Mechanical Pioneer Under One Person

After more than two hours, all the members of the Nadutong team were ready and headed towards the ring.

Halfway through the journey, Feng Xingtong, who had been waiting there, also joined in.

After chatting along the way, they arrived at the square where they were yesterday and discovered the overly 'obvious' changes.

In the center of the square, which was an empty space yesterday, there are now four super-large screens.

While Zhang Chulan was stunned, the Taoist priest who led the guests saw that the time was up and said loudly: "Everyone, today's competition between the 32 contestants will be held in four venues."

"Those of you who have come from afar can choose any venue to watch the competition."

"If you want to watch all the matches, please stay in this open space and watch on the big screen."

……

"Now, please invite the first group of contestants to the stage!"

"Wang Ye, against Iron Horse!"

"Lu Linglong, to the cloud!"

"Feng Shayan, and Zhi Jinhua!"

"Cai Lu, against Ling!"

As the competition began, the people gathered in the square obviously dispersed a lot.

After all, watching the fights between aliens is similar to watching a football game. No matter how comprehensive the view on the "screen" is, it is not as comfortable as watching the game with your own eyes.

Since every contestant could be Zhang Chulan's opponent in the next round, Nadutong and the others stayed in front of the big screen for the time being so that they could watch multiple games at once.

About three or four minutes later, when the first batch of players entered the venue, the competitions began one after another.

And just two minutes later, the winner of a match was decided.

Lu Linglong's opponent was the masked, white-haired man—'Yun'. The two played a very obvious game of networking; Yun surrendered without even fighting.

As for the reason... Yun said he doesn't hit women.

Feng Shayan's match lasted relatively longer, but it didn't even reach 10 minutes.

Her opponent, Zhi Jinhua, was like a masochist. She took more than forty punches from Feng Shayan before she was ready to fight back.

As a result, after fighting back for one round, without seeing any results, he announced his defeat for no reason.

Of course... this competition became a completely different and magnificent story in the mouth of the legendary commentator, Feng Xingtong.

As for Ling and Cailu, their fight was much more plain and simple.

'Zero' made his image look like 'Shiranui Genma' from Naruto, and his attack methods are also similar.

He held a needle in his mouth, and after fighting with Cai Lu for sixty or seventy rounds, he took the opportunity to spit the needle into Cai Lu's Du meridian acupoint, winning with one strike.

Wang Ye's match was the slowest. He met an athlete who had spent his entire life studying and practicing to counter Wudang Tai Chi, so he inevitably had to spend more time trying to 'persuade' him to quit.

Soon, the second and third batches of competitions came together. During this period, Feng Baobao and Feng Xingtong both appeared on the field and defeated their opponents.

……

A few hundred meters away from the square.

Hu Jie, the young master of Dongxiang Village, has been lurking here since his competition with Bai Shixue.

At this moment, he was hiding behind a tree with a sinister look on his face, drooling over a lone stranger.

As for the reason...

Dongxiang Village has now been occupied by Quan Xing and has become the base camp of the evil.

Hu Jie had already undergone a "soul transformation" by the Four Madmen and became the spiritual representative of Quan Xing in the Luotian Grand Ceremony.

His purpose of squatting behind the tree was naturally to kill - to gain power by using Shen Chong's ability of 'Qi Dai'.

The person he was currently staring at was a man in a black suit and sunglasses.

"Fuck, you idiot, you want me to stop?"

'Stop it, you bastard!'

Seeing that the man in sunglasses was almost there, Hu Jie sneered, jumped down from the tree, and made claws with his hands, chopping at the back of his head.

Swish!

With this claw, he directly split the man in sunglasses into two halves starting from the Baihui acupoint.

Seeing the power of his claw, Hu Jie couldn't help but grin, feeling quite pleased with himself. But his smile froze after only three breaths.

Hu Jie felt the Qi within his body, but saw no sign of growth. Furthermore, he raised his hand and saw that there was no trace of flesh or blood on his fingernails.

He quickly turned around and saw that the flesh of the man in sunglasses, which was split by the claws, had actually grown some flesh threads, which gradually stretched together and sutured, returning to its original state without even a visible gap.

"Ba...Gah!"

After his body was sewn up, the man looked at the sunglasses in his hands that could not be put back together, his face dull and angry, and he couldn't help but curse out loud.

Swish!Swish!Swish!

As if in response to the curse, four flesh spikes suddenly grew out of the chest of the man in sunglasses and grabbed Hu Jie.

The speed of the meat thorns was so fast that Hu Jie had no time to react and was pulled closer to the net formed by the meat thorns.

"What the hell...what the hell are you guys?"

Hu Jie exploded all his Qi, shattering all the flesh strings that bound him. But in the blink of an eye, several extremely hard flesh strings grew out of the man in sunglasses and tied Hu Jie up again.

