Chapter 1538 The Avengers and Asgard's Charter

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"The winner of this warm-up match is Bertie Lanza!"

"By his side, no one can stand up!"

"Ooh ho ho ho ho!!!"

In the center of the arena illuminated by concentrated lights, a live host brought by Tiwan raised the Spartacus with one hand, while the latter kept hitting the broken shield with the hand of the short spear, and let out a heart-piercing battle cry.

Watson's long eyes could clearly see that when he uttered a battle roar, the host next to him had a obvious bite on his face, and his lips were trembling a little. It was already very professional for him not to let go and run away.

"Exposed domineering, worthy of Sparta."

"He, I have some impressions." Gao Tianzun also found this person and said, "It seems that he was arrested on purpose."

"Caught on purpose?"

interesting.

at the same time.

On the stands of the competition venue, four people wearing red hoods and cloaks were hidden in the vast audience and were not inconspicuous at all, but their eyes never left the man in the center of the field.

"Berti Lanza . . . he did come."

"The No. 1 martial arts conference in the universe was held by the legendary Dragon Clan. How could he be absent?"

"In the past 15 years, he has participated in hundreds of competitions, but every time he gets close to the finals, he will withdraw so as not to become famous and be traced more easily. Do you think he will do the same this time?"

"That doesn't matter, our goal is to catch him and win the team competition."

"Yes, I just didn't expect him to deliberately fail and become a slave in order to avoid us!"

"Spartacus lost all his face!"

"Hmph, he is just a fugitive, and he is no longer qualified to use the name of Spartacus."

The leading man in the hood said something, then turned his head and walked out, and the other three quickly followed.

"Should we talk to the organizers here? Tell them to kick Bertie Lanza out of the game."

"No, we will sign up tomorrow, don't forget, as long as we win the championship, we will be able to meet the Dragon King.

As for Bertie Lanza, he can't survive the individual competition alone, he has long since lost his soul belonging to Spartacus! "

After the words fell, several people disappeared into the crowd.

The arena has already started to exit, the engineering machines came out to clean up the mess, and Berti Lanza also withdrew his gaze and walked into the waiting area.

"Berti Lanza, the warm-up match winner."

At the entrance, the staff in charge of registration announced the scene, and there was a burst of applause from the warm-up match waiting area connected to the tavern below.

"Good boy!"

"Hahahaha, this guy is so handsome!"

"Looking at his actions, he must be a seasoned veteran."

"Hey, look here." A few people wanted to rush up, but were stopped, but those people still shouted: "Brothers who signed up for the team competition! We are the three survivors of the second round, and only one can sign up for the team competition! Come and join us!"

"Lucky trash, get out of here!" A big two-headed man was slapped by the man and dragged behind him, looking at Berti Lanza.

"Boy, come with us, you should have seen our strength, we decided to get the ranking together!"

These people are all those who survived the previous warm-up match, some were lucky, and some were strong.

In short, everyone's strength has been demonstrated in the warm-up match. All the taverns, hotels, and even the big square will have live broadcasts of the match. It is clear at a glance who is strong and who is weak.

If a strong group can be formed, it is not impossible to get the ranking.

But on the other hand, other people can see their level and strength, and it is too easy to make a plan against them. In addition, they are slave groups, and they are more dangerous than others.

If one person is alone, the result will be even more uncertain, so they have the same thing in that they all have to sign up for the team competition.

And each warm-up match can only survive a maximum of three people,

When there are still a lot of one or two people left, it is impossible to sign up for a team of four in one game.

So the activity of robbing people has been going on here for several days.

The person recording at the door didn't care about those people. He was tired of listening to it for so many days. He looked up at Berti Lanza and asked formulaically, "Do you want to sign up for the individual competition or the team competition."

"Individual competition."

"The team competition needs to find enough people... huh? What did you say?" The recording officer's eyes suddenly widened by a dimension,

Bertie Lanza glanced at the recorder and repeated.

"Individual competition."

"Well... well, you're already on the list, and I've finally seen a brave one."

courage?

The corners of Berti Lanza's mouth raised slightly, he didn't need such low-level things for a long time, and no one could make him back down.

"Can you give me a break?"

The strong two-headed man looked at him in silence for a while, then sideways out of the way.

The head on the left said: "If it's too late for you to regret it now, don't let the victory go to your head."

The head on the right said: "Confidence is a good thing, but overconfidence will only lead you into the abyss. This is the advice of those who have survived eight games."

"Eight games, wow, you must be lucky."

"Luck is also part of strength, but I rely on brains."

Berti Lanza looked at his two heads and paused, the corners of his mouth curled down, thinking for a while: "Thank you for telling me this, but it seems that it can't be changed."

The Two-Headed Man glanced at the Recorder, who shrugged at him.

"Well, good luck to you then."

Everyone expressed their pity, and some people were insinuating that he was overreaching, but he didn't care about these, and walked towards the tavern area on his own.

But when he just entered the tavern, he was just about to find an empty seat to have a drink, when he saw something out of the corner of his eye that made him stop suddenly, and turned his head to look at the long row of bar counters on the left.

I saw the beginning of the Avengers group on the left side of the long row: Steve, Tony, Thor, Hawkeye, Sam, Banner.

Go to the Asgardian group on the right: Sif, Fandral, Vostagg, Hogan.

A total of ten people filled the ten seats in front of the bar.

Moreover, these ten people also had a kind of aura. Some timid people went around them to buy wine from the side, and they didn't dare to get in the middle directly. As a result, the area was as quiet as if it was reserved, and only they were talking, laughing and drinking with each other.

These people... I don't seem to have seen them before, a group of ten? Then there should be two people in the individual competition.

Berti Lanza set his sights on Thor and Vostak.

Thor has just awakened, and although he has completely controlled the power of thunder, the invisible aura of the king is becoming more and more obvious.

As for Vostak, he is the biggest of these people, and he should not be weak in combat.

Others seem to be okay, but far worse than myself.

Finally, Berti Lanza set his sights on Banner.

Is this... mortal? A mortal without any strength and momentum?

It should be an auxiliary character in the team competition who uses technological props... It's not easy for this kind of person to survive.

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