On the Eight Extremes Star, I awakened the twelve talismans.

Ganymede's fighting city is experiencing its noisiest moment since its construction.

Tens of thousands of fireworks soared into the sky above the city, exploding into a shower of light under the artificial canopy. Golden, silver, and fiery red light rained down, creating a dazzling sea of ​​stars. Layer upon layer of petal-shaped fireworks enveloped the entire city in a festive and frenzied atmosphere.

Every screen in the streets and alleys is playing content about Storm Famila.

Those spectators who couldn't get tickets gathered in front of the large screens in the city square and public viewing area.

People throughout the galaxy are watching this event via the interstellar network, with countless eyes focused on it at the same time.

The host's passionate voice resonated throughout the venue via the broadcast system:

"Welcome to Storm Famila! This is the stage for the galaxy's elite fighters, a place where dreams and glory collide!"

"Today, top experts from various star systems will compete on this stage. Whoever survives the brutal elimination process to the end will lift the trophy that symbolizes supreme honor!"

The holographic screen displays real-time footage from each competition zone and a densely packed match schedule, with the name of each participating team clearly displayed.

When the host announced the names of several celebrity teams, the audience erupted in thunderous cheers.

In particular, the Sugar Cube Cross Star is currently the most sought-after team.

They also won the championship in the previous Storm Famila tournament.

A female host appeared on stage, dressed in a magnificent outfit, and enthusiastically introduced herself: "Viewers across the entire galaxy, welcome to the 132nd Storm Famila! I am your host, Evelyn!"

"This year's Storm Farmira tournament will adopt a brand-new multi-region elimination system."

Evelyn waved her arm, and ten planets appeared on the holographic screen behind her, each marked with different environmental features.

"Through multiple rounds of regional selection, the six strongest teams will eventually come to the main venue, where they will compete in three matches for the ultimate showdown."

"The preliminary selection process will be held simultaneously in ten other competition zones, and our main venue will broadcast the highlights of each zone live. Viewers, please keep your eyes glued to your screens and don't miss a single second!"

"Without further ado, the competition is about to begin!"

Lava Zone.

Ye Han, Dia, and Lingling stood in front of the starting line.

Ye Han still wore the same disguise he wore when he registered—an ordinary face that was neither handsome nor ugly, the kind that would be easily lost in a crowd.

Dia and Lingling stood on either side of him, looking relaxed and unaffected by the tense and frozen atmosphere around them.

A scorching wave of heat surged up from the ground, carrying the pungent smell of sulfur.

Lingling confidently declared, "Master, you don't need to lift a finger this time. Dia and I will carry you to victory!"

"Alright, the match is about to begin."

The rules of the lava zone are simple: flying is prohibited, there are no rules, and the first person to reach the designated crater in the shortest time wins.

Limited spots available, only ten out of a hundred.

Only ten out of hundreds of teams can advance; the rest will be eliminated.

It can be said that there are basically no rules or restrictions.

The screen in the air started counting down from one hundred.

At the starting line, a burly, bald man in a white training uniform addressed all the participants in a booming voice.

He called himself the senior disciple of the Broken Water Flow School and recounted his glorious past: "Everyone! Before the competition begins, I think it's necessary to tell you something first, so that you don't lose your lives in vain."

All eyes were on him.

Seeing that his presence was already at its peak, the senior disciple of Broken Water Flow said in an extremely proud tone: "I am a three-time consecutive champion of the Lava Zone and a three-time consecutive champion of the Regional Martial Arts Tournament. I have also defeated twelve Free Agents. I have more heads on my hands than you have walked the roads."

"Therefore, those who know what's good for them should turn back now; a wise person knows when to yield."

A commotion arose in the crowd.

The vast majority of people looked at this Master Broken Water Flow with the eyes of someone looking at an idiot.

Winning three consecutive championships in the Lava Zone certainly shows some skill, but anyone placed here would be a prodigy.

The rules and format of the Farmira tournament change every time, and its past glories are not worth mentioning here.

The countdown numbers lit up in mid-air, and the huge holographic numbers counted down from ten.

three.

two.

One.

All the teams rushed out at the same time.

Ye Han's voice clearly reached the two girls' ears amidst the noisy racetrack: "Diya, Lingling, I'm leaving you to me. I'll be waiting for you at the finish line."

After leaving behind a clone, Ye Han stealthily made his way to the crater at the finish line.

With nothing to do, I lay down on a rock and started looking at recent events.

"Don't worry, Master, leave it to us," Lingling said excitedly.

Dia's bracelet emitted a blue light, which rapidly spread upwards from her wrist to her body, and the V9 armor materialized wherever it passed.

The armor completely covered her entire body.

Lingling was not to be outdone, her mechanized body fully armed.

The two charged ahead of the vast procession, while Ye Han, the clone, followed behind them.

The three's outstanding performance instantly made them the target of everyone's attacks.

Unfortunately, no one could rival them.

A group of fools rushed in from the left flank. The leader misjudged the strength of his opponents and swung his knife towards Ye Han.

Dia and Ye Han switched positions, and the energy shield automatically deployed, sending the alloy longsword flying along with the man, who crashed into a nearby rock.

His two teammates tried to rush forward, but Lingling's energy pulse hit the ground precisely at their feet, and the shockwave knocked them both to the ground.

"What kind of skill is it to rely on women! If you're so capable, come out and fight yourself!" The contestant who had been knocked to the ground shouted at Ye Han's back.

"Exactly, that pretty boy hiding behind women doesn't even deserve to participate in Storm Famila. If it weren't for the team competition, this kid would have been the first one to be knocked out."

His words drew scattered laughter from several teams around him, and several people looked at Ye Han with undisguised contempt.

Ye Han, the clone, had no choice but to spend some time slimming down the team and reducing its size.

After cleaning up this bunch of noisy tails, the noise finally stopped.

"Master, we're almost at the crater."

"Hmm, no rush."

The track ahead suddenly narrowed at a narrow pass, and the dark mass of people was crammed together in the narrow passage.

Master Duan Shuiliu is currently pursuing a slender opponent in the middle of the pass.

The eldest brother's fist strength was indeed remarkable; each punch carried enough power to shatter the cooled rock shell.

He broke up several teams that tried to overtake him along the way.

The man he was chasing landed nimbly on a patch of volcanic ash ahead, his toes digging into the scalding ash to steady himself. He whirled around, a defiant smile playing on his lips: "Trying to kill me, Iron Leg Water-Walking? Not so easy!"