Zhang Mi instinctively scrolled down the menu and realized that this kid had quite a lot of experience. The survivor of Norton, the leader of Ayrlarng to defeat Bernabeu, then Capth, the champion of Battlecraft Combat, and now he was participating in the METAL tournament.
Zhang Mi's eighth sense, which she considered to be a genius reporter, exploded. Although her editor-in-chief called her a rookie's intuition, Zhang Mi firmly believed that she was born to be a reporter. She was extraordinarily sensitive to gossip. As a girl who grew up reading entertainment gossip, she believed in her intuition … even though her intuition always ended in failure.
The S Society?
What's that?
She seemed to have heard of it before, but it wasn't very famous. It seemed to be a learning organization between low-level academies. Obviously, there was no hope of interviewing the big names. She had to produce something to report. Zhang Mi decided to prepare the information first and see if there was a chance to dig deeper.
The group of young people seemed to have a lot of topics to talk about, and they hadn't seen each other for a long time. About an hour later, the third batch of a hundred contestants appeared, and there were even more people this time. Apparently, they had recognized Wang Tong, the president of the S Society, and started to gather around him.
This time, Zhang Mi felt something was not right. Was this kid some big shot or something?
He didn't look like one at all.
Zhang Mi didn't say anything, she just stared at Wang Tong from afar. As a qualified reporter, one must have the patience of a cat. Was a cat that patient?
More and more contestants were eliminated as the tournament went on, and more and more people arrived. Although most of them were eliminated, they were members of the S Society. Although they didn't contribute much after joining the society, they had benefited a lot from it. Therefore, everyone wanted to thank the founders of the S Society in person, and soon, the hall was filled with people.
Some of the contestants who had advanced to the next round were puzzled as they saw a group of people thanking a student of Ayrlarng. Many of them didn't even give a damn about them, so why would they show their respect to this kid?
Why would they show respect to you just because you were born in a good family? Obviously not. Every contestant in the hall had their own dreams, and they wouldn't be inferior to anyone just because of their family background.
Obviously, every contestant in the hall had their own dreams, and they wouldn't be inferior to anyone just because of their family background. In the arena, everything would be determined by one's strength.
At the end of the day, Kyaero of Ayrlarng had finally made it to the next round. It was not easy for him to advance to the next round, and he had given his all after being tortured by Wang Tong and Hu Yangxuan. Although the others had failed, it was still within expectations, and Sirius and the others weren't too disappointed. Ayrlarng's rise was a bit late for them, and all of them were talented. If they had given their all from the very beginning, they would have been much stronger than they were now.
The big screen began to announce the official list of participants. The Earth Federation did not make a big fuss, probably because they did not want any internal friction. If they exposed too much in the internal competition, it would not be beneficial for the official competition on the Moon in the future.
It was the same for the Moon, but the way they tested the contestants was different. They tested the contestants' basic stats, such as their Soul Energy, maximum GN Force, speed, and so on. The second round was the virtual reality combat test, but it was also a target selection instead of a battle between contestants.
Led by Patroclus, the Ivantians were determined to win the tournament, especially since the finals would be held in the great Sky Arena. It was an irresistible temptation for the Ivantians.
The Martians did not care about such things. Their qualifiers were conducted entirely through actual combat. The Martians liked hand-to-hand combat and liked to win fair and square. They hated the hypocritical practices of the Earthlings and the Moon people the most. They had to hold back for everything. That would make humans weaker.
Lie Jian, Michaux, and Heidi had made the Martian Confederation stronger than ever. The Martians were determined to win in the Ivantians' territory, and they wanted to tell them that the reign of the people from Earth and the Moon was over.
Over the next two days, the qualifiers of the METAL tournament had ended, and the younger generation of the Human Alliance would arrive at the Moon within the next ten days. The Moon was ready to welcome these elites.
However, the METAL tournament wasn't the only thing that attracted people's attention. Einherjar Wannabe and Thunder Drum King were about to clash with each other in PA.
Ever since the Blade Warrior left, no one had been able to bring hope to the real world. No matter who it was, they were all defeated by the powerful reality.
Three hundred years later, under the absolute rule of the strong and the weak, there was finally a man who could break the reality and bring endless dreams to the people — Einherjar Wannabe.
After Einherjar Wannabe had dominated the younger generation, he had to face a stronger challenge from the real world. This time, his opponent wasn't someone of his age, but someone who had been famous for a long time.
Thunder Drum King Zabunta was one of the Top Ten Martians. This was going to be a battle where Mars collided with Earth. After the fruitless battle with Prince Lie, Einherjar Wannabe decided to challenge a higher level, and it turned out that ordinary Level Six Fighters were no match for him.
However, at this stage of the tournament, a group of people who worshipped Einherjar Wannabe had appeared, and most of them were Einherjar Wannabe's loyal fans.
