I, the god, recruit witches to make money

Fujiwara Ryugen said this with a somewhat helpless expression: "I hope Shiraishi-san can show mercy for now."

"Is there still such a distinction in Tianliu?"

Bai Shi was quite curious.

Fujiwara Ryugen nodded and said, "Wind, fire, thunder, water, and the flow of the sky represent the four major natural disasters.

However, those who practice the Heavenly Flow Thunder Killing Method cannot practice the Explosive Flame Warriors, as the attributes of the two spiritual pressures are incompatible. "

"Yeah, I understand. Don't worry, I'm just taking a look."

Shiraishi's answer made Fujiwara Ryugen smile bitterly, but he was helpless because he couldn't stop others from watching the game.

Alas, Bakuyan Wushuang probably can’t be saved. He originally planned to let the priest who practiced Tianliu·Honglei Shafa to fight, but his sister vetoed it. So he decided to let the most powerful priest of Ise Jingu lv.4 White Fighting to test the power of the powerful mecha.

After all, the grand strategy of developing another world cannot be easily advanced by just talking.

No one knows how many monsters there are in the other world, and how many lives will be lost to fill them.

It would undoubtedly be a good thing if there was someone who could die in place of the lower-level transcendents.

It was a very cruel thing for those soldiers.

There was a hint of depth in Fujiwara Ryugen's eyes.

Bai Shi thought he was worried that he might learn the Explosion Warrior, so he consoled him, "Don't be so nervous. I don't plan to recruit more miko. Three are enough for me to worry about."

"Yeah, that's really a pity."

Fujiwara Ryugen accidentally revealed a true word, and seeing the surprise on Shiraishi's face, he didn't know how to hide it. Suddenly, he saw an acquaintance walking towards here, and quickly put on a very enthusiastic attitude and said: "Mayumi-chan~ I'm here~"

The person who came had a cold face, long black hair tied up in a bun, a professional white-collar female suit, and slender legs wrapped in coffee-colored stockings. "Shut up, I don't know you, don't call me so intimately."

Mayumi Shido replied, her eyes seeming to glance inadvertently at Shiraishi who was sitting next to her, and she became more and more suspicious that this person had some kind of ulterior motive with Ise Jingu.

"Don't be so cold, sit here."

Fujiwara Ryugen patted his thigh.

Mayumi Shido did not sit down. The last time she sat at the same table with Shiraishi, the huge pressure made her lose more hair.

She is still young and doesn't want to go bald due to stress, so she chooses to move forward.

"Mayumi-chan is so cold~"

Fujiwara Ryugen's words did not shake Mayumi Shido's determination. She walked to an empty seat far away and sat down, watching them quietly.

Bai Shi was a little surprised and asked, "What type do you like?"

"Haha, rather than love, the relationship between Mayumi-chan and I is more like that of a parolee and a police officer. We are destined to be entangled with each other for the rest of our lives."

Fujiwara Ryugen answered in a light tone.

Bai Shi asked curiously, "Parolee...did you do anything?"

"Well, I was young and frivolous, and someone pulled me into a beautiful dream. I thought I could change the world and it would last forever."

A trace of nostalgia appeared on Fujiwara Ryugen's face, and he smiled: "Then the adults slapped me in the face, and when I woke up from the dream, I brushed off the dirt on my body and continued to live my life with a smile on my face."

Bai Shi didn't ask what the dream was about. The expression on the other person's face was a smile, which gave him the feeling that he would cry in the next second. "Do you know who will participate in this competition?"

Fujiwara Ryugen followed up on his topic and said, "The contestants this time are not simple."

……

Players lounge.

The competition did not provide each person with a dedicated room. Everyone shared a large lounge with private lockers.

Kiryuin Miya was brought here by the staff. She looked around with her almond-shaped eyes. The atmosphere in the lounge was not as lively as outside. It was very silent.

Everyone is making their own preparations before the game.

