The live screen lights up.

The camera is facing the closed door of the training hall in the rain, outside which there are already police and a large number of people gathered, basically some blood purifiers.

There is still data pushing around the edges of the screen, as if it was doing a final debug.

"The line is running normally, the background data is normal, and the clarity has been adjusted to the best state."

The cameraman on the scene spoke off-screen, and there was the crisp sound of high heels hitting the ground in the background.

"Ready to connect to the live network, countdown, 3, 2, 1...... start!"

"Hi, good morning everyone, welcome to the live broadcast of the stars, I am the special host A Li, today we will follow the whole process of reporting on the team of the three districts of the gray fog, bringing you a carnival feast!"

A plump fox girl in a low-cut, tight-fitting long skirt holds an umbrella and holds a microphone in front of the camera, striking a seductive pose, her fluffy brown-red tail flicking back and forth behind her.

The popularity of the live broadcast room began to soar, and various gifts and barrages appeared one after another.

The war game is essentially a bloody battle for resources between various districts within the Grey Mist.

However, under the deliberate packaging of the high-level government of Asgard City, it has now become a national carnival, and the blood purifiers and humans compete to show their strength, just to please the "holy ones" in the heavenly court.

For this reason, this event is also known as the "Heavenly Court", which means that a program is specially prepared for the Heavenly Lords, who will indeed participate in the pre-opening celebrations of the war game.

Yes, this event with a high mortality rate even has its own big celebration!

"You can see that a large number of Blood Purifiers have gathered at the scene, and they are cheering for the team that is about to go out, hoping that the heroes of the Third District of Gray Mist can show their bravery in front of the Holy Dependents, and be favored by the Holy Dependents and become a member of them."

With Alley's explanation, the camera turned to the cheering crowd in front of the door, and then to the sky,

A large float boat with an extraordinarily fancy exterior and holographic projections flickering around it appeared in front of everyone.

Strong wind pressure carried the rain down and the rousing music resounded over the three areas of gray fog.

"What you see now is the ship that the participating teams will be on this time, and it will carry our warriors to the main site of the war game, to be cheered by the citizens of Asgard and reviewed by the holy ones!"

The fox girl Ali pressed the sleeves that almost fell off, glanced at the soaring popularity on the live broadcast screen and the director who was standing behind the camera, dancing excitedly, and hurriedly put on a shy appearance.

"The airboat is ready, and the participating teams are about to set off, so hurry up and prepare."

A prompt came from the headset, and Ali immediately turned sideways to get out of the way, so that the live camera was aimed at the door of the training hall that was being opened, and said loudly,

"Let's welcome the warriors of the three districts of the Grey Mist!"

The words fell, and the participating teams just came out of the training hall.

Walking at the forefront is naturally the team's head coach Wu Lu, for this grand ceremony, he obviously made a lot of preparations in advance, dressed appropriately, with a resolute look on his face that everyone expects, and waved to the surrounding crowd while walking out.

"The first to appear in front of us is the head coach of this participating team, who has coached three wargames and achieved extremely good results, and he is followed by ......"

Halfway through the words, Ah Li looked at the man walking behind Wu Lu, his face full of astonishment.

In order to keep it secret and prevent people from other urban areas from making targeted arrangements, the situation of the participating teams in the training hall will not be announced to the public, coupled with the extremely high mortality rate of war games, there will be newcomers every year, so many times the participating members are not known to outsiders.

The problem was that the person behind Wu Lu was not a blood purifier at all, but a sturdy young man wearing a long black trench coat with an indifferent expression.

He just looked ahead to the cheers outside the stadium and the various news media, and did not react at all.

What's more, the position of this young man is where the captain of the participating team should stand, and the several half-demons standing behind him don't seem to have any objection to this!

You must know that it has been decades since the war game was held, and the contestants are all blood purifiers without exception, and the strength of the half-demon has long been verified.

Although it has never been stipulated that only half-demons are allowed in contestants, to some extent this has become a tacit agreement in various urban areas.

Not only Ali, but the crowd outside the training hall that was still cheering also fell silent at this time.

The status of ordinary humans in Asgard City is that of pariahs, and in the eyes of the vast majority of blood purifiers, these people are only worthy of the most arduous physical work, and they are not worthy of becoming real citizens of Asgard City at all.

