Li Ang made great strides down from the audience, and people kept catching curious sight along the way.

"Is it him?"

"It turned out to be him?"

"What are you talking about? Is this person very famous?"

Whispers kept coming from the audience on both sides.

Although the store Wugui Furnace is not globally renowned, it is still quite famous. In addition, Li Ang, the manager with the leading white coat, has also been remembered by many players.

What's more, Li Ang appeared in the Sky Arena before and staged a "live-person advertisement" with the unlucky [Black Stone Razor], which has become famous to some extent, although not a good reputation.

He walked straight out of the audience, came to the arena, and followed the system prompt to the No. 45 ring that had ended the competition.

The cracks left on the ring were healing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the remaining blood stains were also melting and disappearing.

"Brother Li?"

Xing Hechou, who was heading towards the stands at six o'clock, also noticed the figure of the dragon head's white coat, which was not very surprised.

With Li Ang's strength, it is a foregone conclusion that he would play in the door-to-door battle, but he didn't expect that he would play so early.

"This person"

The perch at the direction of nine o'clock narrowed her eyes. The witch had previously mentioned the [High-dimensional Hacking] script task in the chat group, and mentioned that the boss of the square store's impure furnace was full of divinity.

That day, the mare went to find all the documents and materials he had written and dug out the article "The Modern Idol Faith Guide to the Gods, Revised Edition".

Although there are many people in modern society, there are many ways of entertainment.

Movies, TV, games, music, and all entertainment methods occupy the fragmented time and energy of ordinary people, making human consciousness complicated and chaotic, and not pure when it was retro.

The power of faith provided by the average number of people plummeted a lot in quantity, and the quality is far inferior to before.

This is also another important reason why many primitive totem gods and even some old gods have died in addition to entering the dormant period of the killing game.

According to the witch's description at that time, Li Risheng, who was a divine creature, had divine power attributes including flesh, plants, swamps and other elements, and the total divine power was quite strong.

The perch was curious about the source of the other party's faith power and believed that Li Risheng's true identity in the real world was either a warlord leader who was separating one side in Africa, South America and other places, using drugs and propaganda methods to brainwash subordinates and gain the power of faith;

Or it is the subordinate of a giant multinational group (such as Prometheus Laboratory) who uses cutting-edge technology to extract the power of faith in a laboratory environment;

Either they are the hottest young actors, video bloggers, opinion leader kol

Of course, the biggest possibility is that Li Risheng actually raised a group of loyal and trustworthy people in a secret place and secretly extracted a large amount of faith without being monitored.

"What's wrong, the expression is so serious?"

Blood Sea Amboli walked over in a scattered manner, saw the expression of the perch, and asked with a smile.

The ordinary audience who were originally sitting near Marina and others saw Anboli approaching and quickly got up and left, changing to a seat further away so as not to attract her attention.

The bass also quickly got up, took out the alcohol spray and unopened high-end wipes, passed Wang Hu, and quickly wiped the seat beside Wang Hu clean. After the elder sister sat down, she returned to the seat and said nervously: "It's nothing, I just care a little about the person wearing a white coat with a faucet."

"oh?"

Anboli leaned his left hand on the back of the chair, sitting in a casual manner. She rolled her eyes and thought, "It's Li Risheng, right?"

"Um."

The bass nodded, "At this stage, the divine creatures in the entire killing game are not too many or too few.

Depending on their geographical location, social status, and personal power in the real world, the total amount of faith and the speed of recovery of faith are also different.

If Li Risheng is really as powerful as the witch said

He could be a pretty troublesome opponent.”

"oh?"

Ambori grinned with interest. Among all the professor's disciples, although the bass was not strong in combat, his vision was at the top and his occult academic achievement.

Even he thought that if the dragon head white coat was very strong, there might be another competitor.

"that"

The stonemason sitting next to him took a breath, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Senior Brother and Sister, I seem to know the origin of his divine nature."

鲈鱼有些惊讶道:“你知道?”

"Um."

The stonemason nodded, "He and I met in a script task called [Mansion Mansion] before. We solved a local original totem demigod together. Afterwards, we recorded the task brief in detail according to the organization's regulations and uploaded it to the database."

"ah"

The perch opened her mouth and subconsciously glanced at Anboli and Wang Hu next to her. Anboli rolled her eyes and whistled,

Wang Hu kept his arms wrapped around his body, but his head seemed to have turned slightly.

