Chapter 691 The Vampire Marquis! Dark Saint

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Several days passed while eating, drinking and having fun.

In the early morning, water vapor from the Pacific Ocean enveloped the entire island.

Under the rising sun, there was little mist in the rain forest, glowing with a faint red light.

Several brightly colored tropical birds were resting on the top of a huge steel building, leisurely preening their feathers that were wet with the morning dew.

"Wow!"

Suddenly, the roar of cheers from the crowd came from inside the building.

Several birds were so frightened that they screamed and fluttered their wings high.

It turns out that early this morning, the semi-finals of the Global Youth Superpowers Conference finally began!

At this time, the venue of the Youth Conference was once again filled with tens of thousands of spectators from all over the world. They sat in the viewing area in an orderly manner according to their nationality and organization. The three hundred players who successfully advanced to the semi-finals also gathered in the center of the venue according to their nationality and organization.

After three days of rest, the three hundred qualified players were all refreshed and their morale was high. Everyone stands in the field in their best condition, showing themselves, the image of their country and organization to the world.

The crowd in the venue was in high spirits, with flags and ribbons flying on the seats.

The audience gathered in small groups, cheering for their favorite players, or singing to encourage them. Although the audience came from all over the world, with different races and customs, no one would interfere with the behavior of others at this time.

After all, this is a festival that occurs once every five years and belongs to people with powers around the world. It is a day worthy of freedom and joy.

"Beer, drinks, mineral water, cigarettes, melon seeds and eight-treasure porridge, are you in need?"

A gentle and charming voice, like a sweet wind, blows through people's hearts.

The restless atmosphere at the venue became even more lively.

"Gentlemen, in order to celebrate the start of the semi-finals, we enjoy a 20% discount on all products today, for this one day only."

It turned out that one of the bikini succubi who was working hard to sell products once again walked into the audience with her hot waist.

The spectators were all smiling. They had been accompanying these succubus girls in tight bikinis in the preliminaries day and night. Without them in the semi-finals, they would have felt like something was missing.

"Beauty, give me a piece of Laoganma sandwich! I want more hot sauce!"

"Okay, sir, do you need anything else?"

"Hey hey hey, I want to give you some more, Xiao! Fee!"

"Oh, I hate it. Where are you putting your hands, sir?"

"Hey hey hey..."

Similar happy moments were repeated one after another. Super League President Emmons' eyes twitched helplessly, and he suddenly felt a trace of fatigue drifting through his heart.

Before these girl groups appeared, he was in a good mood.

What kind of serious business are these banshees doing? A good competition was turned into a mess.

But they are all Bao Cai'er's people, and he, the president of the Super League and the organizer of the competition, can't even take care of them.

Heartbroken, heartbroken.

Emmons took a deep breath and flew down from the podium. Business was more important.

As he slowly flew down to the field, the powerful aura exuded by the S-class legendary magician immediately attracted everyone's attention, and even the noise on the scene seemed to decrease.

He was very satisfied with this effect.

With a majestic demeanor, he raised his eyes and scanned the three hundred qualifying contestants neatly lined up in front of him.

When he found that the Son of Flame was standing in the queue without any unnecessary actions, his nervous heart relaxed.

As long as this kid can be more stable, he will be relieved.

"I will announce the rules for the rematch below."

Emmons stood quietly above all the players. The power of an S-class powerhouse filled the ears of everyone present with his seemingly plain voice.

"The next semi-finals will be based on rankings and two-by-two confrontations. The first place will fight against the last place, the second place will fight against the second to last place, and so on. In the following time, half of the players will be eliminated every day, and finally The winning player will join the ten half-step S-level seed players to form the top thirty-two players of this conference!"

"call!"

As soon as Emmons finished speaking, there was a burst of exclamation from the crowd watching the game. The next game should be more interesting, with half eliminated every day. This competition system is indeed fierce and cruel.

Even the three hundred qualified contestants standing in the center of the venue, lined up neatly, had a look of solemnity on their faces.

This pair-to-two competition format is indeed simple on the first day, but as the lower-level players are eliminated, the opponents they face will become stronger and stronger, and the competition will become very fierce.

The crowd watching the game and the qualified players were all in a state of anxiety and tension. However, the ten seeded players sitting under their respective auditoriums could not feel any pressure on their faces.

The Super Girl from Super Shield was currently sitting in a comfortable special seat, reading the hero comics published by Midea. Ganeses, the desert emperor of the African Ancient Witches Alliance, was wearing a golden mask and was half leaning on the seat, enjoying a massage from two Egyptian maids.

