Chapter 672 I Will Die for You in Minutes

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"Brother, calm down! Calm down!"

Sean swore that he had never encountered such a terrifying thing in his life. He was so frightened that he even dropped the microphone and tightly clasped the samurai's sword hand with both hands.

This Japanese samurai is really not a braggart. If he says he commits seppuku, he will commit seppuku. His style of doing things is too unreasonable.

"Then you still ask?" The warrior raised his head, his eyes full of vicissitudes and despair, as if he had experienced tremendous humiliation and torture. This scene really shocked Sean again.

"I won't ask, I really won't ask this time." Sean broke out in a cold sweat. How dare he ask any more questions this time? The other person was going to die for him in a minute. You can't kill someone just because of a question, right?

After hearing Sean's answer, the samurai's hand holding the sword finally relaxed.

Sean breathed a long sigh of relief, carefully took down the knife, and carefully inserted it back into the scabbard. Then he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, waved his hands a few times, and left the group of frustrated contestants.

He didn't dare to cover this news anymore.

Seeing this scene, the audience was also a little confused.

This Japanese warrior is really cruel to me. It's terrible. It's really terrible. They say that some Japanese people have a bit weird personality. I didn't expect them to be so weird.

"quiet!"

Seeing that the contestants had gathered, Emmons, the president of the Super League, shouted, and his voice was like rolling thunder, sweeping the entire venue.

The noisy crowd in the entire venue fell silent in an instant.

Emmons is an S-class strongman. In Chinese terms, S-class people are legendary figures like land gods. Each one of them in history is a figure who stands at the top of the world.

The gap is far beyond what A-level or even A+-level players can compare with.

Those with abilities who can reach A-level are all the best among men, the most favored ones in their field. However, these most talented people who have reached A-level will most likely never touch the edge of S-level in their lifetime.

S-level is like a chasm, separating the distance between heaven and earth.

After reaching S level, what needs to be controlled is no longer the pure supernatural power, but the various laws that are constantly operating in the world.

Once they master the power of a certain law, a figure like Emmons, the president of the Super Alliance, can become majestic and domineering even with a shout. Every movement of hands and feet can arouse the power of heaven, which is natural.

If it were really used, it would have the power to move mountains and reclaim seas. In ancient times, it would even be worshiped as a god.

This kind of strength is the highest state that Wang Yan has always longed for and longed for.

"Yes, the newcomers in this competition are really good."

Emmons stood at the front of the rostrum, standing with his hands behind his back. He was wearing a starry sky robe that was as smooth as densely textured satin. It swayed slightly in the wind, and little starlight sparkled in the corners of the clothes. The majestic momentum of the S-class strongman was extinguished in an instant. No doubt.

He lowered his gaze, looking down at the entire venue below as if he were looking down at all living beings.

He is very satisfied with this year's contestants, both in terms of their personal quality and the number of qualifiers they completed. Although there were 1,500 players participating, only about 800 people insisted on completing the competition, which far exceeded his expectations.

It seems that the most ambitious global youth conference with the largest number of participants in history will finally be realized under his hands.

As long as this conference is completed as smoothly as he expected, he will definitely leave his name in history, and Starry Sky Academy will definitely get a chance to rise again.

After thinking about this, he not only felt a little heroic, but also looked like a kind elder, scanning the contestants gathered in the center of the venue one by one.

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed and his heart tightened.

"It's him!"

It turned out that when Emmons glanced at the gathering area of ​​the National African Affairs Bureau, he happened to see Wang Yan, who had changed into a simple T-shirt and was talking and laughing with the people around him in a low-key manner.

How can this troublesome fool keep a low profile?

Even if I beat Emmons to death, he wouldn’t even believe it!

Even if he was in the same state of mind as him now, when he saw Wang Yan, he kept muttering in his heart, his ability to cause trouble was too strong, what kind of master could he have and what kind of apprentice could he have taught.

I looked back and tried to think of a solution, as there might be something wrong next.

"It's just that this method is difficult." Emmons sighed. As the president of the Super League, the organizer of this competition, and a member of the Global Disaster Resilience Committee, he has a heavy burden on his shoulders.

"Huh..." Emmons exhaled deeply, calmed down, and returned to his previous majestic appearance.

After looking at all the contestants, he announced loudly: "All contestants who complete the preliminaries will receive a D-level essence provided by the competition group! The first 300 contestants who advance will receive a C-level essence! "

Upon hearing such news, most of the players who completed the qualifying rounds were extremely happy. D-level essence, for some superpowers who are still in the C-level stage, is also a big fortune.

The key is, as long as you complete the qualifiers, you will be rewarded. Where can you find this good thing?

And those players who did not persevere regretted it, because no matter what, once they give up, there is nothing.

