Since yesterday afternoon, Tianjing's villa district had rejected all visitors, reporters, and the media. This had led to widespread rumours that the entire squadron was currently preparing a secret strategy or weapon to deal with Vasilyevich.
However, in reality, every single member of the Tianjing squadron was doing their own thing. There weren't any special strategies being used, as everyone was making use of this CHF to improve themselves. Wang Zhong, Scarlet, Grai, and the old Potter were still discussing something in the meeting room. The old Potter's voice was truly loud, causing Wang Zhong and Grai to feel helpless. This old man's discussion was akin to fighting. As for old Greene, he was in charge of pouring tea and water. After all, the old Potter was doing his best for Tianjing.
In fact, it would be useless to make any arrangements against an opponent like Vasilyevich. No matter what, Tianjing had too little leeway in terms of strategy. If they wanted to win, they could only rely on their strength to kill.
Therefore, the entire squadron was currently extremely relaxed, just like how they had been during their preparations for the past few days.
What made everyone the happiest was Barran's injuries. Originally, they had assumed that the burns from the hellish flames wouldn't heal that quickly. Fortunately, Sharmie had brought along Mario, an expert in controlling hellish flames. Although Mario's hellish flames weren't as strong as Gui Xinying's, they came from the same origin. Therefore, he had taken the initiative to draw out the hellish flames from Barran's body, which had contributed greatly in the treatment of Barran.
Although Barran hadn't fully recovered to the level he was at before the match, he already appeared to be fine. His bandages had already been removed, while the burn scabs on his body had already formed, with new flesh even growing on some parts of his body.
Gentle music was playing in the living room of the villa, while the fragrance of food wafted from the kitchen. Ma Dong and Milami were currently sitting on the sofa, chattering away as though there was no one else present, while Barran and Hymin were chattering non-stop in the kitchen.
There was another pair on the balcony, Lily and Colby. To these two third year seniors, being able to board this year's Tianjing bus was truly the greatest fortune in their lives. Not only had they obtained the highest honour and glory, they had also obtained their belated love. Their faces were brimming with happiness. This was something that they had never dreamt of, as they hadn't felt anything for so many years. While Lily was injured, Colby had always been meticulously taking care of her. With sparks igniting at the slightest touch, dry wood raging like a raging inferno, they had rolled into bed together.
Naturally, Emily was also present in the great hall. However, what caused people to be slightly taken aback was that this lass was actually seriously looking at the various records of the entire competition, seriously pondering over them. From time to time, she would even make some notes. Before entering Tianjing, Emily had relied on the glory of her family and her own talent. After returning to her family to undergo special training as an assassin, she had relied on her anger and stubbornness. Frankly speaking, all of this was just to develop the things that she already had, and not to increase them.
However, at this moment, Emily's body had already gained something else. Although it might not increase her strength, people could see the signs of a metamorphosis, as it was settling and accumulating.
There are some things that the more you try to force it, the less it will be. However, when you truly follow the prescribed order, it might quietly arrive.
After truly calming down, Emily appeared to have already become a completely different person …
The second semifinal match was about to start.
In the morning, there was already a considerable number of people queuing up outside the Stuart's Dimensional Arena Stadium. By the time the stadium was opened to the public at approximately 5 pm, the entire stadium was already a boiling cauldron of voices, causing it to be incomparably noisy.
Only the last 2 matches of the entire CHF were left. It was inevitable that this would be an unprecedentedly grand occasion. However, compared to the liveliness of the Stuart and Heaven's Fate match yesterday, the fans present today were even more crazed.
Before the start of the match, there were already 2 people in the stadium who had fainted due to shouting themselves hoarse, as well as the lack of oxygen due to the large number of people present. What made things even more awkward was that the guards in the stadium were actually unable to squeeze their way in to save them. In the end, they had to rely on the help of countless people in the audience to raise them high above their heads before they were slowly dragged out.
Such craziness was not only due to the excitement from the previous match, but also due to the majority of Tianjing's fans not belonging to any of their families, and were purely here for Wang Zhong. There had never been a dark horse that could reach this stage, ever since the dark era until now. Even the omnipotent genius Laforgue was ultimately unable to leave any traces behind. That's because mankind was ultimately unable to break through the strength of a group. A single genius would forever be unable to withstand the combined might of countless geniuses.
Loneliness was a path of no return.
However, it was precisely because of loneliness and despair that the most intense hope would be ignited. This was an innate characteristic of humans. Having already entered the semifinals, they hoped to personally witness Tianjing's fight!
"Return of the King! Descend upon the heavens! "
"Wang Zhong, Grai, invincible King Bomb!"
"Go brother King! You can do it! I don't even need an old granny to help me cross the road! I'll give my all to you!"
All Mouthy King's fans in the stadium had already entered a frenzied state, while Vasilyevich's fans appeared much calmer. Frankly speaking, Vasilyevich's fans were the least amongst the S + ranked squadrons present in the stadium. They had only managed to fill up the viewing gallery on the south side of the stadium.
However … they were all burly men from the northern regions!
Let's not talk about sissies. Women? What plaything was a woman? Were women even worthy of watching a match in the stadium?
To the true men of the northern regions, women would forever be accessories to the heroes. Those chattering shouts in the stadium would forever be the groans of the weak!
What was an expert! An expert would use their fists to do the talking. They would absolutely not fucking with you!
Pairs of cold and sinister gazes swept across the berserk Brother King fans present in the stadium. Although it was evening, most of them still needed to wear sweaters. However, every single one of them had their muscular upper bodies exposed, revealing their wild, hormonal colours. Their robust muscles formed waves of flesh, dazzling the eyes of the Brother King fans in the stadium!
A nation of fighters! The men of the northern regions!
The legends of the northern regions as a nation of fighters had long been spread throughout the Federation. In fact, there were even rumours that the mutated beasts of the northern regions were the most undignified of mutated beasts. Those ferocious mutated beasts that could scare people to the point of wetting their pants in the southern regions had to tuck their tails between their legs in order to survive in the northern regions. There were countless videos on the Skylink of the northerners beating up mutated beasts, and treating them as pets and toys. Combat prowess was just one aspect of these videos. What was frightening was the valiant and intrepid attitude of the northerners. There were people who said that if the northerners were given an ocean, they would have long broken the legend of the ocean and crossed the Pacific Ocean to travel to the empires. There was absolutely nothing in this world that the northerners were afraid of!
Although not a single word was spoken, an invisible chill and fear had unknowingly started to spread out from the Vasilyevich fans in the southern region. It gradually affected and dominated the atmosphere in the stadium, causing the originally boundless passion of the Brother King fans to be extinguished by at least half.
Naturally, despite that, the stadium was still extremely fiery. The Brother King fans weren't weaklings. With the advantage in numbers, there was no reason for them to be afraid.
However, the smell of gunpowder that could erupt at any moment clearly caused the countless guards in charge of security to be incomparably nervous. They had deployed a large number of guards to surround the southern viewing gallery. On the surface, they appeared to be on duty. However, in reality, they were keeping a tight watch over the entire stadium, using their bodies as the first line of defense to block the most frightening northerners. It wasn't because they were afraid that they would be at a disadvantage due to their lack of manpower. Instead, they were truly afraid that the other Brother King fans would be swallowed alive by these people who had never treated their lives as their own.
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