After the qualifiers were over, Wang Tong was able to enjoy the battle between Einherjar Wannabe and Zabunta. For a fighter, a battle like this was an art, and Einherjar Wannabe's existence had made it possible. Many people were impressed by Zabunta's courage, and Einherjar Wannabe's willingness to fight had won the support of many people.
Zabunta was ready. Although he didn't want to play house with a seventeen year old kid, since he was going to fight Einherjar Wannabe, and since his opponent was indeed interesting, he might as well teach this arrogant kid a lesson.
PA had prepared a Thunder Drum Defense for Zabunta, and it would be able to unleash Zabunta's full strength. Zabunta didn't comment on it, because he didn't want to use it, and he didn't want to show off his skills in a virtual world created by the Earthlings.
The arena was already crowded, and everyone's enthusiasm was ignited. What would a mysterious seventeen year old kid bring to them?
The Thunder Drum Defense was one of the Top Ten Martian Tactics, and it was worth the ticket price to witness it.
Before the match, Wang Tong had signed a secret agreement with PA on behalf of Einherjar Wannabe. Wang Tong would receive ten percent of the profits from the match as an appearance fee. He had been through a lot, and he knew how troublesome it was to be poor. For example, it was hard to deliver a gift for Big Head, and he knew that he couldn't just rely on dancing to earn money in the future.
Wang Tong had indeed underestimated the power of money. Perhaps life could teach one a lot of lessons, and Wang Tong was growing up bit by bit. Of course, he would use the money to do what he needed instead of changing his lifestyle, and he was very satisfied with his current situation.
Wang Tong was not an idiot, and he knew that the price he was asking for was a bit too much. However, Charcoal's accurate analysis told him that Einherjar Wannabe's influence was definitely worth the price. Charcoal would be able to handle all the issues regarding the account, but he didn't expect Charcoal to have a financial management function, and it wouldn't be a problem for him to track the account number. After Charcoal had gone through a few procedures, it would be very difficult for anyone to find out who the real beneficiary was.
Wang Tong had finally earned his first bucket of gold, and he was now Mr. Wu Zhangkong's manager. Of course, Mr. Wu Zhangkong didn't need to spend any money, but as a friend, Wang Tong was willing to sacrifice some money to keep Mr. Wu Zhangkong's account safe.
Einherjar Wannabe had been through the excitement of his first match, and he was much calmer this time. Moreover, his opponent was much more interesting than the previous one, and this one was more than enough to pique his interest.
Einherjar Wannabe waited for five minutes, and Zambrotta finally showed up. Of course, he didn't get to fight for free, and PA had to pay for his appearance fee.
Masters needed to make a living, and the northwest wind wouldn't make them look cooler, it would only make them thinner.
The big shots would always arrive later. Zambrotta finally appeared amidst the clamor. He was dressed in black with a thunder war drum embroidered in the middle. All of Zambrotta's disciples lined up to watch the battle on Mars, cheering for their hall master.
They didn't care about the background of the newbie Einherjar Wannabe. Everyone cheered when Zambrotta showed up, and they only wanted to see their Hall Master kill the newbie.
On the other hand, Einherjar Wannabe was getting impatient. He would've killed Zambrotta if he was still his old self, and he couldn't believe how arrogant this newbie was.
Suddenly, Einherjar Wannabe calmed down. His anxiety was gone, as if he had just recalled something. He had to admit that Zambrotta's strength was indeed strong, and he felt a sense of familiarity with him. However, when Einherjar Wannabe tried to get closer to the truth, he found himself getting further and further away.
Zambrotta looked at his opponent who didn't even look at him, and the contempt he had for Einherjar Wannabe was gone, and his face darkened.
Zambrotta slowly took out his drumsticks, and his every movement was rhythmic. The match had already begun, but he didn't dare to attack!
Something's not right, this feeling … this is even more intense than when he fought Lie Jingtian. Although Einherjar Wannabe didn't move, he was already in control of the situation, as if his every move was under Einherjar Wannabe's control.
The audience was also whispering to each other, not knowing what was going on. Einherjar Wannabe seemed to be in a dilemma, and on the other hand, Zambrotta looked as if he was about to face a formidable enemy.
A dramatic scene appeared on the scene.
Since Einherjar Wannabe didn't move, Zambrotta didn't move either. The atmosphere was stagnant, but no one said anything, as no one had ever seen a battle of this level before. Perhaps this was how battles between top masters were like.
Finally, Einherjar Wannabe let out a long sigh, and finally locked his gaze on Zambrotta. He knew that Zambrotta had sensed it when he was distracted.
"I haven't listened to the drums for a long time, I'll give it a try," Einherjar Wannabe said calmly, as if he was giving his opponent a chance to show off.
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