Chapter 673 The Joy of Victory

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"Quiet, everyone, please be quiet."

In the center of the venue, the host Sean, dressed in formal attire and riding a flying skateboard, hovered in front of the teams of contestants from all over the world.

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 placers in the qualifiers, as well as the top three who will eventually receive the sacred artifact!"

The audience was full of excitement, but it quickly subsided.

All the spectators were listening with bated breath, especially among the 300 advanced players, some of the top players with higher strength and points were even more nervous at this time.

The standings are still not open, which means that every top player has the possibility of entering the top nine. Even if you can't get the holy weapon, as long as you can get into the top nine, the reward will be extremely generous.

Time seemed to have stood still. The surroundings were so quiet that you could clearly hear the wind blowing from the seaside.

Everyone was anxious and annoyed, but they had to keep quiet and calm down, waiting for the host to announce.

Some impatient spectators were already going crazy in their hearts, "Where did the competition team learn this trick? Not only did the competition close the points system, but now they are so appetizing, they really know how to play!"

"The ninth place winner in the qualifiers is..." The host Sean deliberately paused for a few seconds. Seeing that the effect was almost there, he smiled slightly and said slowly, "From the Australian Superpower Council, Scarab with two hundred and fifty-four points, Harris!”

"Mr. Harris, please come forward!"

"Wow!" The scene immediately burst into enthusiastic applause, and the entire Australian viewing area was excited.

Amidst the commotion, Harris walked out of the queue. His whole body was wrapped in scarab-shaped armor. The insect wings behind him vibrated slightly and slowly flew down behind Sean.

At this time, Harris's armor was shining with silver, and under the sunlight, he looked like a humanoid beetle. He looked mighty and majestic, as if he had infinite power.

"I know him. Harris is forty-two years old. He is a beetle gene mutant. His strength has reached A+ level three years ago. He is very powerful and is also a genius physicist and inventor." A familiar person at the scene said Harris's audience shouted excitedly.

"I heard that his armor, modeled after a scarab, is a product of his own research and development. It contains a variety of weapons and equipment, which makes his powerful defense and penetration capabilities reach a perverted level. So far, , His defense has not been broken by anyone yet!"

"Hiss, your defense ability is so strong?"

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 Australia's young generation, deserves the ninth place."

"There are indeed strong people in other countries' organizations, but Lao Wang, you, Lei Hong, Nan Lian, An Ge and Gao Mingyue are not weaker than them. Some of you will definitely enter the top nine!" Zhang Weidao has experienced a series of battles. He already has his own set of standards for his understanding and perception of power.

"Amitabha, young monk believes in the strength of our country." The same is naturally true for the five non-precepts.

"I also believe that our National African Affairs Bureau is the best!" Sun Youmiao, who was holding a sapling in his arms, also raised his pink fist and echoed with full energy.

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

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

"Hey hey hey... Hello everyone, hello everyone!" Willy Hassan, who was wearing a tight-fitting night uniform, walked out from the end of the line, smiling and waving all the way.

Especially when he saw Suzuki Haru in the Japanese team, he even shouted, "Mumu-chan, I'm here!"

He was naive, thinking that he had finally ushered in the spring after being single for forty years, and it could be said that he was blessed by God to have such a pure and lovely Loli girlfriend.

However, he was far from aware that a hint of darkness quietly flashed through Suzuki Haru's bright big eyes.

After all, it would be even harder for an otaku who has been single and practicing in Tianshan for thirty-two years to tell the difference between a fake girl who is more cute than a girl and a real girl.

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

"Look at him, his smile is so obscene! His expression is so vulgar!"

"Oh my God, am I blind? No, wait, I can't see anymore, I'm going blind."

The crowd at the venue made overwhelmingly negative comments, especially the female spectators, who were filled with indignation.

Shouldn't it be a tall, handsome, good-looking male god who gets a high ranking? Why such a despicable guy?

There were also complaints and doubts among the National African Affairs Bureau team, but Wang Yan had a different voice.

"Don't underestimate him. In a large-scale melee like this, an assassin like him who is good at hiding and ambushing you will have an even greater advantage."

Nowadays, Wang Yan has become more and more mature in his grasp of combat and strength. He understands that in some battles, victory cannot be achieved simply by looking good. Likewise, the victory or defeat of a battle cannot be judged by just looking at the level of strength.

