The gold dust mixed with the ceremonial flowers is wantonly filling the air.

Before the contestants knew it, the tiny gold dust silently entered their bodies and became a time bomb hidden in their bodies.

"Gold dust? It's gold dust..."

Sabo and Kerra's expressions suddenly became solemn.

The others may not know what the gold dust meant, but the two of them listened to the story told by the young waiter as carefully as they laughed.

The ceremonial flowers at the opening ceremony were secretly mixed with gold dust, and the organizer of this martial arts tournament was the bad Golden Emperor Tezzolo...

Without laughing and talking, Sabo and Kerra could guess that there was a huge conspiracy behind this martial arts tournament.

"Damn!"

"This Tezzolo is truly unrepentant!"

Kerra clenched her fists and denounced with righteous indignation:

"He was cleaned up by Galen's predecessors and is not a teacher, and he actually started a conspiracy behind his back?!"

Sabo was much calmer, and he immediately asked in a low voice:

"What are you going to do, Mr. Smile?"

"I don't know what Tezzolo's purpose really is, so I can only take it one step at a time and wait until I find out what the problem is."

smiled and groaned, and then admonished earnestly:

"I also hope that Brother Sabo and your companions will not focus too much on competitiveness, and save some energy in case of emergency."

"Understood."

Sabo nodded earnestly, smiled and promised:

"When the time comes, if necessary, the four of us will definitely wish you a hand."

"Thank you."

smiled and bowed slightly, and did not say much.

Then, he walked away with a nonchalant expression, and separated from Sabo and the others, making it seem as if the two sides had nothing to do with each other.

Eventually, the conference was officially opened.

Tezzolo was a singer and artist before he became a slave, and after becoming the Golden Emperor, he developed a strange habit of being an entertainment host himself, and he was quite professional in planning and hosting large-scale performances.

Singing and dancing, music, fireworks in the sky, grand performances...

After a heated session, Tezzolo announced the official opening of the martial arts tournament, and then finally got to the point of explaining the rules of the competition.

Tezzolo expounded aloud:

"I'm sure you've all known beforehand:"

"First of all, all the fixtures of this martial arts tournament will be completed on the same day."

"The auditions, the quarterfinals, and the semifinals will all be held at the same time."

This is mainly to speed up the process of the game, so that those prey can be caught as soon as possible, so as not to make more mistakes in the long night.

"Second, all players must not hurt people's lives in the competition, and violators will be disqualified from the competition."

These players are either Galen's future younger brothers, or Galen's future experience points, and their lives are naturally valuable.

"Third, you can't take the initiative to admit defeat in the game, and you can only get off the game after completely losing your combat effectiveness."

You can't be killed, but you have to be disabled.

Otherwise, if those pirates were more alive than the end of the game, and after entering the "medical room", they still had the strength to fight the "medical staff" for 300 rounds against Dr. Katakuri, Nurse Sucrose, and other "medical staff", it would be a big problem.

And Tezzolo talked about some irrelevant rules, and went directly to the audition of the martial arts club.

He asked the staff to take out a large opaque box, and then took out a few small balls with different numbers on them, and finally explained:

"All players will be randomly drawn with a number ball, which will be divided into eight auditions according to the number on the ball."

"After determining the audition area, the players will compete with other participating teams in their respective audition areas, and the team that can still stand on the field will directly advance to the quarterfinals!"

"Straight to the quarterfinals?"

The eyes of the contestants lit up.

Tezzolo has a lot of money, and the awards set up are also extremely rich, and even the top eight have valuable rewards.

This means that as long as they survive the auditions, they will be eligible to go home with a huge prize money.

However, most people also came to their senses and found the problem -

This multi-team melee audition is probably the most intense part of this martial arts meeting.

And to survive the melee of many strong teams, you need absolutely tough strength, you also need sufficient strategic wisdom, and you need some luck.

Because if they are unfortunate enough to be assigned to the same sea constituency as some strongmen, then they are likely to not even survive the first game and will be swept away.

After figuring out this link, everyone was a little panicked.

Many of them looked at Mihawk and Yasuo with twinkling eyes, praying in their hearts that they would not be unlucky enough to be in the same group as such a master.

"Haha..."

Galen laughed secretly in his heart.

This martial arts conference was organized by a group of underworld bigwigs who had just come to a good time, and it was shady from beginning to end.

The audition was the most eliminated and most competitive, and Galen and Tezzolo had already arranged to put Hawkeye, Wibull and other strong players in the same area, so that they could fight each other and let the fattest prey catch first.

And the opaque selection box has long been filled with small mechanisms, which is a complete dark box operation.

The lottery has officially begun, and several teams have drawn numbers from the selection box, and each of them has taken their places in the designated audition area to prepare for the upcoming competition.

Everything was going on in order, and no one seemed to notice the anomaly.

And Hawkeye, who Galen is most worried about, only wants to compete with the two masters of "Yasuo" and Yixiao, and he doesn't care whether there is a conspiracy behind this martial arts club and whether he is tired of choosing the number of the division.

He stepped forward and took the number ball casually, and stood in the audition ring without saying a word.

Still, one person sensed something was wrong.

That's a laugh.

