The prize for the runner-up was also three items: an exchange card with a larger amount of money, a silver medal, and a long black arrow.
"You've given us a small problem!" The heroic Lion Man said to Levi Spring, who had already broken through the legendary realm. "I can't believe you broke through so easily. As a result, the prize we prepared in advance was not suitable, so we had to make a temporary one."
He laughed and said, "Fortunately, I had something to do for a few days. Otherwise, it would have been too late for us to make it!"
Levi smiled peacefully and bowed deeply.
At such a close distance, he could clearly feel the great power possessed by these "staff members" on the stage. Naturally, he could also guess their identities. To Sui Xiong, the few gods working day and night to create treasures for him was the best gift in itself. It was even more precious than the godly arrow that had tracking and range increasing effects and could break through the magic force field!
When he also received the prize, greeted the audience, and walked to the side of the podium, it was finally time to give the prize to the champion.
"… The champion of the first World Martial Arts Competition is …" The young Javier, who had turned into the master of the ceremony, paused for a moment, and his eyes swept across the whole arena, every audience, and every staff member. Finally, his eyes fell on Alan, who had been waiting for a long time with his head held high and his chest out, and his face was filled with the words "I am very anxious".
"Alan Amolo Casadere from the Storm Sea!"
Alan laughed and hurriedly ran to the podium, completely different from the calm appearance of the previous two winners.
His age was already unbelievably old for mortals, but for a giant dragon, he was still a young lad. It was normal for him to be a little rough.
Fortunately, at least when fighting, he was still very calm.
He first carefully looked at the young master of the ceremony, and his eyes widened. Then he carefully looked at the uncle who gave the prize, and his eyes widened again. Finally, his eyes fell on the "tray" floating beside the uncle, and his eyes widened like duck eggs.
"This … this is …"
"Shh …" The master of the ceremony smiled and winked at him.
Alan immediately understood, and stood respectfully, even his body was a little stiff.
"Don't be so nervous. Relax, just relax." Sui Xiong, who was disguised as a tray, laughed and said, "Today, you are the protagonist. Show some spirit of a protagonist! Were you going to wait for hundreds or thousands of years to tell your children, 'Back then, when I was facing a few gods, I was so scared that I didn't feel well'? I feel that when the time comes, I will still brag, 'You are all too young and inexperienced! Back then, I was able to chat and laugh with quite a few gods! 'This is better … "
Aaron couldn't help but laugh, and his nervous mood also eased.
His prize was also a three-piece set. There was an exchange card that made him widen his eyes and smile like a fool when he saw the number, a gold medal that would never wear out and allow him to cast spells every day, and a soft black undershirt.
This black undershirt only had two functions. The first was that it could change its shape freely. Even if he turned back into the true form of a dragon, it would turn into a cloud of black air that lingered around him. There was absolutely no need to worry that it would be torn apart. The second function was that it could nullify any "dragon slaying" spell or ritual, including the famous "dragon slaying saber" and "dragon slaying spear".
For a giant dragon, there was no better armor than this!
Ya Lun held the prize in his hands and grinned from ear to ear. If it wasn't for the fact that this was a solemn and sacred ceremony, he was afraid that he would have taken off his clothes on the spot and put on this undershirt, and he would never take it off again!
After the award ceremony, the golden-haired lion man was about to say a few words, but he suddenly stopped and looked up at the sky.
In the sky, a wonderful light slowly condensed and turned into a colorful crystal.
At the same time, the source of the world surged, and every god who had a domain related to combat felt a wonderful change.
"This is …"
"A new priesthood! A new priesthood in the domain of combat has appeared! "
"Has the priesthood of combat been broken down?"
"No … but a big piece has been split off!"
"What kind of priesthood is this?"
"Martial arts competition … it's a martial arts competition!"
For a moment, the gazes of many Gods were cast in this direction, looking at the crystal that was slowly descending.
With a flash of light, a thick hairy arm reached down from the sky and grabbed the crystal.
That was the god in charge of war in the Orc God System, the creator and guardian of the bear people, and the Orc God of Violence and War. "Berserk War Bear," Faber.
As a god with weak divine power, he had long been eager to obtain more priesthoods and more power, so that he could break through to the level of mid-level divine power. At this moment, seeing the appearance of a new priesthood, even though his rationality told him that it was completely impossible, his violent and wild personality made him unable to restrain the greed and excitement in his heart, and he could not help but come to snatch it.
However, the thick bear claw scratched the crystal several times in succession, but he did not catch anything.