The professor stipulates that members of the syndicate organization must record the task brief after completing the task and upload it to the shared database for others to review and share experience.

He also specifically instructed his disciples not to indulge in the cultivation of personal power, and to read more mission briefs from other people in their spare time.

Even if the level of those tasks is relatively low, it can provide new solutions.

But it seems that all the disciples, including the perch, didn't seem to read the briefing much

“咳咳,这样么.”

The bass pretended that nothing had happened and nodded normally, "That's all right."

You can tell us in detail about the script task.”

At this time, Li Ang didn't know that he had been noticed by countless medium and large organizations when he stepped into the arena, so of course he might not care.

He took the contract from the staff of the Watchmen Association and signed a letter to allow the Watchmen Association to film the video of the ring competition and split the profits obtained by the sales of the videotape in proportion.

At this time, the names of contestants for a new round also appeared above the arena where the competition had been completed.

[Clock Tower - Eric] vs. [Outside - hypochondriasis]

[Templars - Heisenberg] vs. [Monster League - Fighting]

[Dead Soul Song] vs. [Hijima Anomaly Affairs Investigation Bureau Lesson 9 - Remnant Reverend]

[Gen-Sys Biotechnology Company - Hundred-faced Magic Throat] vs. [Gruu Superpsychology Department - God of North Wind]

With the previous round of the arena competition as a demonstration, the quality of the second round is also very high.

The mule had a serious expression and softly introduced the background of these contestants to Laura. "Eric came from the Bell Tower and was born into a family of wizards with a long history.

Last month, the abnormal incident in Big Ben in London was solved by him.

For this, he also received a medal of honor awarded by the Queen.

His opponent's hypocritical delusion is the senior management of the other shore, who is specifically responsible for solving some defectors and seeking revenge for the other shore, and sometimes also responsible for assassination and torture.

He is a notorious thug in the peninsula area."

In the last script mission, I cooperated with other teammates to kill the mule of the young master of the other side organization, Black Saint Son. My voice was extremely calm and there was nothing unusual. Even Laura did not hear any abnormality.

He just blinked his eyes and asked curiously: "Is it the other side organization that has died recently and is offering rewards all over the world to seek revenge?"

"Um."

The mule nodded calmly and looked at her sister and said, "As the young master of a medium-sized organization, Black Saint Son has countless skills to save his life, but unfortunately he died in the script mission. He died in an unknown way, and even no one knows the murderer.

This teaches us that no matter how strong we are, we must be humble and cautious and take any abnormal events seriously.

You should also be kind to others on weekdays and make more good relationships. Don’t lose your reputation because you do too many bad things, and you will lose your support."

"Uh-huh."

Laura nodded obediently and carefully studied survival experience.

The mule turned his head and looked back on the stage, "The delusional name was Park You Young. After hearing the rumors, he was the half-sister of the Black Saint Son.

She had mental problems when she was a child and was kept in the basement of her home by Black Saint Son's mother.

After the Black Saint-son mother became rich, Park You-young was also released. She was admitted to a regular hospital for treatment of mental illness and caused several medical accidents during the hospitalization process, killing and injuring several medical staff.

These things happened before the other side of the organization became famous, and relevant information was not difficult to find.

When the killing game was officially opened, Park You Young became a player and gave herself this name that belongs to the psychiatric term.

Although she was hated and hostile to the mother of the Black Saint Son because of her illegitimate daughter, she was feared by the other side due to her unstable mental state.

But he is very strong and is regarded as a walking battle-level weapon.

The position on the personal combat power ranking list is unknown, but it will definitely not be below forty-five."

“Eh?”

Laura was stunned when she heard this and asked, "Why is it so accurate?"

"Because the last player ranked 45th, she has already killed."

Mule said indifferently: "I thought of hearing the news of Black Saint's death and ran away on the spot. I killed more than a dozen guards who were named as protectors but actually to guard her imprison her. I rushed to Seoul and saw Black Saint's mother, wanting to know from the latter who killed Black Saint's son.

The blood feud curse set by the other side organization for the Black Saint Son was successfully triggered, but it was covered up by the power of higher mystery.

The hypochondriasis and delusion fell into madness and rage, killing nearly 100 high-level players in the peninsula in one day and extracting their memories.
To be continued...