She glanced over and saw a familiar baby face, and quickly raised her hand and said, "Hello~ Miyazaki, you are here as expected."

Miyazaki Takeshi turned his head and said with a smile on his face: "Gui Longyuan, I knew I would meet you. I haven't seen you for a while, and your strength has improved again."

"You too." Guilongyuan Meisai replied with a smile, and when she got closer, she whispered: "The people here look so strong."

Miyazaki Takeshi burst out laughing and said, "It doesn't matter whether you speak in a low voice or not. At this level, everyone can hear it, except for that one person."

Guilongyuan Meisai glanced at the exception he mentioned. It was a foreigner who was doing warm-up exercises. He had blond hair and a thin face full of indifference. He ignored other people's gazes and did push-ups with his hands.

The upper body does not look strong, and the marks of the ribs are clearly exposed.

"Jack Wilson, an officer in the Marine Corps, with a powerful mecha on his waist."

ps: Thanks to Juejiyuan for the reward.

Chapter 132 The atmosphere group is very important

One hundred and twenty-six, one hundred and twenty-seven, one hundred and twenty-eight...

Jack Wilson silently counted the number of push-ups in his mind. He did not give up physical exercise just because he got the powerful mecha.

The powerful mecha claims to be harmless to the body, but looking at his bony upper body, you can understand how ridiculous that statement is.

The food in the Marine Corps is not enough to make people starve to death.

Before he participated in the experiment, his muscular body could attract a lot of attention when he went to the gym.

After participating in the experiment, my body became thinner and thinner.

Jack didn't care, his heart died six years ago.

The sacrifices made by the high priests in Texas are, to most people, just a series of numbers of victims.

For Jack, his world was completely buried that day.

He lost his relatives and loved ones, and roared like a mad dog in the rain. After venting his inner pain, the flame of revenge burned in his heart.

It is impossible for a mortal to take revenge on the high priest.

He participated in military experiments and relied on his will for revenge to survive step by step until now.

It doesn’t matter whether you are a human or a ghost.

He only wanted the power to take revenge on the high priest.

The staff walked into the lounge and said, "Dear contestants, it's almost time to go on stage. Please follow me."

Jack stopped doing push-ups, stood up from the ground, wiped the sweat off his face with a towel, and then put on his military uniform to avoid exposing his upper body to the public.

Powerful mechas must not have any side effects in order to be accepted by the public.

……

Outside the ring, Bai Shi saw that the lights in the front seats suddenly went out. From the back to the front, darkness slowly spread here, and finally even the lights in the front row went out, leaving only the lights illuminating the ring.

"Oh, what a great atmosphere." Bai Shi said excitedly.

I usually watch such big scenes on TV, but this is the first time I’ve been there in person.

He finally understood why some people would spend money to buy tickets instead of watching on TV at home.

It’s not that they have more money, but in terms of visual impact, the two are not on the same level.

Bang, bang, bang. Colorful smoke rose from the ring. Accompanied by an exciting melody, the host said loudly: "Ladies and gentlemen, the much-anticipated K-One Hakuto Competition is about to begin. Please welcome our contestants with warm applause!"

A thunderous roar followed, and people's cheers were even louder than the applause.

The players enter from the left and right player entrances.

Bai Shi followed and clapped vigorously, "Come on! Gui Long Yuan!"

Although he didn't intend to win the championship, he still hoped that Guilongyuan Meisai could last longer, at least until the third round?

The colorful smoke made it difficult to see the contestants' appearance.

The image on the big screen changed with the host's voice, "First, let me introduce Sergeant Jack Wilson, an elite Marine Corps man who carries the power of technology!

Can his powerful mecha really defeat Chaofan and win the championship of this competition?"

"Jack! Jack!" a group of people shouted.

Bai Shi wondered, "Does he have so many fans?"

"Half of them are fans and atmosphere crew, and half are gamblers who bet on him."