He has been blind for many years, and he has already sharpened his other senses and domineering to the realm of otherworldliness.

His strength is not necessarily stronger than Galen and Hawkeye, but in terms of perception, he is definitely the strongest among the people present.

Even though the surrounding people were buzzing, the cheers were thunderous, and the environment was extremely noisy, the slight and extremely loud sound of the mechanism in the selection box was still clearly distinguishable in the ears of a smile.

"There must be demons when sneaky!"

With a smile, he discovered the mystery of Tezzolo's dark box operation, and a trace of solemnity quietly arose in his heart.

Seeing that there were more teams to draw numbers from the selection box, he took the initiative to approach the selection box with a smile, clenched the cane knife in his hand, and gently hit the ground:

"Gravity Suppression!"

Without anyone noticing, the gravity in the selection box increased suddenly, and the hidden precision parts of the mechanism collapsed in an instant.

Then, with a smile, he went to pick up a number ball as if nothing had happened.

After a long time...

The results of the audition zone are out.

The partition turned out to be completely different from the plan, and it became a random partition.

Hawkeye, Weibull, Sabo and others were also assigned to different areas, and they failed to start a strong fight in the audition as Galen imagined.

Tezzolo's face was a little stiff, and Galen, who was mixed with the players, also sensed that something was wrong, and couldn't help but be wary of this:

"Was it a mechanical failure, or was someone deliberately causing trouble?"

Galen had some bad premonitions in his mind.

But he thought about it:

This is actually not a big deal, as long as the martial arts club can go smoothly to the end, those big fish that he likes will be caught one by one sooner or later.

Galen suppressed the bad premonition in his heart, and also carried the sword on his shoulder, pretending to be a cold Wind Sword Hero, and strode towards the audition area where he belonged.

Eventually, the auditions began.

The audition is divided into eight regions, each region has nearly 30 teams and hundreds of masters, and the scene is extremely grand.

The warm and tense atmosphere finally climbed to its peak, and every player on the field had an adrenaline rush, excitedly waiting for the battle horn to be blown completely.

They each stood with their teammates, scrutinizing each enemy team around them with a wary and hostile gaze.

It's going to be a scuffle, and everyone but your own team is the enemy.

The air was tense to the extreme.

And Yixiao stood in the audition ring that belonged to him, but his mind was not at all on the contestants around him who were like wolves and tigers and had fierce eyes.

"Holding martial arts meetings, releasing gold dust, and manipulating the lottery..."

"What the hell does Tezzolo want to do?"

A smile intently and secretly guessed Tezzolo's purpose, unmoved by the external object.

However, in this situation surrounded by enemies, he doesn't go into trouble, and troublesome things will find him by themselves.

And a smile is the only one in the audition ring, even if he stands there without saying a word, it is very eye-catching.

"See?"

"That guy dares to sign up for the race alone like Mihawk and Yasuo, it's definitely not easy to match."

The other players discussed the strength of the smile one after another, and invariably thought of a question:

In a ring, only one team can qualify.

If this melee is fought to the end, he will face a master of the same level as Mihawk, and the qualification will definitely not fall into their hands.

"How?"

"Shall we take out this strongest guy together and let him out first?"

The clever players have spontaneously completed the tandem and formed a natural alliance.

Immediately after, hundreds of hostile gazes fell on Yixiao, who was still outside the wandering object.

Finally, the trumpet of war sounded.

"Kill!"

"Kill that blind man first!"

In an instant, the sound of shouting and killing sounded like a tidal wave, and the sword wind and sword qi roared out.

And those targets of the attack were all stunned and smiling.

"Forget it, don't think about it yet."

Smiled and sighed softly, and said to himself:

"I can only continue to go down first, and then find a chance to find out."

"So..."

In the siege of hundreds of people, at the critical juncture when the sword light in the sky did not come to the top, a smile smiled a little apologetically:

"Guys, offended."

The staff knife in his hand was unsheathed for three points, revealing a cold light on the blade:

"Gravity Knife Hell Brigade!"

At this moment, everyone's movements on the field froze, and the swords that slashed at the smile suddenly froze in mid-air.

It's like someone pressed the pause button.

Because, with a smile as the center, the strength of gravity within a radius of thousands of kilometers increased sharply by more than ten times at this moment.

"It's... This..."

The gravity of the severe overload pressed the players' bodies, causing their faces to turn red, their limbs to twitch, their internal organs to bleed, and they couldn't even hold back a complete sentence.

Soon, the first person who couldn't bear it was crushed to the ground by this invisible force.

Immediately afterward, the runners fell down like wheat stubble, crushed into a piece of paper stuck to the ground.

In a roar, the entire ring was sunken down several meters, but the surface was flat as if it had been crushed by a road roller.

After a few moments, gravity returned to normal, but no player on the court could get back up.

The host who was in charge of explaining this audition area looked dumbfounded for a while, and his mouth that could speak was immediately stuck:

"Laugh at him..."

"Uh... He..."

It's too quick and easy to win with a smile, and I don't know how to make up the commentary.

The audience didn't blame the host for being unprofessional, because they couldn't understand the operation of a smile at all.

smiled and slowly put away the knife and left indifferently.

The first quarterfinals were born.

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