The level of power can only represent the intensity of the power possessed by the superpower. Power is dead, but the person who uses this power is alive.

There are countless stories of low-level superpowers defeating or even killing superpowers stronger than themselves in history. Wang Yan's own multiple narrow escapes are a good example.

Amid the complaints from the crowd, Sean announced the seventh person to advance.

"The seventh person to advance, with two hundred and seventy-nine points, is from the European Super League. He is known as the witch hunter and the monster slayer of the European League captain, Jenov!"

Jenov's silver-gray hair was simply tied back, and there were two shocking scratches on the left side of his face, which made him look both vicissitudes of life and seriousness.

He wore a brown leather suit and had two long swords behind him. It was said that one was a silver sword mixed with mithril, used to slay demons, and the other was an iron sword, used for self-defense and killing. There was also a set of hand crossbows and several silver daggers hanging on his waist, making him look like a hunter from ancient times.

He remained silent and stepped out of the queue. His whole body exuded a dangerous aura. Just a simple glance around made many spectators break into cold sweats.

"I heard that he has real abilities. He was originally a noble from Poland. When he was young, his parents offended a certain force. Later, they were attacked by monsters controlled by witches, and the entire family was slaughtered."

"Tsk, tsk, it's so miserable. Even the bodies of my family members couldn't be found in the last fire."

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

The conversation among the spectators on the sidelines naturally reached the ears of Wang Yan and others.

In the queue of the National African Affairs Bureau, Lei Hong, who had been silent and cold, his eyes narrowed slightly, nodded, and uttered two words in agreement: "Strong."

"It does look like he has some tricks up his sleeve." Wang Yan also took a few glances and found that the other party had a fierce appearance and a restrained aura. He walked without any unnecessary movements and his whole body contained strong explosive power. It was obvious at a glance that he was wearing This skill was developed through years of fighting with monsters.

Like Assassin Willy, in the vast Sahara, it should be much easier for him to deal with most inexperienced contestants than to deal with cunning monsters.

Jenov was expressionless and walked quietly, and the sound of the entire venue seemed to be muffled by his presence.

The eyes of all the spectators followed him, as if they were still imagining what kind of thrilling story there was behind him.

Suddenly, two cold eyes glanced at Jenov, and the atmosphere suddenly became solemn.

It turned out that the two camps on the left and right of Jenov were the Holy See of Light and the Dark Parliament. At this time, the two Holy Sons standing at the front of the team happened to have their eyes on Jenov.

The surrounding crowd watching the game seemed to feel the change in the atmosphere. They all held their breath and watched quietly.

When the audience was caught off guard, Jenov glanced at the two saints from left to right, his face suddenly softened, and he burst into laughter.

"Ouch, Brother Stu, Brother Wright, come on, come on, have a cigarette. I got lucky this time and got seventh place. I'm really sorry."

As he spoke, he took out a box of Marlboros from the weapon pouch on his back, handed one to each of the two saints, and said to please: "If I have a mission in the future and walk to the realm of the two of you, please make it easier for me."

"Your cigarette is a bit bad." Light, Holy Son of Light, lit it with the fire handed over by Jenov, took a puff, and said with squinted eyes, "I'll try the Camel brand later. That cigarette is good."

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

"Okay, okay, little brother, let's go first." Jenov waved goodbye with a smile, and walked all the way behind the host Sean, leaving behind countless onlookers, stunned at the scene, dumbfounded.

"He is such a strong man!"

The entire venue fell silent, and everyone in the audience was stunned.

In the queue of the National African Affairs Bureau, Bao Xiong, Scud and others also had their eyes widened, their mouths wide open, and they were petrified on the spot.

This strong contrast between before and after was not only unexpected by the audience, it was almost to the point of pissing off the audience.

"Well, this can be regarded as an ability." Wang Yan's lips curled up in embarrassment.

If you want to survive and develop, individual strength is not enough, you must have power behind it. The European Union is sandwiched between the Holy See of Light and the Dark Parliament. It is really impossible not to pretend to be the younger brother.

Feeling the changes in the scene and the attention of the people, the two saints' sense of superiority arose spontaneously.

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

The smiles of the two saints were so outrageous that the entire spectators were stunned.

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