Atlantic City was as silent as death.

People couldn't believe that there was such a powerful and murderous fellow among the criminals, who killed more than 1,300 young warriors in the city in the blink of an eye, and even killed Reed, the only son of the Governor, in front of the Governor.

The soldiers of Atlantic City hurriedly arrived and surrounded Shen Rui, while the young men selected from Howard, the criminals, stood behind Shen Rui and protected him with their bodies.

If at first Howard and they protected Shen Rui only out of the will of their elders, then now they really admire Shen Rui and feel that Shen Rui is very remarkable, under the influence of Shen Rui, for the first time in three hundred years, the descendants of the guilty people survived in the preliminaries of the Poseidon Festival.

There were only about 20 descendants of the dead and wounded, but more than 1,300 young soldiers in Atlantic City were all slaughtered by Shen Rui and Xiaoba, and no one expected this huge contrast.

If it weren't for Shen Rui, Howard would have died a long time ago, so when the guards of Atlantic City appeared, Howard and they didn't hesitate and didn't care about dying again.

As for Shen Rui himself, this modern man who grew up by the docks of Bohai City has completed a transformation, and he is more like a real warrior than ever.

The atmosphere was tense, and as soon as Franco gave the order, the guards would rush up and kill Shen Rui.

Seeing the tension between the two sides, suddenly, an old man at the head of the city stood up and clapped his palms gently, which seemed very abrupt in this atmosphere filled with the smell of gunpowder.

Shen Rui looked up and saw that it was Zhili, the guest of honor from Atlantis.

Zhili clapped his hands and said to another VIP next to him, Hierro: "I think this is the person we need, we came to Atlantic City on a mission, we can't go back empty-handed." ”

Hierro was stunned, when he understood what Zhili meant.

The young warriors of Atlantic City have already died, and if Franco kills Shen Rui again, the two of them can only return to Poseidon City empty-handed, so the result will obviously not be satisfactory to the gods of Poseidon City, so they have to stop Franco no matter what.

Thinking of this, Hierro stood up and said to Franco: "Yes, he is the most suitable person to participate in the Poseidon Festival, if there is one less hair, hum!" ”

Governor Franco's face was rather ugly, and he had to swallow it in his stomach because he broke his teeth, and although he wanted to kill Shen Rui immediately, the presence of the two distinguished guests, Hiero and He Zhili, made it impossible for him to do so.

The news soon spread to the docks, and Shen Rui ascended the city wall and was summoned by Hierro and Zhili.

"Well done, what's your name? From which village? Hierro asked, touching his chin.

"Shen Rui, from Coral Village." Shen Rui replied in a deep voice.

Zhili nodded, "Very good, this time it is up to you to go to Seagod City on behalf of Atlantic City and the villages along the coast of Daxizhou to participate in the Seagod Festival, this is a rare opportunity, if you perform well, you may even be left in Seagod City, bring a pearl brooch, I hope you cherish it." ”

Shen Rui thought for a while: "I have one condition. ”

Hierro was stunned and said a little unhappily: "You are just a sinner, and you dare to negotiate terms with us?" ”

Zhili smiled slightly beside him, "Okay, let's listen to what conditions he has, you say, what do you want?" ”

Shen Rui said: "I don't want anything, I just want to protect the safety of the village and not be retaliated against by some people." ”

The so-called some people naturally refer to Franco, the governor of Atlantic City, and Franco is next to him at this moment, so he naturally gets angry when he hears this.

Zhili smiled and said: "What should I be, it turns out to be this, don't worry, Franco is a child of the god of the sea, and he will naturally abide by the laws formulated by Lord Seagod, and will never be angry with the people in the village, isn't this Lord Franco?" ”

Franco had no choice but to pinch his nose and nodded.

Hierro said: "I thought you would put forward any non-specific conditions, it turned out to be for the sake of the people in your village, but I didn't expect you to be young, but you are affectionate and righteous, since everything has been decided, you can live in Atlantic City with peace of mind, and someone will naturally pick you up in ten days." ”

……

The tryouts are over, and Howard and the others are returning to their respective villages.

Everyone shed tears and said goodbye, Shen Rui saved more than 300 lives by himself, what a kindness, but it is a pity that Shen Rui himself still has to go to the unknown Seagod City, and no one knows what kind of encounter awaits him.

After all, he was the first anomaly to enter Poseidon City as a black shell in three hundred years.

Shen Rui and the others still lived in the inn in the city that was specially opened for criminals, and after seeing off Howard and them, Shen Rui rolled a cigarette on the balcony.

There were no cigarettes in Daxizhou, so Shen Rui had to make the cigarettes into a pile of tobacco leaves, disguised as herbs, and roll one with paper when he wanted to smoke.

"You're looking for me?" Lao Pan came to the balcony, looked around and saw that there was no one, and asked in Chinese, because he didn't know Latin, Lao Pan usually pretended to be deaf and mute, hiding people's eyes and ears.

Shen Rui handed another rolled cigarette to Lao Pan and said in a deep voice, "Brother Pan, I want to take advantage of this time to learn more kung fu." ”

Shen Rui can only continue to win now, once he misses in the Poseidon Festival, Franco will definitely turn back to deal with the people of Coral Village, which Shen Rui never wants to see.

The current situation is that Shen Rui must make a big move in Seagod City, and the more eye-catching he is, the less chance Franco will have to make a move.

Lao Pan didn't say anything, took the cigarette and lit it, and said in a deep voice: "It's too late to learn kung fu at your age, so you have only one way, and that is to continuously improve the power of the Tongbei Fist I taught you." ”

"To what extent?" Shen Rui asked curiously.

Lao Pan said: "There is as much violence as you want, remember, although there is only one move through the back fist, there is no limit." ”

……

Poseidon City, also known as Atlantis.

One god and ten sons, supreme authority.

The one god refers to Poseidon, the god of the sea, and the ten sons refer to the ten sons of the god of the sea.

No one has ever seen the god of the sea, he is a legend, but his ten sons have been passed down in a strange way.

Each of them would have had a son, no more, no less, and in the tens of thousands of years of Atlantis' history, no son of the god of the sea had ever had a daughter, nor had a son of the god of the sea ever had more than two offspring.

This is a kind of magical certainty, which ensures the continuation of the bloodline of the Son of the Sea God, and also ensures that there will be no power struggle and dispersion due to the large number of Divine Sons.

The division of labor among the ten gods is different, and Hiero and Zhili have met the seven gods in charge of the law, Arafis, and explained that this time Atlantic City and the sinners will only send one representative to participate in the Poseidon Festival, Arafis Divine Son nodded disapprovingly, he looks down on these people who live in the Great West Continent in his bones, one or a hundred, there is no difference to the gods.

When Zhili came out of the shrine, no one noticed that the pearl on his chest had quietly changed from standing in the middle to pointing to the right hand.

Zhili is a veteran judge of Atlantis, and he is a kind person, and he talks and laughs with the soldiers guarding the shrine as usual.

One of the soldiers saw the pearl on Zhili's chest, he was startled, and quickly made an excuse to leave, and when he returned, the white pearl on his chest also changed direction, and like Zhili's brooch, it also pointed to the right hand.

From this moment on, an undercurrent quietly spread in Atlantis, the city of Poseidon, not to mention the inconspicuous position of the small brooch, the far-reaching meaning of which can only be understood by these people themselves.

It's been three hundred years...