After Kyaero was carried away, Zhou Sisi pulled Wang Tong and asked, "What kind of tricks have you been teaching them all day?"
Wang Tong waved his hand and said innocently, "I didn't teach them anything like that. I only told them that no matter how strong they are, they would still have their weaknesses. The more dangerous the situation is, the more calm they should be. That's the key to victory. Good job, Kyaero," Wang Tong said righteously.
Zhou Sisi didn't believe it at all. Meanwhile, Karl, who was standing behind her, kept giving Qin Kun a thumbs up. He would be pissed if he let Qin Kun win the match. Furthermore, they couldn't fight under the stage, yet Kyaero was able to keep his cool even when he was obviously weaker than his opponent. Wang Tong must have taught him well.
Wang Tong had taught Hu Yangxuan, Kyaero, and the rest of the team to attack with all kinds of dirty tricks, because there were only two outcomes in a battle: either you get killed by your opponent, or you kill your opponent with dirty tricks. Otherwise, you could only lie on the ground and wait for others to pity you.
Even though Hu Yangxuan and Kyaero's dirty tricks failed miserably against Wang Tong, it didn't mean that they wouldn't work on others.
Wang Tong wasn't a man of justice, and he would be even scarier if Qin Kun decided to be a villain.
The students of Ayrlarng who were watching the tournament felt sorry for the loss of one of their contestants, but it was already unbelievable for the outsiders. Qin Kun was even more pitiful, as he had broken his middle leg. Although the medical treatment was pretty good, he would probably learn to be more obedient in the future.
Hu Yangxuan took some time to finish off his opponent, and he noticed that the Ivantian was very tough, and he was careful not to get hurt by a weaker opponent.
Battlecraft Combat was not harmful to one's body, but it was a completely different story in the METAL Tournament. Most of the contestants would have to fight with their wits and courage, and it would be great if they could win, but most of them were willing to take the next step.
Of course, only their own people would pay attention to their performances. The METAL Tournament was always full of stars, and this year's arena was full of stars. Patroclus and the rest of the contestants showed up one after another, and every arena was packed with people. They were definitely going to win the championship, but the crowd was still filled with enthusiasm, and they were eager to see the strength of the strong.
Not only were the children of these aristocratic families astonishingly powerful, but they also had the demeanor of a famous family. It took three generations to become aristocrats, but the five great aristocratic families had already experienced countless ups and downs. These young people's every movement revealed a unique temperament, which made people fascinated. It was no wonder that so many people flattered them.
After watching Kyaero, Wang Tong and the others caught up with Li Shiming's livestream. Li Shiming's performance was indeed impressive. Li Shiming's performance seemed to have completely understood the human way of life. Li Shiming's performance was no longer a performance, but an instinct.
Earthlings, Earthlings, and Martians all had their own unique philosophy of survival, and it was the same when it came to martial arts. Earthlings focused on the mentality, Moon dwellers focused on perfection, and Martians focused on power.
Li Shiming was also very popular on the moon. In this tournament, the Ivantians worshipped bloodlines, and the Martians worshipped strength. Li Shiming had all of these qualities. He was the descendant of the Li Family, the most powerful warrior of the younger generation. His temperament and demeanor were perfect, and there was no reason not to like him.
Both Earthlings and Ivantians believed that the final battle would be between Patroclus and Li Shiming. Of course, both sides had different opinions.
To everyone, this was a feast for the rich and powerful.
Of course, Lie Jian, the Sage, the Templar, and the Kaedeians still had a chance.
In the afternoon, it was Lie Jian's turn to fight. The Martians were more direct and straightforward, and Lie Jian defeated his opponent with a single punch. Of course, there could be danger in a sparring match, but it was still a sparring match, not a fight to the death. If someone intentionally caused the death of their opponent when there was a huge disparity in strength, they would be disqualified, and the matter would be investigated.
However, no one could control the outcome of a METAL Battle, so there would always be accidents in every METAL Battle. If there were no Zergs, this kind of competition would probably be banned, but because of the threat of the Zergs, people had tacitly accepted this possibility. After all, this was a battle, and people had to be prepared for danger at all times. Survival was the main theme of human development.
If Patroclus was elegant, and Li Shiming was calm, then Lie Jian would be a ruthless thug. Martians did not care about etiquette, and a fight was a fight. Of course, most of the earthlings and Martians did not like it, but it was in line with the Martians' temperament. Martians could not stand the tedious human way of doing things.
At three o 'clock in the afternoon, the mysterious young master of the Sect of Divine Masters, Michaux Odin, appeared on the stage.
