Picking Up Fragments

At this point, there were usually a dozen or twenty players left in the seventh circle, but this time, only 7 remained.

Besides Jiang Siming, only three teams were left, and none of them were full squads.

Although these three teams had more players than Jiang Siming, everyone still believed that Jiang Siming would get the "chicken dinner" (win), even though his position wasn't great.

The audience had that kind of confidence in him, almost to the point of blind faith.

And sure enough, just as everyone expected.

Even full squads couldn't gain an advantage against Jiang Siming, so these scattered teams stood no chance.

With just basic-level maneuvers, Jiang Siming secured first place.

The commentators joked that Jiang Siming's plays had three levels: basic, impressive, and god-level.

And most professional players couldn't even reach the basic level.

As brutal as it sounded, there was no way to argue against it.

In the end, he scored 32 kills!

Jiang Siming once again broke his personal record for a single match—out of 64 players, he killed 32 of them...

That meant he killed half the players in a single game.

At the moment, 4am's total score was 69, with the second-place team, TL, only at 15 points, and the third-place team, 17, at just 8 points. As for the others, they weren't even worth mentioning.

When you combined the points of all 16 teams, they still couldn't surpass 4am's score, which was truly tear-inducing.

In the next few games, for three consecutive rounds, Jiang Siming stayed low-key and stuck with the team, not taking too many kills, allowing Wei Shen and the others to finally have some screen time.

It was a way of giving them a bit of compensation—after all, hogging all the spotlight wasn't good for team unity.

With Jiang Siming playing a steady game, 4am had no opponents left, winning the next three rounds with ease.

In the sixth and final round, all the other teams had given up hope of winning. With 4am sitting at 120 points—three times the combined total of all the other teams—the championship was already decided.

Even if the second-place team TL managed to kill every single player in the round, they still couldn't surpass 4am.

So, all the professional players agreed to switch the map and play one round on Sanhok, letting the audience enjoy a fast-paced gunfight on a smaller map.

The organizers didn't mind and swiftly changed the map.

In this round, all 64 players decided to drop into the same location—"Cave City!"

Yes, they had let loose. Since they couldn't win the championship, they didn't care about the rest of the competition.

Esports is not like traditional sports where there are rankings for first, second, and third place.

In esports, there is only the champion. What is a runner-up? They don't know. If you don't win the championship, it's as good as losing.

Rather than losing miserably, they might as well go out with a bang.

At least this way, they'd bring some fun for the audience and maybe get some extra screen time for themselves.

So the organizers not only switched maps, but also set the mode so that players spawned with weapons—no need to loot for guns.

It was all about instant firefights right after landing.

From the very start of this round, the crowd's excitement was off the charts.

When they saw all 64 parachutes hanging in the air above Cave City, the entire venue went wild. They had never seen so many parachutes drop together—it was like watching dumplings fall into boiling water.

"We should bet on who dies first and whoever does, treats us to dinner," Wei Shen joked with a smile.

Pighead had a big grin on his face as well—the championship was already in their hands, and they just had to finish this last round before going on stage to collect the trophy.

Last year at PCI, 4am had performed poorly, losing with regret, but this year, with Jiang Siming as their secret weapon, they were sure to win!

"Sure, how about a Michelin restaurant?" Xiao Xingmu suggested.

"No problem, I'm in!" Wang Duoyu chimed in.

Both of them were smiling brightly, feeling no pressure at all.

"If you're all fine with it, then I'm definitely in. A free meal at a Michelin restaurant? Count me in!" Jiang Siming said leisurely, leaning back in his chair.

At that moment, everyone landed. Jiang Siming was the fastest, and without the need to loot for guns, he had plenty of time to start shooting.

Rat-a-tat-tat…

With 30 bullets, Jiang Siming shot down seven people mid-air.

But as soon as the others hit the ground, they all focused fire and killed him instantly.

Yes, they all ganged up on him!

Even though they were practically on top of each other, and from different teams, they didn't shoot at anyone else—they all just shot at Jiang Siming...

Jiang Siming did some quick math and realized that in just one second, he had taken bullets from at least thirty players...

"Cheaters!" Jiang Siming slammed the table in 'indignation.'

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Wei Shen and the others burst out laughing.

"Brother Jiang, your aggro was just too high—they all targeted you."

"Oh man, Old Jiang, I'm already thinking about what to order at Michelin, picking the most expensive items."

"Brother Jiang, no worries, you still killed seven people—not a bad trade at all."

The three of them comforted him with mischievous smiles, without the slightest tone of actual consolation.

Jiang Siming rolled his eyes in frustration and grumbled, "Fine, I'll treat you guys! I'll stuff you to death!"

Seeing Jiang Siming finally get put in his place made Wei Shen and the others feel utterly delighted, as moments like this were incredibly rare.

The final match concluded in a joyous atmosphere, so much so that even the broadcasters didn't feel like tallying up the stats.

The camera focused on 4am as the four players stood up from their chairs and embraced each other in excitement.

"This team is too strong, unbeatable. I don't think any other team can compare to 4am anymore," Hooked Nose commented in awe.

"No, this team is strong, but they also have a 'divine weapon'—just like Thor's hammer. Ming is that divine weapon, and that's why 4am is unstoppable," added Big Beard, with a trace of reluctance, as if he couldn't quite let go of this tournament, or more precisely, Jiang Siming's brilliant performances.

But in the next second, he became exuberant once again, "Let's give our loudest applause and cheers to welcome the new PUBG global champions, 4! A! M!!!!"

The four players stepped onto the stage, and immediately, countless red 4am support signs rained down, filling the entire venue with a sea of red.

Jiang Siming stood in the center, standing tall at 1.85 meters, his stunning good looks completely overshadowing Wei Shen and the others beside him.

The female audience members screamed frantically, with many Western girls hoping Jiang Siming would notice them and take them back to his hotel for the night.

In the middle of the stage, Jiang Siming lifted the PUBG championship trophy high into the air, and at that moment, the atmosphere in the venue reached its peak.

"Congratulations to 4am for winning the FGS Global Championship! Let's present them with the prize—three million pounds!"

The host brought out a huge mock check, clearly showing the sum of three million pounds.

This prize money was several times higher than last year's first tournament.

It seems that with Tencent as a financial backer, even Bluehole has become much more generous.

"Additionally, let's continue to congratulate Ming for earning the title of MVP and setting a new kill record for this FGS tournament. He has broken nearly ten PUBG tournament records! He is truly the undisputed MVP!"

"The PUBG officials will present him with an additional MVP trophy and a one-million-pound reward. Furthermore, Bluehole will soon be designing two special skins."

"One will be the official team skin for 4am, and the other will be an exclusive MVP skin created for Ming! Seven percent of the sales revenue from these skins will go to 4am and Ming!"