Fujiwara Ryugen shrugged his shoulders. In a fighting competition like this, gambling is inevitable.

Those who expect to get rich overnight often end up on the streets.

In gambling, only the dealer can win for sure.

"Next is the heroine from Sensoji Temple, named Soul Hunter. She has a small round head and a petite body, but she has great power. Her Vajra Palm is the signature move of Sensoji Temple, and its power is extraordinary."

"Haha."

Bai Shi couldn't help laughing. The host was indeed a professional. If he had read the lines, he would have been so embarrassed that he would have locked his legs.

"Contestant number three is Ise Jingu..."

Every time the host introduces a person, the screen will show that person's appearance, followed by an animated fighting clip to illustrate the power of the technique.

After all, if it’s a real fight, the audience probably won’t be able to see the combos clearly, and can only make up for it with animated shorts.

Shiraishi also understood that the organizer had asked in advance what the name of the white-collar work was for, which was to be used to edit an animated short film.

As for why it was made up, no one wants to tell others their own Baida moves before they have even performed them.

The host introduced the contestants in order based on the popularity of their forces. An unknown force like Nohara Shrine would naturally be introduced last.

"Contestant number 22 is from Nohara Shrine, a hunter named Soul Hunter, and a boxer named Demon Gou. His skill in white fighting is Shunbiao!"

Guilongyuan Meiya put her hands on her hips, looking very arrogant.

She was greeted by silence.

The forces that appeared earlier all had names and reputations, and at least there was an atmosphere group there to applaud and boost everyone's emotions.

Nohara Shrine has nothing to do with either, which makes the huge Tokyo Dome calm down.

"come on!"

Shiraishi was there clapping and cheering loudly.

When Guilongyuan Meiya heard the encouragement, she no longer panicked and didn't care whether others applauded or not.

It was enough for her to have Shiraishi-kun's support. She couldn't bring shame to Nohara Shrine. She continued to put her hands on her hips and showed no signs of weakening her momentum.

"All the players have been introduced. Next up is the order of the matches for this tournament. There will be no human intervention, and all matches will be randomly matched by computers."

The big screen rotated, and when it stopped, today's match list appeared.

Shiraishi discovered that Kiryuin Misae was arranged to play in the second game, and her opponent was the little bun-headed girl Kongmei from Sensō-ji Temple. He felt a pang in his heart, thinking that she might be eliminated in the first round.

It's not that Kongmei's spiritual pressure is far superior to that of Kiryuin Miya, but that the Buddhist white fighting and secret techniques are of the same virtue and do not contain murderous intent. Monks emphasize compassion.

Killing can be said to be a form of salvation.

If she had no ill intentions, Kiryuin Misae's natural beast-like instinct would not work.

Bai Shi frowned slightly. When the strength difference is not big, any extra point may lead to victory.

He was worried that the competition was still going on.

……

"The first match is Jack Wilson vs. Tusk of the Savage Elephant."

The host's voice was passionate, and colorful smoke rose again. The contestants who were not going to appear left the stage one after another, leaving only two people.

Miyazaki Takeshi twisted his neck and said, "From the moment we met, I realized that the belt was very dangerous. I'm really looking forward to it."

As soon as your foot touches the ground.

He clenched his right fist forward, and flexed his left hand like a spring in front of his chest, assuming the defensive stance of the Barbarian Elephant Fist. "Come on!"

"Hmm," Jack placed his hand on the core containing the monster's flesh and blood. The black current instantly spread from the core to the upper and lower parts of the body, condensing into a pitch-black armor.

The joints not covered by the armor were covered with bloody muscles, and there were blades protruding from the elbows.

His head was covered in armor in the shape of a racing driver's helmet, with sharp teeth made of white blades where his mouth used to be, and his eyes were scarlet.

Miyazaki Takeshi instinctively broke out in a cold sweat and immediately realized that the opponent was stronger than he thought. He became eager to try, as he was never afraid of a strong enemy.