to pass the exams for both of her sophomore-year majors.

Beta Morgan looked at the three "small mountains" of books piled next to the desk and sympathetically refilled the cups of both her and the "tutor" opposite her with revitalizing tea.

The two of them had skipped the victory celebration after the tournament, heading straight to the Morgan Residence to begin their intensive study session.

With ten days left until the exams, Aurora Sinclair had already finished the content of five textbooks and was now engrossed in answering practice questions.

Across from her, Alvin Morgan was grading her practice tests with a pen.

They were like two emotionless learning machines: one reading books, one creating tests, one answering questions, one grading papers. The whole process was so quiet that the only sounds were the rustling of pages and the scratching of a pen.

Just then, Ditto Miles’s unusually abrupt voice suddenly rang out in the room.

"Master, a call from Senior Brother Sunstone. Do you wish to answer?"

"Answer it," Aurora Sinclair replied directly, without looking up.

With a DING, Jared Miles’s face appeared on Ditto Miles’s screen.

"Junior Sister, where are you right now?"

"The Morgan Residence."

"..."

Jared Miles paused for a moment, his expression seeming to darken slightly.

"Send me the address. I’m coming to find you now."

Aurora Sinclair finally looked up at Ditto Miles’s screen. "It’s not convenient right now."

"..."

Jared Miles froze again. His heart tightened, and his fists clenched instantly. He asked, a hint of anxiety in his voice, "What are you doing?"

He watched as his junior sister held up a piece of paper and said listlessly, "Doing a test."