Star Iron: Imaginary numbers? Dude, I play with quantum reconstruction.

March 7th: ?

At this moment, March 7th felt like she'd been struck by lightning. She couldn't lose that thing! She should have known better than to drop out of school so early; at least she could have gained some resistance to dizziness.

This is terrible. I'll wake up one morning and find myself skipping over the beginning of my life.

"Hiss, Master Yunli, why don't you just pretend I'm not awake?"

A few days later — Chang Le Tian

On March 7th, she pretended to be asleep for several days out of fear, until Xing sent her a message: "[Where are you? You're going on stage tomorrow!]"

Then she explained the reason for her slumber, and to her surprise, Xing immediately sold it to her. Only then did she learn that the Rubik's Cube had been lost because it had already been returned to its original owner.

She was sullen for another night over Xing's betrayal and Xi Qin's temporary borrowing.

She is now leaning against the railing of the Jingfeng ship, waiting for news of the competition.

As for why it was the Jingfeng ship? Because the Jingfeng ship crashed. So, after Hua Wushuang made a quick buck, the Jingfeng ship appeared.

Although the patrol arrows were useless to him, Hua Wu was happy to take the money when he thought about how it was being deducted from the old man's private stash of money in the Alliance, while Jing Yuan was just putting on an act.

Hua Wu originally planned to start with a few hundred billion in taxes, but Jing Yuan's centralized control of the Divine Strategy and the experience of veteran actors pushed that number up by several zeros.

As for where these things come from? Aren't there many people just shouting slogans?

The alliance internally devolved into a cycle of constant raiding until it grew tired of it.

Chapter 392 Luca: Demon King, here I come! Qiong: Can you shatter a satellite with a diameter of three thousand kilometers?

After several days of hardship, Tao Ran had grasped the true meaning of immortality. He lay silently in the dark prison.

Like a fish turned white, it looks alive, but it's already dead.

He no longer knew his own identity, only that he seemed to have died several times, and knew nothing else.

Turning our attention back to the Jingfeng ship, we see the updated version of Progressive Luca walking towards the dome.

"Demon King, we meet again. As I said before, I will take back what I have lost. Prepare to face my challenge!"

Qiong, hands in her pockets, said coldly, "Oh, then you'd better fight your way to me. After all, I'm the defending champion. Unless my senior brother can escape my clutches in three days, you won't see me again if you lose."

"By the way, I suggest you leave after the preliminary rounds. After the preliminary rounds, there are all sorts of strange and unpredictable people... You might win, but it's unlikely you'll beat them."

Luca: ?

"What do you mean? I don't understand what you're saying. Are the later contestants very strong?"

Qiong looked at Luca and shook her head slightly. "It's alright, but it's a bit strong. For example, could you shatter a celestial satellite with a diameter of three thousand kilometers with one hand?"

Luca: ?

"What?! One hand shattered a celestial satellite with a diameter of 3,000 kilometers? Where did this superhuman come from? Are interstellar civilizations beyond Yalilo this terrifying?"

Seeing Luca's shocked expression, Qiong sighed helplessly. This man had been abandoned by the inflated numbers.

“There are more than 80 Supermen like this in this competition, all of them my junior apprentices. I also have 120 junior apprentices who aren’t so good, but getting them to team up and take down a few Star Destroyers wouldn’t be a problem.”

"And then there's my senior brother. A few days ago, he beat up the general from the neighboring immortal ship. I don't know where he's getting beaten up now. I asked him, but he didn't reply. He just sent me a message asking me to defend his arena."

Luca: ......

"Demon King, I have a request, but could you train me?"

Luca almost gave up after hearing the description, but since he was already there, he figured he had to give it a try.

"Um... considering how readily you admitted defeat and your brave and fearless belief... I'll agree for now. But let me make it clear beforehand, I guarantee you'll teach me, but not that you'll win. If you lose, it just means you're bad."

"So, should I call you Coach or Demon King now?"

"Demon King, that sounds more prestigious. After all, in another sense, I really am the final Demon King of this match."

"Yes, Demon King. What's our next step?"

Qiong turned and walked backstage. "Check the schedule and see if your luck is good."

Luca followed behind Sora. "Demon King, what happens if I'm unlucky?"

"I ran into my 200 junior disciples, and then it exploded on the spot."

Luca: Eh...

Qiong didn't mince words; he felt he could persuade as many people as possible, as this match had become an internal struggle within the Fierce Tiger Sect in his eyes.

Those whose stats are below his normal combat strength are no different from being sent to their deaths.

Not to mention that his bunch of junior disciples came as a group to rack up battle points.

"By the way, how did you get here?"

"I hitched a ride with Miss Topa, who also came to participate in the competition. Also, Lingke found a broken gemstone pendant while doing archaeology. Oh, and besides me, Lingke, Hook, and Boss Schwarz also came."

