Half a year passed in the blink of an eye. Ye Zi and Tong Tong had a good relationship. One of them was idle all day long and Ye Zi had no use for any missions. She could only run between the capital and the grassland.
Tongtong is very busy; she has many personal engagements and her studio also has a lot of work to do.
Siqin and Ye Qingshan still live on the grassland. Their pasture has expanded, their cattle and sheep livestock have doubled, and they have found a suitable shepherd.
Everything was going well, but then a call came from the gates of hell, telling Ye Zi to prepare for a mission.
Ye Zi arrived at the gates of hell immediately, and Wu Dongheng was also there.
When Ye Zi saw Wu Dongheng, she knew what his task was: the competition.
Sure enough, Wu Dongheng took out a folder, and the four big words on the cover made Ye Zi a little irritated.
It's still wilderness survival, the competition starts on the first day of the Lunar New Year, and the departure time is the same, on Lunar New Year's Eve.
Ye Zi said angrily:
"These guys did it on purpose, didn't they? They killed so many that only one survivor was left. Didn't they give him some time to rest and recuperate? They're just rushing to their deaths."
Wu Dongheng said with a helpless expression:
"Our people have sent word that James has contacted several countries that are unwilling to continue participating. He is providing the stakes and manpower, while the other countries are only providing their names."
Ye Zi certainly knew who James was; after all, she had participated in a competition once and could still remember the names and faces of the team leaders from several major countries.
"So, they've now upgraded their lineup and are planning to encircle and annihilate me?"
"That's right. After Steve's injury fully healed, he hasn't made any public appearances. There are reports that he's been training."
Moreover, over the course of the year, they gathered even more top competitors, resolved the quota issue, and then launched this competition.
"Any other news?" Ye Zi asked casually, tossing down the folder.
"The Japanese sent several ninjas led by their so-called God of Ninjas."
John Bull sent a professional assassin from the Assassin's Guild.
The Gallic people sent cuirassiers, but they did not have warhorses, and the cuirassiers were modified to be more suitable for infantry combat.
South Korea sent five sword masters.
That's it?
"We don't know what other forces will send to participate yet; this is all the information our people have provided."
Ye Zi was speechless. What the hell was this? Each one was more famous than the last.
"So, these people will still be led by Steve?"
"That should be the case. Steve was in charge of the previous matches, and no one has ever been better than him."
"If it weren't for your sudden appearance last time, they probably would have won again."
Wu Dongheng was telling the truth. Although Ye Zi had demonstrated his strength online, there was no evidence to prove that he had joined the Ghost Gate.
Even so, Steve still appeared in the game, indicating that they had concerns about this.
Previously, they would surround and eliminate other contestants at the Gate of Hell, but under such encirclement and suppression, the others did not achieve victory.
So in the last competition, neither the Japanese Ninja God nor the Korean Sword Saint participated, and the other players from John Bull and the French weren't the strongest either. Anyway, they would all lose to Steve in the end, which was embarrassing enough.
I never expected that Steve would also lose to Ye Zi.
As for why these people aren't famous on the internet, it's mainly because some of them are really bad, like the Korean swordsman, who's utterly useless.
For some, being a professional assassin means that concealing themselves is far more important than revealing themselves.
Others are excluded because their professions have long since disappeared and are rarely used, such as cuirassiers.
It's only because the Japanese like to show off their military strength that a so-called "God of Ninjas" made the list.
Moreover, as a foster son, the White Eagle wouldn't let the Japanese suffer too humiliating a defeat, and it wouldn't be stingy when it came to giving them benefits.
"I just got married, and I have to spend our first New Year apart from my wife, this is unbelievable..."
Listening to Ye Zi's complaints, Wu Dongheng said helplessly:
"That's what I wanted to say too. After Steve and Tu Fu were both severely injured, the competition was not held the following year because they couldn't think of a way to counter Tu Fu."
However, Tu Fu's abilities were limited, and even with his desperate efforts, he could only maintain a stalemate with Steve.
But in recent years, as Steve has adapted to his body and worked so hard to become stronger, Tu Fu is no longer a match for him.
It's the same as Steve getting married and participating in a competition at the Bai family's house during the Chinese New Year.
Therefore, I deduce that this is a tactic to test our mentality. The original intention of participating in the competition during the Chinese New Year was to test our mentality, and now you are still a newlywed.
Negative emotions lower one's IQ and increase mistakes in combat; this, in turn, significantly increases the chances of being defeated.
Ye Zi thought of what Wu Dongheng said. Otherwise, it would be wiser to spend more time gathering more experts, rather than rushing things.
Ye Zi smiled dismissively, and then said:
"In the face of absolute strength, these little tricks are not worth mentioning."
"If you need anything for this competition, hurry up and let me know. Dali and his two companions, the Wu brothers, Xiao Touming, and Tu Fu can all assist you," Meng Jie interjected, reminding them.
"No need, I can handle it myself. Let them stay home for the New Year."
“Okay, Xiao Touming and Tu Fu have no family, so they will act as guards. This time, the three of you will go with Lao Wu on this mission.”
Ye Zi nodded, and Sister Meng continued:
"What about weapons and equipment? What are the requirements?"
"I have weapons, but forget about the armor; those things won't help me at all," Ye Zi replied casually.
In the last competition, the weapons and armor were scattered and thrown into the supply pile, making them very difficult to find. Moreover, their defensive capabilities were not as good as his own body, so he simply stopped bringing them.
"Okay, but I've prepared a flying fish outfit for you," Sister Meng replied with a smile.
"Flying fish suit? Is it necessary?" Ye Zi asked doubtfully.
"Of course, Zheng He made seven voyages to the Western Seas and brought back a lot of things. He was respected wherever he went. Since you don't like armor, then wear this outfit that everyone will respect to participate in the competition."
Let them experience why their ancestors would give them face hundreds of years ago.
Ye Zi and Lao Wu gave a thumbs up. Sure enough, becoming a master only requires one direction. When it comes to mindset, Sister Meng is no slouch either.
"How about I join in and help you clear out the fodder?" the nobody suddenly blurted out.
"No need, there aren't enough people for me to kill."
The nobody nodded and stopped talking.
Wu Dongheng continued:
"I killed several Japanese ninjas directly. Their swordsmanship is different from ours. We emphasize killing with one blow, while they believe that any damage to the enemy is an effective attack."
"Short in stature, but very agile, and a bit troublesome."
"It's a small matter. The Japanese have the right to be killed first. We have to kill them regardless of others, otherwise it will affect our mood."
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