Priesthood was a manifestation of the surging source power, and it did not have a physical body. How could he catch it!
Faber roared and activated his divine power, intending to forcibly seal off that space. He felt that perhaps by doing so, he could imprison the new priesthood of "martial arts competition" and capture it.
Whether it would be useful or not was unknown, but it had already angered Morani.
Morani had long been looking forward to the formation of this priesthood. As long as he obtained this priesthood, he would soon be able to cross over from weak divine power to mid-level divine power, and the entire Barbarian God System would also be a lot stronger. The key was that he would have a complete system, and he would no longer be a grassroots team.
The lowest lower limit of building a God System was mid-level divine power.
All along, the Barbarian God System was not so much a God System, but rather a group of weak and weak divine power gods who huddled together to help each other. Everyone had not been able to realize the interconnection of divine power at all.
If it were not for this, why would the "Wanderer of Fertility" and the "Wanderer of Mud" still be at the threshold of the realm of true gods? Even if Morani had to dig out his own pocket to subsidize them, he would have long pulled these two old friends up!
As long as he obtained the priesthood of "martial arts competition", as long as he rose to mid-level divine power, he would no longer have to be ridiculed as a "fake God King," and he would be able to hold his head high and truly live up to the title of God King!
Not to mention that he could also use the priesthood of "martial arts competition" as his core priesthood, adjust his priesthood and domain, and greatly enhance his strength, so that it would have more room for development and a broader future!
Therefore, he was determined to obtain the priesthood of "martial arts competition"!
Seeing that Faber was about to confine that space, Morani could no longer hold back. With a loud roar, the battle avatar that had been waiting nearby leaped into the air and turned into a mountain-like figure, flying into the air and grabbing Faber's arm.
"Old Bear! Do you really want to fight with me?! "he roared angrily.
Fabel hesitated. As a member of the Orc God System, he had some friendship with Morani, and he was well aware of the capabilities of this "Iron Lion."
Although both of them were weak Divine Powers, if they were to really fight, not to mention Fabell, even if the two weak Divine Powers friends who were on good terms with him joined in, they might not be able to defeat Morani even if it was three against one.
He hesitated for a while, and his fear of Morani finally suppressed the greed in his heart. He sighed deeply.
"Iron Lion, you have to buy me a drink!" The thick bear claw retracted, leaving only these words.
Morani smiled and nodded. "Good wine, enough for you!"
In the Pantheon temple, the "Iron Lion" who rarely spoke stood up, looked around, and said loudly, "Everyone! The priesthood of "martial arts competition" was given to me by the world. If any of you want to fight for it, you can organize a martial arts competition yourself! If you want to snatch it now, you are deliberately going against me! "
Although he said so, most of his attention was on a few seats.
The God of War, the God of War, the God of Strategy, and the gods in charge of war in various god systems.
Priesthood was not something that could be easily obtained. Only when one's own ideas and abilities were compatible with it could it be possible to obtain it. Although there were many gods in the Pantheon temple, there were only a few who could really compete with him for this priesthood.
Among them, the ones that worried him the most were the God of War and the God of War.
The former was the direct victim of the formation of the "martial arts competition" priesthood. The power of this priesthood mainly came from the "battle" aspect, which was equivalent to forcibly cutting away a piece of the priesthood of the God of War. This kind of action, like pulling a tooth from a tiger's mouth, could not help but anger the other party.
The latter was the main god of the God of War. Although in theory, he could control all wars and combat behavior, and did not have a very reliable excuse to attack, as a great Divine Power, his power also worried Morani.
What was more troublesome was that he was the main god of the God of War.
In the face of Morani's declaration, the Pantheon temple became quiet for a moment. But after a moment, the God of War stood up.
"If you want to take other people's things, have you asked the master?" he said coldly.
"You and I are both serving this world. If I do well, I will be blessed by the world. That is all," Morani said with a frown.
The God of War did not say anything more, but only smiled coldly.
Outside the Main Plane, near the God Kingdom of the Barbarian God System, a turbid aura suddenly burst out, and a huge dragon-headed warship appeared.
At the top of the warship, dressed in armor and holding a long spear, was the God of War.
He waved his spear, pointed it at the God Kingdom of the Barbarian God System, and silently gave the order to attack.
The huge warship, which was bigger than a large mountain range on the Main Plane, immediately turned from still to still. With the sound of a giant beating a war drum on the bow of the warship, it rushed towards the God Kingdom of the Barbarian God System at high speed.
The God of War did not like to bicker. He only knew how to use weapons to talk!
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