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"Quiet, please be quiet, everyone."

At the center of the venue, the host Sean was wearing formal attire, on a flying skateboard, hovering in front of the teams of contestants from various countries.

He cleared his throat, deliberately lowered his voice, and announced in a tone full of mysterious emphasis: "Next, I will announce the fourth to ninth place in the qualifiers and the top three in the final holy artifact!"

The audience was full of excitement, but it quickly calmed down.

All the audience members watched the game and listened in a slight manner, especially among the 300 advanced players, some top-notch players with relatively high strength and points were even more nervous at this time.

The standings are still not open now, which means that every top strong man may enter the top nine. Even if he can't get the holy weapon, as long as he can enter the top nine, the reward will be extremely generous.

Time seemed to be still, and the surroundings were quiet, and even the wind blowing from the beach could be clearly heard.

Everyone was anxious and annoyed, but they had to stay quiet, patiently wait for the host to announce it.

Some impatient audiences were already crazy, "Where did the tricks learned in this competition group? The competition not only closed the points system, but also now it is so good at sucking people's appetite. It's really good at playing!"

"The ninth place is... " Host Sean deliberately paused for a few more seconds. Seeing that the effect was almost done, he smiled slightly and said slowly, "From the Australian Super Power Council, the scarab that received 254 points, Harris!"

"Mr. Harris, come up!"

"Wow!" There was immediately enthusiastic applause from the scene, and the entire Australian competition area was in full swing.

Amid the noise, Harris walked out of the queue, wrapped in scarab-shaped armor, and the wings behind him vibrated slightly and slowly flew behind Shawn.

At this time, Harris's armor was shining with silver light. Under the sunlight, he looked like a human-shaped beetle, looking majestic and powerful, as if he had infinite power.

"I know him, Harris is forty-two years old this year, a beetle gene mutant. His strength had reached the level of A+ three years ago. He is strong and he is also a genius physicist and inventor." An audience member who knew Harris at the scene shouted excitedly.

"I heard that his armor, which is based on scarab as the template, is the product he developed independently. It contains a variety of weapons and equipment, which makes his strong defense and penetration ability reach a pervert. So far, his defense has not been broken by anyone!"

"Hmm, so strong in defense?"

Wang Yan could naturally hear the conversation on the sidelines and couldn't help but sigh, "It seems that Harris, as the core pillar of the Australian youth generation, deserves his reputation."

"There are indeed strong organizations in other countries, but Lao Wang, you, Lei Hong, Nan Lian, An Ge and Gao Mingyue are not weaker than them. Some of you will definitely be among the top nine!" Zhang Weidao experienced a series of battle baptisms, and his understanding and perception of power had already had his own standards.

"Amitabha, the little monk believes in the strength of our country's non-government." The same is true for the Five Bujies.

"I believe that our country's economy is the best!" Sun Youmiao, who was holding a tree sapling on his arms, also raised his pink fist and spoke with full energy.

The morale of the members of the National Bureau of Africa was high, and the reading of the host Sean on the other side did not stop.

"The eighth place, from the casual cultivator team, Tianshan Assassin who scored 267 points, Willy Hassan!"

"Hehehe... Hello everyone, hello everyone!" Viagra Hassan, who was wearing a tight night outfit, walked out from the end of the team and waved his hand with a smile.

Especially when he saw Haru Suzuki in the Japanese team, he shouted, "Mumi, I'm here!"

Innocence, he thought that after being single forty years, he finally ushered in spring. Being able to make such a pure and lovely luoli girlfriend can be said to be the attachment of God.

However, he was far from realizing that a dark color flashed quietly in Suzuki Haru's bright big eyes.

After all, it is harder to let a single otaku who has been practicing in Tianshan for 32 years to distinguish the difference between a fake girl who is more cute than a girl and a real girl.

"Tsk, how could such a person get the eighth place?"

"Look at him, he smiles so slutty! His expression is so despicable!"

"Oh my God, are you blind? No, wait, I can't look at you anymore, I'm almost blind."

The crowd of people watching the game in the venue, one-sided negative complaints, especially female audiences, were simply filled with righteous indignation.

Shouldn’t the tall, handsome, handsome and handsome male god who won the high ranking? Why is this kind of despicable guy?

There were also complaints and doubts in the team of the National Bureau of Fiatum, but Wang Yan made a different voice.

"Don't underestimate him. Large-scale melee like this has an advantage over him who is good at hiding, ambushing and sneak attacking."