This time, the Qi in Hu Jie's body could no longer drive away the flesh thread, and even his mouth was tied up, so he couldn't speak.

As Hu Jie was pulled closer, the man in sunglasses' skin suddenly surged, and countless flesh lines burst out.

His chest cavity also burst open, and the mucus-covered flesh walls squirmed and contracted, as if a mouth was about to swallow Hu Jie.

"Mother fucker! Stop! Stop!"

Just when Hu Jie was about to die, an anxious American English voice came from the distance.

The swallowing action of the huge mouth of the man in sunglasses on his chest and abdomen also stopped, and he quickly turned back into an ordinary person's form, with only a few flesh strings binding Hu Jie left.

A few breaths later, a man also in a black suit ran over, took a few breaths, and then adjusted his tie.

The tie was like a switch, and with a flash of light, his appearance changed into that of a blond-haired, blue-eyed white man.

When the man in sunglasses saw the white man return to his true form, he explained anxiously, "He attacked me first."

The white man snorted coldly and said, "Yes, so... Agent Spore, this will not reduce your internship score."

"But you have to remember, this is just an out-of-bounds exploration mission. The first principle of the operation is absolute secrecy. We don't want a repeat of the 'Prism Gate' incident, okay?"

At this point, the white man couldn't help but say in frustration, "Then again, the local superpowered people are so uncultured. Are they all murderers?"

After saying that, he took out a mechanical iron rod from the inner pocket of his suit, and after some adjustments, he pointed it at Hu Jie.

Snapped!

A burst of white light emanated from the front of the mechanical iron rod, flashing past Hu Jie's head. Then, the indicator light on the back of the iron rod suddenly lit up red.

The white man put the iron rod back in confusion, took out the instruction manual, and compared the fault code on the back of the mechanical rod with the instruction manual.

"The target is extremely mentally unstable? His memory cannot be erased? WTF?"

Chapter 111 Competition

Although a conflict between Quan Xing and "foreign friends" was taking place in the woods a few hundred meters away, this would not affect the progress of the competition at the main venue of the Luotian Grand Ceremony.

"Liu Ke, versus Liao Fan!"

"Please prepare to enter, both contestants."

As the Taoist priest in the center of the venue called out their names loudly, Liu Ke and Gao Yushan walked towards the corresponding venues.

As he got closer and closer to the contestant gate, Liu Ke couldn't stop shaking his body, and the expression on his face was like that of a WWE actor, with an extremely complex "palette".

Gao Yushan, who was standing next to him, saw this and patted his shoulder gently, asking softly, "Why are you so nervous?"

Liu Ke shook his head, rubbed his partially numb hands, and explained, "I'm not nervous..."

"If I had to say it, I was probably overly excited."

After saying that, he took a deep breath and walked into the contestant entrance gate alone.

……

The contestant passage was only about ten meters long. When Liu Ke walked through it, he felt a bit like an ancient Greek gladiator, and it was quite atmospheric.

When he entered the arena, he spotted Liao Fan from afar. The descendant of the Hundred Bird Spear, standing in the center of the arena, was holding a long waxwood spear with a linen-wrapped tip.

When both contestants looked at the referee, the Taoist priest from Longhu Mountain, they heard the young Taoist priest loudly chant:

"Liu Ke vs. Liao Fan, start!"

The call of "start" was drawn out, and when the two people in the field heard it, neither of them had any intention of attacking first. Instead, they observed each other before they took action.

After eight or nine breaths, Liao Fan laughed out loud and pulled the spear closer.

He removed the oil cloth wrapped around the gun head and threw it aside, revealing the brown wooden gun head.

Liu Ke and Liao Fan were 20 to 30 meters apart. They immediately recognized the quality of the spear tip and couldn't help asking, "What are you..."

Although he didn't finish his words, his meaning was clear. Liao Fan just smiled slightly after hearing it, and then he took the spear and swirled it, stirring up a cloud of flying sand and rocks.

"My spearmanship isn't very good, and using a real spear head could easily cause harm, so I simply used an ironwood spear head to avoid killing anyone."

what?

Liao Fan's words were quite loud, and not only Liu Ke, but also the people watching the game around heard it and couldn't help but talk about it.

"Let's start with a literary fight?"

Liu Ke curled his lips and looked at the other person's overconfident face. He always felt that Liao Fan was deliberately pretending to be cool.

Blinking a few times, Liu Ke wanted to say something harsh to boost his morale. However, after more than ten breaths, he had no idea and could not come up with anything.

Sighing, Liu Ke simply stretched out his right hand and hooked his palm forward repeatedly several times, signaling the other party to attack first.

Seeing this, Liao Fan chuckled and stopped holding the gun in horse stance. Instead, he shook the gun, shouted loudly, and suddenly rushed forward.

Sudden!