The gods descend into reality

Before Saint Roswald could speak, Charlelia pointed to a slave beside her and said.

"Yes Yes Yes."

The slave quickly smiled ingratiatingly.

This slave was once the captain of a great pirate crew with a bounty of millions in the East Blue, but now he has become a slave of the Roswald family. In addition, Roswald Saint has even collected a large number of other pirate crew captains as slaves.

According to Saint Rozwald, the higher the bounty on a slave, the more it reflects their status.

"Zi"

"Ah"

The next moment, countless steel needles shot out from the originally cute Mao Yu's body. The captain, who had looked rather tall before, was instantly covered in needles and screamed as he covered his pierced eyes.

"Hahahaha, so amazing, so amazing! Only a pet like this is worthy of my status!" Instead of being angry about her subordinate's injury, Charlia Palace clapped her hands and laughed.

"Alright, Charlia Palace, we didn't come to this world to help you capture slaves," Saint Roswald reprimanded, trying his best to appear wise, but to others he looked more like an idiot.

"This thing called the Internet just told us that there is a virtual reality combat platform where most people in the world will gather."

This is to declare this world the property of the Roswald family!

“Father is right, then I can get them to give us slaves and treasure.”

"Dad is so smart."

Charlelia Palace and Saint Charles burst into laughter.

It was as if he could already see that group of people crawling on their knees begging for mercy at their feet.

Chapter 603 This person's skill is no less than mine

"This sword is the finest weapon in the world, with a blade three feet and seven inches long and a net weight of seven pounds and thirteen ounces!"

The full moon hung in the sky, and Yue Buqun held a long sword, his face full of desolation.

That's right, I'm here to participate in the battle competition.

After all, the registration fee is only one World Coin, so there's no harm in giving it a try.

then

Then, Yue Buqun realized how lonely it is to be invincible.

In the first match, I encountered a god-slayer, that old man Voban.

To be honest, I was actually panicking a lot at the time.

After all, that was a god-slayer!

In the world of miniature gardens, that would be a five-figure existence, comparable to an ordinary god.

Even in his own world, he was a being feared by all human nations.

If we put it in our own martial arts world...

Without a doubt, that was a god so powerful that he instilled despair in everyone.

No matter how strong your internal strength is, or how superb your swordsmanship is, you can't even break through the skin of someone who has laid out their god-slayer body.

Moreover, if the other party goes berserk, it's not impossible that they could use their powers to smash things indiscriminately and destroy the entire world.

I was so panicked back then!

And then, I actually won!

It was all thanks to the Huashan Sword Technique!

"A fine sword!"

"It's a fine sword to begin with!"

Yue Buqun nodded, quite pleased with himself.

"The sword is named Crimson Sword. It is forged from meteorite iron from outer space. It can cut a hair with a single blow. The blade is three feet and three inches long and weighs six pounds and four ounces."

"A fine sword."

"It is a good sword to begin with."

After a pointless exchange, the atmosphere between Yue Buqun and Hua Yingxiong instantly became serious.

"Huashan Swordplay"

"call out"

A flash of red light appeared, and Yue Buqun, who had reopened his eyes, was completely bewildered.

"You said everyone's strength was suppressed to the same level? I, the head of Huashan Sect, am formally reporting him for cheating!"

Yue Buqun looked at the referee beside him and shouted loudly.

With our strengths on par, how could I possibly lose the match, especially not the kind of match where I'm instantly defeated?

It was just like when I fought Marquis Voban before.

Even with the opponent's strength adjusted to be roughly the same as his own, his powers and the physical strength of the Godslayer were greatly reduced, but even so...

It took a lot of effort for me to finally defeat my opponent.

Instant sell-out? Not a chance!

It's a cover-up, absolutely a cover-up!

At this moment, Yue Buqun looked at the girl with a ponytail who looked very similar to Nero; this was the referee for the match.

"I'm sorry, there was absolutely no unfairness whatsoever."

Joan of Arc apologized sincerely.

"Never mind, I admit I'm not as skilled as you."

The once aggressive Yue Buqun inexplicably lost his temper after hearing the other party's words.

"Hereby, as the referee of this match, I, Jeanne, would like to reiterate the relevant precautions for the match."

First, never act impulsively.

Second, we must never overlook any wrongdoing.

Third, the refereeing was absolutely fair and excellent!

I, Jeanne d'Arc, will be the referee for this match, so please rest assured!

Joan of Arc said sincerely.

"Hey, hey, hey, it's precisely because it's you that we're even more worried."

"That's right, that's right, everyone knows you're a professional whistleblower."

"It's one thing to be biased, but to go off the field to help Zieg is another; the referee is assaulting someone!"

"I'm just as good-looking as Zieg, what if the biased referee sides with me?"

"Zig is the protagonist, are you the protagonist? You're dreaming."

The rising and falling voices of discussion made Joan of Arc's expression increasingly tense.

What's with all this talk about being idiots or not?

How can something that hasn't happened yet count?

I am Joan of Arc, the epitome of justice!

Joan of Arc ignored the discussion of the crowd below. As long as she judged the competition fairly and well, these unfavorable comments would surely disappear completely!

Thinking of this, Joan of Arc clenched her fists.

After all, this was something Lord Counter had instructed me to do well, and I absolutely could not bring shame upon Lord Counter in the Type-Moon world.

"I, an old man, will fight this hero Hua!"

Seeing his Huashan Sect leader killed in a single sword strike, even Feng Qingyang couldn't stand it anymore.

Normally, Feng Qingyang felt he would be incredibly timid.

All that talk about poise and superiority is how one treats those weaker than oneself.

It's like you always have to act superior in front of your child, but try putting on airs in front of your father.

One slap will bring back your complete childhood memories!

Therefore, Feng Qingyang has always kept a low profile since coming into this world.

What else can we do but not keep a low profile?

Can't find death?

After all, there are countless powerful individuals in this world. If you encounter a bad one, they might kill you and then wipe out the entire power behind you.

Moreover, Feng Qingyang gradually discovered some things.

If Xiao Se initially exercised strict control over the world, even though he didn't say anything publicly at that time, there were still limits to how they could fight each other.

At the very least, no one should die.

But as the number of people increased, Feng Qingyang discovered that this control was actually gradually decreasing.

It's not that Xiao Se is out of control; rather, it seems that many people simply don't meet the other party's standards.

It's like asking if you would die for an ant that has nothing to do with you.

Although I'm reluctant to admit it, that's the truth.

But things are different now.

Now, this virtual battle platform can bring both sides to the same level, achieving a relatively fair state.

Even so, the gap remains difficult to bridge in many aspects.

However, Feng Qingyang felt he still needed to make his presence known.

"Uh uh uh uh uh"

He had just taken a step when, in the next instant, Feng Qingyang covered his mouth, his face turning bright red, as if he might kick the bucket at any moment.

"Oh no! Uncle Feng has had a stroke! Uncle Feng has had a stroke!"