Emmons ignored the excitement in the audience and continued to announce: "The top three in the qualifiers will be rewarded by the competition group with a piece of sacred equipment or equivalent materials! The fourth to ninth place will be rewarded with sub-holy equipment or One piece of equivalent material! The host will announce the top 300 in this qualifier."

"Wow!"

Upon hearing this news, the entire venue suddenly became excited.

"Holy weapon! I have never seen a holy weapon in my life!"

"Oh my god, is the competition team going to bleed a lot? If this is exchanged within the organization, how many merit points will it cost?"

"Wow, how can you be so heroic? I really want to touch it..."

"A holy weapon is being awarded in the preliminaries now? I'm not dreaming, am I? Give me a slap in the face and see."

"Snapped!"

"Ouch, are you really going to hit me? Let me beat you to death!"

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Not to mention the C-level and B-level superpowers on the scene, even some of the top experts who have reached the A-level stage may not be able to own a piece of sacred equipment.

Sacred weapon-level equipment is completely different from some aura-level equipment that can be exchanged within the organization. Each sacred weapon is the crystallization of the forger's hard work. It has powerful and special power, and the required materials are rare and precious. Now it is nowhere to be found.

It's a pity that the manufacturing process of most of the sacred-level equipment has been lost nowadays, and even if you want to make it, you may not be able to make it.

What remains in the world today are all unique and unique items. Each one has been passed down through history and is full of legend. Some are even symbols of certain sects or nations. They are extremely precious and cannot be seen in ordinary times. .

Of course, if so many treasures were produced by Emmons alone, he would probably wake up crying in the middle of the night.

Fortunately, all the rewards and expenses of the competition are jointly borne by major organizations around the world. Although many big bosses will feel sad, they may not be able to win better prizes for their favorite generals, so it is okay to think about it. Just like investing, it's more or less balanced.

Amid the roaring discussion from the crowd, Emmons smiled with a hidden face and handed the chair of the conference back to host Sean.

Sean immediately used an exciting voice to read out the names of the top 300 players who had successfully advanced.

The rankings were not in order. As soon as the names were read out, a large number of cheers and tears of joy continued to come from the crowd.

"Yes, there is me!"

"Me too!"

"Wow haha, great, I've advanced to the semi-finals!"

Suddenly, the host Sean read out the name of a member of the China National African Affairs Bureau: "Scud!"

Scud, who originally thought that he would definitely not be able to advance, suddenly raised his head, and then with an exaggerated expression, he looked up to the sky and cheered: "Old Wang, Bao Xiong, look! I, I only have five points, and I can advance! Wow! Ha ha……"

"Haha, congratulations. You are already a top expert in C-level abilities. I wish you can enter the B-level field as soon as possible." Bao Xiong put his arm on one shoulder and congratulated him with a smile.

Among the 300 people who have been promoted, there are only a few C-level ones, but they are not without them. However, every C-level player who can advance has his or her own abilities, such as Scud, who works hard to improve, and Haru Suzuki, the transvestite who successfully rose to the top by sacrificing her looks, etc.

"As expected of Brother Leg, I'll treat you later." Wang Yan also conveniently put his hand on Scud's other shoulder. This cheat must be knocked down.

"Please, definitely please, whatever you all want to do tonight, I'll take care of it!" Scud patted his chest, feeling heroic.

Among the three hundred people who have advanced, how many are C-level superpowers? Now his Scud is one, glory.

"Then come to my Cai'er's health foot bath shop. There is a girls' group and a big yacht." Zhang Weidao stretched out his hand and took out a beautifully made membership card and handed it to Scud, "As a brother, this membership card I’ll give it to you, and you can enjoy a 20% discount!”

"Amitabha, this is good. The young monk wants to drink wine with flowers. The young monk misses those gentle and kind-hearted female fairies." Wubujie's appearance was solemn, but he smiled meaningfully.

"It's good, but the price of the women's group is sky-high..." Scud, who was still in high spirits just now, suddenly lost his composure.

His dramatic change also made the surrounding members of the African Affairs Bureau laugh.

"Oh, that's a bunch of people who are not doing their job, and they are all having a good time." Xiao Yanzun Zhang Huang, who was standing at the end of the team of the National African Affairs Bureau, glanced at Wang Yan and others with disdain.

Speaking of which, although Zhang Huang regarded Wang Yan as his mortal enemy, he firmly stood on the side of the African Affairs Bureau during the qualifiers and saved many members of the African Affairs Bureau who were besieged by organizations from other countries along the way.

Listening to the conversation between Wang Yan and others, Zhang Huang's eyes unknowingly fell on a sexy bikini succubus on the edge of the venue.

Zhang Huang had been imprisoned in the Demon Prison for nearly two years, and the ancient power in his body had already reached its peak. At this glance, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated and he swallowed saliva.

"Since you have decided to defeat Wang Yan, you must know yourself and your enemy. It seems that I have to follow him tonight!"

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