Now Wang Yan is more and more mature in his grasp of battle and strength. He knows that some battles really cannot win by being handsome, and he cannot judge the winner or lose a battle just by judging the level of strength.

The level of power can only represent the strength of the psychic person. The power is dead, but the person who uses this power is alive.

Low-level psychics defeat or even kill psychics who are stronger than themselves. There are countless such deeds in history. Wang Yan's own many life-threatening experiences are a good example.

Amid the complaints of the audience, Sean announced the seventh promotion.

"The seventh advanced player, scored 279 points, from the European Super League, known as the Witch Hunter, the Europa League captain, Jenov, the monster butcher!"

Dynov's silver-gray hair was simply tied behind his head, and there were two shocking scratches on his left face, which looked both vicissitudes and serious.

He was wearing a brown leather jacket and two long swords behind him. It is said that one was a silver sword mixed with mitral to kill demons, and the other was an iron sword, and he used a self-defense to kill people. There was also a set of crossbows and several silver daggers hanging around his waist, which looked like a hunter who came from ancient times.

He remained silent and walked out of the queue, with a dangerous aura all over his body. He just glanced around and made many viewers sweat in cold sweat.

"I am obedient and he has real skills. He was originally a nobleman from Poland. When he was young, his parents offended a certain force and were later attacked by monsters controlled by witches, and the entire family was slaughtered."

"Tsk tsk, it's so miserable. The last fire can't even find the body of the family."

"I heard that he was sent to a monastery by a seriously injured old housekeeper before he survived. Later, he taught himself the ancient methods of eliminating demons and vowed to take revenge and kill all the witches and monsters who committed crimes."

The conversation between the crowd watching the game on the sidelines naturally reached Wang Yan and others' ears.

In the queue of the National African Bureau, Lei Bo, who had been silent and cold, his eyes slightly contracted, nodded, and he nodded in agreement, said two words: "Strong."

"It seems that there are some tricks." Wang Yan also looked at it for a few seconds and found that the other party was fierce on the outside, with introverted aura, without any extra movement when walking, and his whole body was implicit in strong explosive power. At a glance, he knew that his ability was learned from fighting monsters all year round.

Like the Assassin Willy, in the vast Sahara, dealing with most inexperienced contestants should be much simpler than dealing with cunning monsters.

Jenov walked quietly without expression, and the sounds of the entire venue seemed to be suppressed because of his appearance.

All the audience members followed him, as if they were still imagining what kind of thrilling stories were behind him.

Suddenly, two cold eyes swept to Jenov, and the atmosphere at the scene suddenly became solemn.

It turned out that on both sides of the left and right of the Jenov were the Holy See of the Light and the Dark Council. At this time, the two holy sons who were standing at the front of the team just turned their attention to Jenov.

The crowd around the game seemed to feel the change in the atmosphere, staring at each holding his breath and quietly.

Just as the audience caught off guard, Jenov's eyes swept across the two holy sons, his face suddenly softened, and he burst out laughing.

"Oh, Stuko, Leto, come on, smoke a cigarette. I'm so embarrassed to win the seventh place."

As he said that, he took out a box of Marlboro from his weapon bag at the back, handed one to each of the two saints, and said: "If I have a task in the future, I will have some trouble to walk to the two realms."

"Your cigarette is a bit bad." The Holy Son of Light, Lyte, lit a mouthful of fire handed over by Jenov, squinted his eyes and said, "Let's try the camel brand, that cigarette is good."

On the other side, the Dark Son slowly exhaled the smoke, glanced at Jenov in front of him, and waved his hand, "Okay, let's go, go and go."

"Okay, OK, I'll take a step first." Jenov waved goodbye with a smile, walked all the way to the host Sean, leaving countless onlookers, stunned at the scene, as if they were stunned.

"He is such a strong man!"

The entire venue became quiet and the audience was stunned.

In the queue of the National African Bureau, Bomb and Scud and others also stared at each other with wide open mouths and petrochemicals on the spot.

This strong contrast between the front and back was not only unexpected to the audience, but also to the point of urination.

"Uh, this is a kind of ability, right?" Wang Yan's lips curled up awkwardly.

If you want to survive and develop, it is not enough to have individual strength alone, but there must be power behind it. The European Union is sandwiched between the Holy See of Light and the Dark Parliament. It is not enough to be between these two major forces.

Feeling the changes on the scene and the attention of the crowd, the two saints' sons' sense of superiority in their noble life experiences arises naturally.

Inadvertently, the two looked at each other, nodded at each other, and laughed.

The two saints laughed so hard that the entire audience crowd was confused.

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Chapter completed!