Chapter 708: Ultimate Challenge — Six Consecutive Chicken Dinners
In the livestream room at this moment, the highlights from the previous matches were still playing on a loop, especially the final showdown between Qin An and Hason. Through slow-motion replays, all the viewers clearly saw Qin An’s movements. While holding an AWM for sniping, he somehow managed to loot a teammate’s crate as he passed by and swap to an M4?! Many players had been wondering earlier—didn’t he have two sniper rifles? Where did the M4 come from? Turns out he grabbed it at lightning speed along the way…
In addition, many first-person perspectives of Qin An were shown. His quick-scoping techniques were extremely practical and visually stunning, a pure delight for the audience! All the viewers were puzzled: who exactly was this JadeMP? Why had they never heard of him before? How did he burst onto the scene only during the tournament?
Logically speaking, *PlayerUnknown’s Battlegrounds* had been popular for a while. Talented, skilled players would definitely consider streaming, or at least frequent high-tier servers. With skills like his, it was impossible for him to be this unknown! Many people were searching everywhere for Qin An’s past records, while his fans proudly promoted him on forums, discussion boards, and various fan groups.
It was only now that many players learned Qin An was a master from the cheater-infested servers!
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At the competition venue, Chen Mo called Qian Kun.
“Make a promotional video. Yeah, I’ve already sent you the script. Have the video team take a look; pull the material directly from the official data. You’re all experienced veterans, so I shouldn’t need to say much. Right, it should be quick to make—all using in-game footage.”
The competition continued.
And Qin An kept showcasing his almost godlike strength to all the viewers!
Starting from the second match, Qin An’s squad had already figured out the strength of the other teams, so they played more aggressively, with clearer role divisions. Qin An stuck to the same strategy as before, specializing in the sniper position, while Haimi and Old P handled cover and assaults. As for Zou Zhuo, he carried a backpack as a scout and medic, shouted “666,” and occasionally threw a couple of grenades for fire support—that was enough.
The other teams chose to avoid combat, not daring to drop in the same area as Qin An and Hason, even preferring to engage other teams right from the start. But even so, as the circle kept shrinking, they would inevitably run into Qin An’s squad and get utterly crushed!
Hason was initially very unwilling to accept this. He chose to drop at the Military Base to go head-to-head with Qin An, but unexpectedly achieved his worst result—dying on landing! Both teams landed on the roofs of the South and North buildings, both picking up 98Ks on the ground, but the result was Hason getting one-shot headshot by Qin An’s iron-sight 98K! Haimi and Old P directly tanked the fire and focused Hason down, causing the situation on the field to spiral out of control instantly. Boss Qian and his team could only flee after a hasty loot, only to get blocked at the bridge by another team, delivering their loot and becoming the first eliminated squad.
After the first day of matches, the outcome was already beyond doubt. Whether viewers, casters, or players, everyone clearly realized one fact: Qin An’s skill level was on a completely different tier from all the other participants! Perhaps Hason was the closest to him, occupying a tier just below Qin An. But that meant nothing, because in this game, a single tier gap was like heaven and earth! If your reaction time is 0.1 seconds faster than mine and your aim is 1% more accurate, then out of ten encounters, I’d probably lose nine.
Even Hason himself felt extreme confusion. He had never experienced such a suffocating sense of despair in a match before! Qin An gave him the feeling of a machine that calculated every situation with perfect precision, almost devoid of any emotional fluctuation—always rational, efficient, and impossible to find any flaws! Hason never expected that what he thought would be a match to crush weaker players would instead make him a complete supporting character in a country across the ocean!
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The final match day, the final circle.
After these two days of matches, the popularity of the entire *PUBG* Streamer Tournament had reached its peak! In fact, the overall result had already been decided in the earlier matches. Qin An’s squad had taken first place in every single match, leading Boss Qian’s team by a huge margin in points. Even if they died on landing for the rest, they had already locked in the championship.
But clearly, the audience no longer cared about the championship. What they cared about was a more sensational achievement: Six Consecutive Chicken Dinners! Over two days of matches, three per day, Qin An’s squad had won all five previous matches. Everyone was eagerly waiting for them to take the last one and put a perfect end to the streamer tournament!
Logically speaking, in *PUBG* matches, it was almost impossible for a single squad to win multiple times in a row. The game had random elements—often, the position of the final circle determined who would win to some extent. Moreover, with balanced skill levels among all participating teams, factors like on-the-spot command, tactical choices, and player performance all influenced the final result.
But this streamer tournament was different. Qin An’s skill far exceeded all the other streamers, and with Haimi and Old P—two top-tier streamers—guarding him, the risk of accidents was minimized. In the later matches, other teams chose to avoid combat, not daring to drop in the same place as Qin An, which gave his squad the fattest development opportunities in the early game. Once it came to open-field sniping or house-to-house fighting, facing a fully equipped Qin An, the other teams had no chance to fight back.
The final circle once again became a duel between Hason and Qin An. But this time, the situation was completely reversed. This time, it was Qin An’s lucky circle, and Haimi was still alive—2v1.
“Leave him to me,” Qin An said.
“Okay,” Haimi replied, hiding behind another rock, letting Qin An handle Hason alone. Of course, for the sake of six consecutive chicken dinners, if anything unexpected happened to Qin An, Haimi would still step in decisively—but he trusted Qin An’s strength.
In this game, Qin An was like a true god!
This duel was fair in terms of equipment. Both had level-three helmets and 98Ks, no AWM super-weapon. That meant each needed to hit the other twice to decide the winner.
The safe zone was about to shrink. Hason had already run out, planning to do what Qin An had done before—roll to dodge Qin An’s bullets. Qin An peeked and fired. Hason rolled, then returned fire! The two 98Ks flashed their muzzles one after the other—both missed!
Hason kept running forward. The two maintained the same rhythm: peek, roll, exchange fire!
*Bang! Bang!*
Two more gunshots rang out. But this time, Hason’s level-three helmet, just as he finished his roll and stood up, erupted with a burst of blood!
“I… I got hit? How is this possible?!” Hason stared incredulously in Qin An’s direction. It felt like he had stood up from his roll just in time to collide with Qin An’s 98K bullet!