Mystery Makes Me Strong

While everyone was waiting, the day of the finals finally arrived.

More than 1,000 applicants for the individual competition were able to win six games, and only 78 entered the finals.

The method of the finals is a single round-robin system, with two teams playing against each other. The winner will automatically enter the next round, and this will continue until the last place is determined.

Most people are still evenly matched, winning or losing is only a matter of thought.

Casualties almost occurred in the middle of the accident, but fortunately, the timely rescue did not cause a disaster.

The long preliminaries, for ordinary people, is a popular meeting of aliens.

There are those who admire, and there are more people who hate, but no matter what kind, we have to admit that in the future era, aliens will be the real protagonists.

Those group arena matches, those strange abilities, and the scenes that were completely different from the competitions in the modern battlefield all made people dazzled.

Contrary to what many people imagine, most of the winning streaks are not exciting, unlike boxing and fighting, where losers often lose inexplicably.

Only the winner knows why the loser lost, and others can only see the loser collapse and exit.

Streak victors like Wen Rensheng and Xu Yunshuang, not very high-level aliens, can't see the way these people win.

Therefore, fights like McCann's super fighters are more attractive to many ordinary people, because they can see, have big fists, great strength, and fast speed, and they can knock down their opponents with one punch.

Of course, in the eyes of other people, it is dismissive.

"That super soldier must be the first finalist to be eliminated. No matter how powerful and fast he is, can he still be as powerful as a missile?"

"Yeah, only the bravery of blood, watching the scene is very lively, how to deal with those weird abilities. He can deal with a few weak priests, but the other finalists are not something he can easily deal with."

"Guess everyone, who can make it into the top ten and who can win the championship?"

"I am optimistic about that big star, so handsome, he looks like a champion!"

"Upstairs is boring, can your face be eaten?"

"Isn't this nonsense? How many people earn tens of millions a year with just one face?"

"It seems that some alien species only look at their faces. For example, there are two students in my class with similar qualities, but it is the more handsome one who activates the alien species..."

"屮..."

The venue of the final was changed, and it was in another big venue.

The venue is newly built, similar to the Colosseum in ancient Rome, anyway, Dongzhou is rich and willful.

There are auditoriums all around, and the final venue is below.

The final venue is much larger than the preliminaries, with a full ten acres of open space.

At such a distance, the audience obviously can't see anything, so they can only look down with a telescope.

Before the finals, the inspectorate and the local navy acted as organizers and selected people to speak.

In the venue, a high platform was erected, which was only slightly lower than the auditorium.

"Everyone in the audience, welcome to the final venue of the Xenomorph Conference..."

The hosts, a man and a woman, were speaking their lines when suddenly there was a thick fog in the venue!

"Ah, what's the situation?"

It was not the audience who screamed first, but the people who ate melons online.

"What's going on, is this a performance before the final?" Someone was still confused.

However, as the mist turned red and turned into a blood mist, everyone knew that something was wrong.

"It's okay, it's okay, I don't have the money to go to the scene to see it, but I escaped a disaster."

"What's the situation? It doesn't seem to be a detailed omen."

"I seem to have seen these blood mist somewhere. By the way, I remember someone sent me a distress letter with these things on it."

"Send it to you? Who are you?"

"It's hard to say, it's hard to say, I'm just a little alien, and I'm a little famous."

There was a lot of discussion on the Internet, but everyone at the scene fell into chaos.

Of course, the spectators were the ones who were confused. They didn't expect to encounter such a desperate situation after just watching a game?

The blood mist quickly enveloped the crowd, and in an instant, the huge final venue was wrapped in it.

When the audience on the Internet saw the blood mist dissipate, they found that everyone had disappeared!

Spectators, contestants, hosts, security guards... Only an empty competition field was left!

"How is this going?"

"The god is hidden?"

"No way, such a big game, such a big attention, will have such strange things, it seems that my hole should be dug deeper."

"Fool, this is not a mushroom war. What's the use of digging deep holes? Don't you know that ghosts like to appear in holes?"

"Then what do you say? Should I build a shack in the bar or on the square?"

"Well, that's right, a lively place is always safer."

"Yeah, didn't you see that the small fish and the antelope are in groups? It's easy to escape when they are killed."

…………

The melon-eaters outside were commenting leisurely, just like watching the Spring Festival Gala.

But the finalists and final audience who were hidden by the gods, at this moment, the feeling is absolutely uncomfortable.

At this moment, Wen Rensheng was scanning his surroundings.

With the blood fog together, he felt a sense of familiarity.

This sense of familiarity is nothing but the feeling he had when he entered that fragmented world last time.

Could it be that the catastrophes concocted a second fragmented world so quickly?

Wen Rensheng was a little surprised, but not surprised.

This is like in the World War II in the previous life, when we were all soldiers, some people couldn't eat grass, and some people even got tired of eating meat.

Surrounded by a piece of wilderness, the ground is full of various bloodstains, faintly mixed with white bones and corrupt corpses.

Occasionally, some mice came out of the weeds.

"Teacher, what should we do now?"

When he was watching, Wang Wenwen beside him asked.

Zhao Han, on the other hand, closed his eyes and seemed to be muttering to himself, probably predicting something.

At this time, he was surrounded by only four people who participated in the team competition, Lao Wu and Wu Shanshan, Wang Wenwen and Zhao Han.

His father and mother were both in the auditorium just now, and they disappeared for the time being.

However, Wen Rensheng is not flustered, because the heterogeneous connection between them is still very stable, and information can be transmitted at any time.

This is thanks to his exhaustive strategy, and he has prepared the heterogeneous resonance in advance, so that he can be prepared for any danger, so that he will not regret it later when things come to an end.

"Don't act rashly, first check and understand the surrounding situation before you speak." He said casually.

The surrounding scene made him a little inexplicably familiar.

The bloody wasteland, corrupt corpses, and rats, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a place for a game scene.

Diablo God.

That's right, for veterans, this is a game of picking up junk. After playing it, the biggest gameplay is to brush the three big bosses every day and pick up the junk they burst out.

Those disaster lords are really in the mood.

What is the danger in such a place?

Wen Rensheng thought to himself that neither rotting corpses nor rats could pose a threat.

It may be a great threat to those viewers, but to him, it is a free gift.

The same is true for ordinary aliens.

Just as he was thinking about it, Zhao Han suddenly opened his eyes, and said with horror on his face: "Teacher, I saw a pool of blood, and those audiences, who were standing next to the pool of blood, were tied up on shelves one by one, and many of them were wearing black clothes. The maid, holding a sickle, seems to be bleeding them..."

Countess of Blood?

Wen Rensheng thought about it, and then asked a few people: "Do you play games?"

"Not playing."

"Playing games is playing with things and losing one's ambition." Wu Shanshan said disdainfully.

"Yeah, what's so interesting about games, I'm too busy with business." Wu Liansong nodded.

"Playing games can sometimes save lives." Wen Rensheng said quietly.

Unexpectedly, these guys are all high-level and interesting people...