Chapter 40 Special Guests

Chapter 40 Special Guests

Two days passed in a flash.

All contestants are in place, living in their exclusive dormitories, waiting for the Battle of Zhuolu. Occasionally, I would see faces I had seen on the news in the lobby, chatting and laughing with senior government officials.

In order to avoid being noticed and thus ending up in a series of socially dead situations involving self-introductions, the four of them gathered in Qi Heng's dormitory from the beginning to formulate various plans.

"Die, Black Mist: Qiheng, open the door! We are here again! (Crayon Puppy knocking on the door.jpg)"

"Qi: I've wanted to ask from the beginning, why is it in my room?"

"Don't disturb me when I'm sleeping: I'm used to it."

"Meeting: I'm used to it."

"Die, Black Mist: I'm used to it!"

After turning off his cell phone, Qi Heng resigned himself to getting up and opening the door to avoid the next series of fatal knocks.

Soon, the three familiar people entered the dormitory one after another, found their seats and sat down.

Lin Muyu placed the plan in the center, Si Yuan brought breakfast, and Ye Yunhe helped carry the soy milk. A few people started discussing the next game while eating buns.

In two hours, the Battle of Zhuolu officially began, and the opponents had already been matched by the system.

I was lucky enough not to encounter a very difficult team in the first game, so the chances of promotion are very high.

The first three days are group battles, with two teams competing against each other. The winners can be promoted to the next competition and obtain corresponding points. The winning team will have a large number of points.

The last two days are team competitions. Teams that have reached the promotion ranking will participate together. This competition adopts an elimination system, and the champion will be determined according to the final number of points.

The stadium is located in an open and flat area. The platform has already been built and is surrounded by spectator seats. Special psychics will set up a protective shield to protect the safety of the crowd.

But this year's Battle of Zhuolu is destined not to be peaceful.

Ever since a person with special abilities disappeared two days ago, the government has taken out the semi-finished black fog detection device for use first, striving to produce it as quickly as possible to prevent the cult from making a comeback without their knowledge.

Fortunately, nothing happened in the past few days.

I just don't know if there will be too much water in this competition. After all, the union that knows about this matter will not bet on the safety of their own team. No matter how good the prize is, it is not as precious as a potential psychic.

“A little nervous.”

Si Yuan stared at the clock that kept moving forward and raised his hand to cover his rapidly beating heart.

"This is my first time participating in the Battle of Zhuolu, although it is very different from what I expected."

"take it easy."

Ye Yunhe glanced at him, his heart as calm as water.

"This competition is no different from the Hongmen Banquet, and the guards are several times more than before. If the cult can easily break through..."

"Let's just accept our fate."

She closed her eyes and leaned back in her chair peacefully.

Lin Muyu smiled, stopped imagining what would happen next, and joked, "That's true. Although the news of the missing psychic has been suppressed, the senior unions have heard some rumors. Maybe we don't need to suppress our strength on purpose."

"......"

After hearing this, Si Yu'an retracted his gaze, held his chin with his hand and looked like he was in deep thought. He felt that the restless heart in his chest was turned cold by the blow of reality, and all the tension was kicked away by the impending storm.

Suddenly, he realized that the owner of the room had not made any comments yet, so he turned around with a little confusion.

Qi Heng was staring at his phone, distracted, and no one knew what he was thinking about.

"Xiao Heng, what are you doing?"

Si Yuan asked following this posture, and after he finished speaking, seeing that the boy did not respond, he reached out and poked the other person lightly.

Qi Heng came back to his senses and his eyelashes blinked suddenly.

He turned off his phone and explained:

"I met the officer when I went out to buy food yesterday."

"Huh?" Ye Yunhe opened his eyes and subconsciously became alert, "Did he harass you?"

"That's not the case."

Qi Heng seemed amused by her words, and he curled his lips, shook his head and continued, "We just chatted for a few minutes. I saw that he had dark circles under his eyes, so I asked him if he had a lot of work recently."

"But the officer didn't answer. He just told me in a very secretive way that there would be a surprise on the day of the competition."

"surprise?"

Lin Muyu was a little surprised after hearing this. He thought about his superior's past behavior and felt that this surprise was probably not for the better.

"Well, I'm a little curious. I was just thinking about it."

Qi Heng nodded, shook the unfinished soy milk in his hand, and looked around at the expressions of the three people.

It seems that the protagonists are all disgusted by the so-called "surprise" of their superior.

He sipped the slightly cool soy milk leisurely, and mentally told Xiaoguang to take pictures of their rare expressions.

The light ball responded decisively.

——

The mobile phone received a reminder that the Battle of Zhuolu was about to begin.

The four of them walked side by side towards their destination, trying to find their own positions.

The competition begins with the well-known opening ceremony, where senior government officials will give speeches on stage, kick off the Fourth Battle of Zhuolu, and display the prizes.

There will be a special waiting area nearby, with corresponding areas designated for psychics to rest. In addition, medical staff will be on standby at all times to prevent some daredevils from fainting on the spot.

The auditorium was already full, and the crowd was cheering for the psychics who were protecting them.

In the fifth year of the apocalypse, people need proper entertainment to divert their attention. Immersing themselves in the fear of the world's destruction will only make the situation worse.