Opposite them, Liu Bujie from the National African Affairs Bureau was drinking beer and wearing a VR headset, happily watching foreign blockbusters. On the other side of him, the seeded player from Japan, Sohide Anbei, was drinking tea alone. Pieces of beautiful cherry blossoms were falling out of thin air and disappearing beside him. The scene was magnificent.

Obviously, these half-step S-level players did not take this rematch seriously.

In fact, it's no wonder that in the eyes of ordinary superpowers, these half-step S-level players are legends living around them, and each one of them is their idol.

If those with abilities who can reach A level are the dragons and phoenixes among millions of people, then these half-step S-level players are the most favored ones among these people.

Think about it, among so many young people with powers around the world, only these ten young people have reached the half-step S level. They are destined to reach the top in the future, and then become important leaders of a certain organization, with overwhelming power.

Even if these ten half-step S-level seed players are considered, it is not an exaggeration to say that there is a big BOSS hidden in this conference.

"Everyone, please be quiet. Next I want to announce another decision from the competition group."

Emmons glanced around and was very satisfied with the momentum he showed and the reaction of the audience. He continued to maintain this state and announced, "After discussion and decision by the competition team, the first place in the qualifiers is the Son of Fire. Wang Yan will become the eleventh seeded player and directly enter the second round of the semi-finals!"

Neither the audience nor the players had any objections to this decision. After all, Wang Yan did have the ability.

Emmons narrowed his eyes and looked down at the field, feeling secretly proud of the decision he had made all night long the day before yesterday.

Send this bastard directly to the top 32 and let him sit peacefully on the sidelines. I don't believe that he can cause any trouble.

Haha, not bad, this method saves trouble and worry. He is indeed the president of the Super League, he is not in vain, he is very wise.

Finding that there was no objection, Emmons nodded with satisfaction, turned around and flew back to the podium.

At this moment, Wang Yan suddenly walked out of the queue and shouted.

"etc!"

Emmons's heart suddenly twitched for no reason, and he almost fell out of the air.

"Wang, Wang Yan, what's the matter with you?" Emmons immediately became nervous and his voice was a little weak.

I wonder what tricks this son of flame is playing again? This kid stirred up trouble, and he really outdid himself. Now he has no confidence at all.

Wang Yan looked innocent and said, "I don't want to advance directly, I want to play in the competition."

puff!

Emmons was so angry that he almost vomited blood. Wouldn't it be better to advance directly? How can anyone insist on working hard to play the game?

And this innocent expression is exactly the same as the expression when he kidnapped the fire child weapon spirit and also secreted two of his sacred weapons!

"The competition team has decided that your strength has been recognized and you don't need to participate in the rematch." Emmons straightened his expression and tried to maintain his majesty.

"But I feel that I still need to practice and hone." Wang Yan frowned, still refusing to give in.

"The first round of the rematch can't give you any training, so you can sit in the top 32 with peace of mind, and you will be trained by then." Emmons waved his hand, "Go to your special seat in the African Affairs Bureau, peace of mind Sit down."

"What about the rewards for the first round of rematches?" Wang Yan looked sideways and finally said what was on his mind.

pain!

Emmons's heart suddenly hurt, and he cursed secretly, this bastard, I got three treasures from you in one qualifying round, and now you still want a reward?

Too bad, this kid is so bad, he is even more greedy than Yan Zun back then!

"There are no rewards for the first round of rematches, so just go and sit there with peace of mind."

Emmons was so angry that he had no good way to deal with the opponent, so he could only glare at Wang Yan, then hurriedly announced the start of the first round of the rematch, and quickly stayed away from the son of flame.

Wang Yan felt that he was really innocent. The request he made was obviously very reasonable. Of course, forget it without reward.

As Wang Yan and the remaining qualified players in the field withdrew from the venue, the first game of the rematch started as scheduled.

"The first match will be between the dark saint Katharina and the last place in the qualifiers, the lightning hand Kasami, who is a descendant of the Indian gods!"

Following the host Sean's announcement, the audience cheered enthusiastically once again.

Amid the cheers of the crowd, Dark Saint Katharina slowly walked onto the ring.

She was still dressed like a noble daughter, holding a small black umbrella, and her demeanor was noble and soft, as if she was not coming to participate in a duel in the ring, but instead taking a leisurely walk.

Wang Yan knew that she had accepted the first embrace from his mistress, and he had not seen her while eating, drinking and having fun in the past few days. Even though he was a little worried about her, he was also a little curious. Wang Yan has no idea how a human can be transformed into a vampire.

In his opinion, there was almost no change in the Dark Saint. Of course, she should be a vampire marquis now.

In addition to being a little more delicate in appearance, her skin is a little whiter and more tender, and eh? The breath seems to be more restrained and deeper.

It seems that the "Holy Blood Heart" has been of great help to her.

Wang Yan suddenly had a lot of expectations for her future.

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