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Time passed by several days while eating, drinking and having fun.

In the early morning, water vapor from the Pacific Ocean enveloped the entire island.

Under the rising sun, there was little fog in the rain forest, with a faint red light.

Several brightly colored tropical birds were resting on the top of a huge steel building, leisurely combed their feathers wet by the dew.

"Wow!"

Suddenly, there were cheers from the crowd inside the building.

Several birds were so scared that they screamed, flapping their wings and flying high.

It turned out that early this morning, the rematch of the Global Youth Superpower Conference finally began!

At this time, the venue of the Youth Conference was once again filled with tens of thousands of spectators from all over the world. They sat in the viewing area in an orderly manner according to their nationality and organization. Three hundred contestants who successfully advanced to the rematch also gathered in the center of the venue according to their nationality and organization.

After three days of rest, the 300 advanced players were all refreshed and highly morale. Each of them stood in the field at their best, showing themselves, as well as the image of their country and organization to the world.

The crowd in the venue was in high spirits, flags were flying on the competition tables, and ribbons were flying.

The audience gathered in groups of three or five, cheering and cheering for the contestants they were optimistic about, or singing and cheering. Although the audience came from all over the world, and had different races and customs, no one would interfere with other people's behavior at this time.

After all, this is a festival that belongs to the global supernatural beings. It is a day worth unrestrained and full of joy.

"Beer, drink, mineral water, cigarette, melon seeds, eight treasure porridge, are there anything you need?"

A gentle and charming voice, like a sweet wind, blows through people's hearts.

The restless atmosphere at the venue became even more lively.

"Sir, to celebrate the start of the rematch, all products today enjoy a 20% discount, only one day."

It turned out that a bikini banshee who were diligently selling goods once again twisted her hot waist and walked into the audience.

The crowd of people watching the game was smiling. They were accompanied by these banshees in tight bikinis day and night in the qualifiers. If they weren't there, they would really feel that something was missing.

"Beauty, give me a Lao Ganma sandwich! Please give me more hot sauce!"

"Okay, do you need something else sir?"

"Hehehe, I'll give you a little fee!"

"Oh, I hate it, where are you putting your hands?"

"Hehehe..."

Similar joyful scenes were staged one after another. Super League President Emmons leaped helplessly, and suddenly felt a trace of fatigue floating in his heart.

Before these women's groups appeared, he was in a good mood.

What are the serious business these banshees do? The good competition is so messy.

But they are all Bao Caier's people. He, the president of the Super League and the organizer of the competition, cannot even take care of it.

My heart is so heart is so heartbroken.

Emmons took a deep breath and flew down from the rostrum. It was still important to do the important thing.

As he slowly flew into the field, the powerful aura emitted by the legendary S-level magician immediately attracted everyone's attention, and even the noise at the scene seemed to have decreased.

He was very satisfied with this effect.

He was so dignified that he raised his eyes and glanced at the three hundred advanced players lined up in front of him.

I found that the Son of Fire was standing honestly in the queue, without any extra actions, and my nervous heart also relaxed.

As long as this kid can be more stable, he will feel at ease.

"I will announce the rules of the rematch."

Emmons stood quietly above the players, and the power of the S-level powerhouse filled his seemingly plain voice in the ears of everyone on the scene.

"The next rematch will be based on rankings and two-way matches. The first place will face the last place, the second place will face the second to last place, and so on. In the next time, half of the players will be eliminated every day, and the final winner will be combined with ten half-step S-level seed players to form the top 32 of this conference!"

"call!"

As soon as Emmons finished speaking, there was a burst of exclamation from the crowd watching the game. The next game will be better, and half of it will be eliminated every day. This competition system is indeed fierce and cruel.

Even the 300 advanced players standing in the center of the venue, many of them had a serious look on their faces.

This two-team match system is indeed simple on the first day, but the further down the line, as the low-level players are eliminated, the opponents they face will become stronger and stronger, and the competition will become very fierce.

The crowd of people watching the game on the spot and the players who advanced were all in anxiety and tension, but the ten seed players sitting under their respective audiences did not feel any pressure on their faces.

The Super Super League from Super ShieldD is sitting in a comfortable special seat, reading the hero comics published by Midi. The desert emperor of the African Ancient Witch Alliance, Ganesus, wearing a golden mask, leaning halfway on the seat, enjoying the massage of two Egyptian maids.

Opposite them, Liu Bujie from the National Bureau of Fiatam, was drinking beer and wearing VR, happily enjoying foreign blockbusters. On the other side, Ah Pei Zongxiu, a seed player from Japan, tasted fragrant tea alone, and beautiful cherry blossoms fell from the sky and disappeared, and the scene was beautiful.