Therefore, the superpower team that won first place in previous years will attract everyone's attention, and the government or the corresponding trade union will publish the growth of the team and the number of copies cleared, telling people the abilities of the superpowers in order to appease the masses.

The four of them sat in their seats and looked at the platform.

With the arrival of a senior executive, the scene gradually quieted down, and all eyes were on the lady in a suit, waiting for her speech.

"Hello everyone, after a year, we meet again to witness the start of the fourth Battle of Zhuolu."

The older lady spoke with a smile, and her majestic aura gradually softened as she looked at the eagerly awaited audience.

"The world is now stable, the black fog has been effectively controlled, and the supernatural beings have become more mature and powerful. All of this is inseparable from everyone's efforts."

"And today, new superpowers will come here to show their strength and infinite potential. Regardless of victory or defeat, they are all warriors guarding the safe zone and deserve everyone's cheers and applause."

There was a timely pause, and thunderous applause broke out from the audience, dedicated to those brave and fearless people with special abilities.

"This battle of Zhuolu is slightly different from the previous ones."

"In order to improve the team's coordination and tacit understanding, we have removed the original single-player competition and changed it to a four-on-four group battle."

"And the winning team will receive the prize for being the winner."

The steady and powerful voice came through the microphone and reached everyone's ears.

The lady tilted her head slightly, and the audience followed her gaze to the area at the back where senior executives were watching the game.

"In addition, this year's first prize is different from previous years, with two prizes available."

"First, you can take any government item at will, regardless of rank."

At this point, she stretched out her hand, put her five fingers together and raised them upwards, and introduced to the audience in a shocking voice:

"And the second one is also presented by a special guest, which is unique so far—"

"A dagger that can cut through space and even enter and exit dungeons."

There was an uproar.

Whether it was the audience and psychics who were listening quietly, or the presidents in high positions, they all felt unbelievable after hearing the speech of the lady in the suit, and they immediately doubted their own ears.

What did she say?

A dagger that can cut through space to enter and exit the copy? ?

Is this a good thing that will be spit out by the system? ? ?

They were a beat slow to react to what had just been said, and they all looked in the direction the lady had pointed with blank expressions.

A young man sitting upright on a chair was waving and greeting them with a smile on his face, looking relaxed and comfortable.

He was dressed casually, had a handsome appearance, and had a unique temperament different from others, which made him particularly eye-catching among a row of people in formal attire.

On the long table, there was a closed glass box, inside which was placed an exquisitely sharp dagger, sunken in the center of the soft cushion.

Was it given by this young man? who is he?

The presidents of all parties almost couldn't control their expressions.

At the very beginning, some people noticed this unique young man. They were wondering how the newcomer could sit there, but they didn't expect that he was the real trump card and could give away the life-saving weapon.

The government would never joke about such a thing, they know it very well, and the system drops are designed to be anything but impossible.

Although this dagger only has one chance to be used.

But so what? Since the lady in the suit dared to say so, it proved that there was a 100% chance that this dagger could cut through space. You know, even the highest-level teleportation psychic could not provide 100% rescue.

Who wouldn’t want such a stable life-saving talisman? Even the psychics who had originally planned to take advantage of the situation had their eyes lit up and became restless.

"It's incredible that there are still such drops."

Ye Yunhe smacked his lips and felt that the atmosphere at the scene had changed. She looked at the young man who was being watched by thousands of people. He had a natural expression and a very strong mentality.

But in this case, those union members will not intend to give up the loose policy, right? Calm down, there is a cult out there waiting for you.

Suddenly realizing that his words had fallen to the ground, Ye Yunhe turned around and looked at his teammates in surprise.

Si Yu'an and Lin Muyu were all staring at the young man on the high place, their brows slightly furrowed, and their expressions were strangely consistent.

"?"

She looked at her teammates on the other side in disbelief.

This one is even more heavyweight.

Qi Heng was staring into space in a daze, blinking his eyelashes slowly, and it was obvious that he was in a trance. Even the supernatural props that caused everyone to exclaim, or the powerful speech of the lady on the stage, could not bring him back to his senses.

"......"

Ye Yunhe turned back in silence.

On the stage, the young man who was the focus of everyone's attention had already calmly picked up the microphone and, facing all kinds of gazes, delivered an official speech that was like a textbook.

——

In addition, there was another person who didn't fit in in the audience.

That was the long-lost president of the White Night Guild—Lin Du.

He mechanically repeated the action of pushing up his glasses, silently watching the contented young man high up.

How did this guy save the world and even reach the top of the government?

He even took out such a supernatural item as the prize for the winner. Where did this person get so many unique drops? There is a high possibility of a cult raid in this competition.

...As for whether daytime is voluntary? Is there any need to think about this?

Although they are only responsible for providing each other with information about copies and people with special abilities, they will still chat for a few minutes on the phone. In the process he came to understand more and more the evil of this man's character, and his feelings towards the young man's unfathomable depths deepened.

If someone said that Bai Zhou was a persimmon that was tough on the outside but soft on the inside and could be easily squeezed, President Lin would definitely be the first one to object with tears in his eyes.

Jin Nan next to him came over and asked him silently.

"President, why did our partner go to the government..."

“…”

"President, that dagger is simply a perfect amulet. Should our guild make an effort?"

“…”

"President, although..."

"Shut up."

"oh."

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