Wang Tong and the rest of the team were also sitting in front of the monitor, watching the live stream. The tickets had already been snapped up by the Martians. The Sect of Deities was very popular on Mars, unlike Lie Jian, who was the future leader of the Martians. However, Michaux Odin was the spiritual leader of the Sect of Deities. Therefore, the Sect of Deities was very important on Mars.
For some reason, Michaux Odin broke the precedent of the Divine Master Sect not participating in the competition. Was this a form of cultivation?
Michaux's opponent was a Level Five fighter from an A-ranked military academy on Earth. Martians were superstitious about the Sect of Divine Masters, but Earthlings didn't.
Sarroux wasn't intimidated by his opponent's reputation. He knew that it would be a different story if he were to fight against Lie Jian, but he didn't want to fight against a guy who only knew how to pray to Buddha.
The Sect of Divine Masters was famous, but no one had ever heard that the young master of the Sect of Divine Masters was a powerful fighter. Sarroux knew that this was his chance. If he could defeat Michaux, he would become famous, and Boston's A-ranked military academy would be in the limelight because of him.
Every Level Five fighter had a chance to become a Level Five fighter, and the rest would depend on one's skills and experience.
Sarroux wasn't discouraged at all. He was more experienced than Michaux, and he wanted to show this arrogant kid that the outside world wasn't as simple as he thought.
The arena was crowded, and no one paid attention to the previous matches. Everyone was waiting for this one.
Sarroux raised the sword in his hand and swung it in the air. However, the Martians didn't show any mercy.
Sarroux remained unfazed, and he gestured to the Martians to shut up. Since he was already here, he didn't want to be distracted by such a small scene.
"This kid is full of confidence. Good, very good. Earthlings should have this kind of confidence. Let's see what happens next!" Karl squatted on the sofa and shouted.
The atmosphere was different when a group of people was watching a match together. Even though they weren't in the arena, the atmosphere wasn't that bad.
Both Wang Tong and Hu Yangxuan remained silent as they waited for Michaux to show up. Although Michaux didn't show up last time, his Soul Energy was probably the strongest among them. Hu Yangxuan knew that the Sect of Divine Masters was the only sect that could compete with the Templar in terms of Soul Energy. However, the Sect of Divine Masters was the only sect that had nothing to do with the Templar's Soul Energy. Everyone in the world came from the Templar, except for the Sect of Divine Masters.
The already noisy venue became even noisier because of Sarroux's provocation. People were anxious because they were waiting, and now they were on the verge of venting their anger. Martians' temperament was not good to begin with.
A skinny figure walked out of the arena. If you didn't know how influential the Sect of Divine Masters was on Mars, you would know now.
The Martians immediately quieted down. Then, everyone stood up and placed their hands on their chests in unison. This was the etiquette of the Sect of Divine Masters.
The sudden silence from the noisy and rude Martians was a little shocking, but Michaux did not do anything. He did not even say a word.
This was the influence of the young master of the Sect of Divine Masters.
Sarroux, who was initially full of confidence, was now a little suspicious … This kid was too godly. Everyone knew that the Sage Sect had a great influence, but the religious influence in the eyes of the Earthlings was different from the Martians. To the Martians, Mars could be destroyed, but the Sage Sect would exist forever.
Sarroux didn't dare to be careless. His opponent was a seeded player.
Sarroux prepared his sword and unleashed his Soul Energy. A Soul Energy of two hundred and thirty was indeed something to be proud of in an A-level military academy, so it was normal for him to be so confident.
Michaux was very quiet. Sarroux muttered to himself. Was this kid going to say that he didn't have a weapon? He put his hands together. Did he think that he wouldn't attack?
What the hell? He had encountered such a crazy guy in the first round. Did he think that everyone believed in the Sect of Divine Masters?
After observing for a while, Sarroux was sure that Michaux didn't intend to make the first move. He was full of flaws, so he didn't waste any more time. With a roar, he charged forward with all his might. His sword was aimed directly at Michaux's chest. He wanted to see if this mysterious guy could block his sword with his preaching!
Michaux's eyes were as calm as ever. He changed the position of his hands, as if he was forming a spell.
Break!
It was a crisp sound. It was neither loud nor soft, but Sarroux felt as if he had hit an iron plate. His head jerked back violently, and he fell to the ground.
He fainted.
Michaux, the young master of the Sect of Divine Masters, won!
The Martians weren't angry at all. They only became polite when they were praying. In front of the young master, they suddenly became civilized people. This was a natural result for the Martians. There was no need to be surprised, because anything was possible when facing Michaux.
The God of the Earth was the Blade Warrior, and the God of the Martians was the Sect of Divine Masters.
The Earthlings and Ivantians were stunned. What kind of trick was this???
The defense of a fifth-level warrior was nothing in front of Michaux Odin.
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