Obviously, these half-step S-level players did not take this rematch seriously.

In fact, it is no wonder that in the eyes of ordinary psychics, these half-step S-level players are legends that live by them, and they are all idols they admire.

If those psychics who can reach level A are dragons and phoenixes among millions of people, then these half-step S-level players are the prides of heaven among these people.

Think about it, among so many young psychics around the world, only these ten young people have reached the level of half-step S. They are destined to reach the peak in the future and then become important leaders of a certain organization with all their power.

Even if you call these ten half-step S-level seed players, it is not an exaggeration to say that the big wave of SS hidden in this conference.

"Please be quiet, I will announce another decision for the competition group next."

Emmons glanced around and was very satisfied with the momentum he showed and the reactions made by the audience. He continued to maintain this state and announced, "After the discussion of the competition group, Wang Yan, the first son of the flame in the qualifiers, will become the eleventh seed player and enter the second round of the rematch!"

There was no objection to this decision, whether the audience or the contestants, at the scene, after all, Wang Yan does have this strength.

Emmons narrowed his eyes and looked down at the field, thinking about his decision the night before yesterday, and was secretly proud.

He directly sent this kid to the top 32 and let him sit safely on the sidelines. He didn't believe that he could make any trouble.

Haha, it’s not bad, this method is easy to deal with and worry-free. He, the president of the Super League, is indeed in vain and very wise.

Seeing that there was no objection, Emmons nodded with satisfaction, turned around and was about to fly back to the rostrum.

At this moment, Wang Yan suddenly walked out of the queue and shouted.

"etc!"

Emmons suddenly twitched for no reason, and he almost fell from mid-air.

"Wang, Wang Yan, are you doing something?" Emmons immediately became nervous, his voice a little fainted.

I thought to myself, what tricks did this Son of Fire play? This kid is really out of his own way, and now he has no idea.

Wang Yan looked innocent and said, "I don't want to advance directly, I want to play the game."

puff!

Emmons almost vomited blood. It would be bad to advance directly? How could anyone have to work hard to play the game?

And this innocent expression is exactly the same as the expression when he kidnapped the spirit of the fire-born weapon and even cheated him of two holy artifacts!

"The competition group has decided that your strength has been recognized and you don't have to participate in the rematch that is screened at layers of screening." Emmons looked straight and tried hard to maintain his majesty.

"But I think I still need to be tempered." Wang Yan frowned, but still refused to give in.

"If you can't give you any training in the first round of the rematch, you can sit in the top 32 with peace of mind, and you will be able to train at that time." Emmons waved his hand, "Go to your special seat in the National Bureau of Africa and sit in peace of mind."

"What should I do if the reward for the first round of rematch?" Wang Yan looked to the side with a slanted look, and finally said what he was in his heart.

pain!

Emmons suddenly felt a pain in his heart and cursed, "This guy, I've taken away three treasures for you in one qualifier. I still want a reward now?"

It's so bad. This kid is so bad. He is even more greedy than Yan Zun back then!

"There is no reward for the first round of the rematch, so go there and sit there with peace of mind."

Emmons was so angry that he had no good way to do the other party, so he had to glar at Wang Yan, and then quickly announced the start of the first round of rematch, quickly staying away from the Son of Flame.

Wang Yan felt that he was really innocent. The request he made was obviously very reasonable. Of course, it would be fine if there was no reward.

With Wang Yan and the remaining players on the field withdrawing from the venue, the first game of the rematch began as scheduled.

"The first game consists of the Dark Saint Catherine, the last place in the qualifier, Kasami, the lightning player of the descendants of the Indian gods!"

With the announcement of host Sean, the audience cheered warmly again.

Amid the cheers of the crowd, the dark saint Catherine slowly walked onto the ring.

She was still dressed as an aristocratic daughter, holding a small black umbrella, with a noble and gentle manner, as if she was not here to participate in a duel on the ring, but also a leisurely walk.

Wang Yan knew that she had accepted the first embrace of the little master's wife, and she hadn't seen her while eating, drinking and having fun these days. She was a little worried about her and a little curious. Wang Yan had no idea how a human transformed into a blood clan.

In his opinion, the Dark Saint had almost no change. Of course, she should be the vampire Marquis now.

In addition to being a little weaker, the skin is a little whiter and tenderer, and um? The breath seems to be more restrained and deeper.

It seems that that "Holy Blood Heart" has helped her a lot.

Wang Yan suddenly looked forward to her future.
Chapter completed!