When Qiong heard the name Schwarz, she felt a chill run down her spine. "Schwarz? I... this robot is pretty vengeful."

......

Qiong looked at the names on the schedule, "Luca...Luca...Luca...Found it! Gui Bao Support Group? Yunqi Army? Then it's alright."

Luca didn't quite understand. "Why? Demon King, I don't think I can underestimate you just because of your name."

Qiong rubbed her forehead with one hand, "Why? Because the team names of my junior apprentices are either Monsoon Special Forces 1, 2, 3, 4, or Sharp Knife Special Forces 1, 2, 3, 4."

"If you see the Monsoon Special Forces or the Sharp Knife Special Forces... just surrender, there's no hope."

These repeated rejections made Luca feel resentful. He wanted to prove himself and felt he couldn't withdraw from the competition because of this.

"Demon King, I believe hope will always exist. Even if I encounter those opponents you mentioned who can shatter satellites, I will not back down. At the very least, I must prove that I was here."

"You're really hot-blooded. I have high hopes for you. I'll tell them to go easy on you."

Qiong's words were as hurtful as ever.

"Um, can you have a little faith in me?"

"In that case, I trust you! I'll have them go all out."

"Demon King, that's not what I meant!"

After the two left, Xing slowly walked to the front of the schedule.

"Me, playing against March 7th? No, she's participating under her real name? And she doesn't even have a nickname? Come to think of it, the rules don't say teammates can't be Doomsday Beasts, right?"

"OK, let's do it this way. One Doomsday Beast to hold the fort, two Cataclysm Vanguards to increase the intensity, let March open her eyes..."

"What intensity are you talking about? This is a live stream; things like doomsday beasts can't be shown in public. If you're going to use them, you'd better think it through. Besides, I don't think March has offended you, has he?"

Xing turned her head in surprise, only to find Hua Wu giving her a scrutinizing look.

"Well, I'll go straight for it then. I recently learned a move from the Divine Firmament Sword Technique, and Dan Heng gave my sword a high evaluation. But, is this place sturdy? What if it sinks?"

Hua Wu looked at Xing's innocent face and explained, "The maximum strength this ship can withstand is the Swift Strike of the Hunter. Your small-scale attacks shouldn't even reach that limit."

"boom----!"

A shockwave powerful enough to shatter mountains erupted in the field, and everyone on the Jingfeng ship was invigorated by the sound.

"A fight broke out?"

"Shall we go take a look?"

......

Half a minute ago—at the arena—

"Whether or not your world has the concept of day and night, I wish you a good morning, noon, and evening! I am your good friend—Jimmy!"

"Welcome everyone to the knockout competition of the Luofu Martial Arts Ceremony!"

Jimi's big-headed puppet waved his hand, turning the camera towards the arena.

"The two teams in this competition are Monsoon Special Forces Team No. 1 from the Luofu Helping-the-People Group! Hmm? Helping-the-People Group? Is it a non-governmental public welfare organization in Luofu?"

"And, also from the Luofu Helpful People Group—Sharp Knife Special Forces Number 1! Uh...you guys are clashing, aren't you?"

"Regardless of whether the two cars collided, this competition must adhere to the principle of sportsmanship and strictly prohibit match-fixing!"

"Alright everyone, that concludes the introductions. So, how do we determine the true strength of both sides? Naturally, it will be a battle of wits where the brave prevail! Let's wait and see!"

On the stage—

"I didn't expect to run into you so soon."

"Indeed, then let's fight!"

There were 10 people on each side, one side wearing blue and the other side wearing red.

The team in blue uniforms is the Sharp Knife team, and the team in red uniforms is the Monsoon team.

The moment they met, they unleashed their auras, tearing and distorting the surrounding air.

"war!"

The 20 people on the field attacked each other face to face, showing no mercy whatsoever.

Every move is a deadly strike; it's clearly a clash of fists, but it sparks like a nuclear explosion.

Thunder, ice, fire, and blood bloomed continuously on the arena, transforming into countless flowers.

Chapter 393 The head coach is warming up

Fortunately, the arena was built by Hua Wu, and the energy overflowing from the arena will be absorbed and converted into fireworks reserves for the Jingfeng ship.

The audience around felt the entire stands shaking, and each tremor was stronger and more intense than the last.

"Croak! To actually see so many peerless masters fighting, even dying would be worth it!"

Meanwhile, the players who hadn't yet taken the stage were trying to find out the names of their opponents.

"Wait, could this Monsoon Special Forces number 8 be in cahoots with them? I'm going to the front desk to withdraw from the competition!"

"This elite special forces team number 9... quack—! I don't want to fight these people!"

At this moment, Luca was trembling all over, and cold sweat was pouring down his face.

"Demon King... these people are your nephews and nieces? Are they even human?"