Suddenly having an ordinary human participate in this grand ceremony was undoubtedly beyond everyone's expectations.

Immediately after a brief silence, there was a great deal of skepticism in the crowd, many asking why a human should be involved in a war game, believing that doing so would be digging their own grave and ceding the third place they had won so hard to last time to another city.

This is a relatively restrained part of the people.

More Blood Purifiers were shouting foul language at Yan Jing who thought it was unacceptable to see humans on such occasions, even though they were human years ago.

The scene was chaotic for a while, but Yan Jing's gaze, which was the central point, never turned half a minute.

From the very beginning, he had no hope, let alone disdain, the recognition of these blood purifiers, and he was not interested in arguing with them here.

Wu Lu, who led the team, obviously expected this situation for a long time, and chose to call the empty boat to drop the elevator at the first time.

Although he had already used Yan Jing as a bargaining chip in his heart and sentenced him to death, the war game was not over yet, and Wu Lu needed the former to help him deal with opponents in other cities.

So while contacting the pilot of the airship, Wu Lu turned around and prepared to comfort Yan Jing, telling him not to care too much about the opinion of the Blood Purifier, as long as he won the final victory, everyone's perception of him would change.

However, at the moment when the two made eye contact.

Wu Lu only felt as if his heart was being clenched, his body stagnated, and then his face turned back a little ugly.

He realized that his thoughts were superfluous.

The man who joined the team by abolishing the Thunder Tiger as soon as they met was far calmer than he expected.

"According to the latest information, one of the contestants in the third area of Grey Mist had an accident yesterday, and his physical health deteriorated, and he had to temporarily withdraw from the team and be replaced by a substitute player."

Just received a message from the director, Ali looked at the participating teams that had boarded the airboat lift one after another, and reported the information about the "ordinary person" to all the people watching the live broadcast:

"Name, Yan Jing, age 25 years old, martial arts instructor somewhere in the third district of the gray mist."

"A week ago, he was arrested and imprisoned for a brawl, and was later recruited as a temporary gladiator."

"Killed a number of top duelists in the underground gladiatorial arena in the Yedu District the night before yesterday, and then returned to the Gray Mist District 3 and killed nearly thirty gang members of the Silt Gang in the city."

The live broadcast footage of the three areas of Gray Mist appeared simultaneously on the screens of major online platforms and various parts of Asgard City.

In just a few minutes, Yan Jing's existence has become one of the hottest topics on the Internet.

Everyone is talking about this ordinary person who joined the war game.

No matter what their goals were, or what they thought of Yan Jing.

It is certain that Yan Jing has already received a high degree of attention, and what he does next will have a different degree of impact on those who pay attention to him!

......

'What exactly does Yan Jing want to do?' ’

In the Bluebell Tavern in the Gray Mist District 9, Zheng Qin sat in front of the bar, looking at the picture played on the TV screen hanging overhead, and unconsciously raised his hand to stroke the cross scar on the left side of his face.

Behind her was an empty tavern.

After last night's incident, Zheng Qin always paid attention to the situation of the war game, and finally found a similar person, she didn't want Yan Jing to have any accidents, after all, the latter got some kind of information conveyed by the kiss.

But war games are a game full of accidents!

Zheng Qin couldn't understand Yan Jing's intentions in doing this, because she clearly knew what the consequences would be if the latter's identity was revealed.

When it comes to the Kiss, the demons of Heavenly Court are likely to directly interrupt the war game to capture them, or even directly make Yan Jing the ultimate goal, making him the public enemy of all the participating teams!

"He's the one you said you were to be recognized by the Kiss?"

Behind the bar, an elderly waiter with gray temples handed Zheng Qin a glass of amber wine, and said in a suppressed voice,

"I kind of know why he's involved in the war games."

"You know?"

Zheng Qin, who had just picked up the wine glass, was stunned for half a second, and asked in a confused tone.

"After watching this, you will know, the video sent by the old guy in District 5 this morning."

The waiter opened the short video on his mobile phone and put it on the bar counter, and pushed it in front of Zheng Qin, and the video screen was a motorcycle shuttling between the streets and alleys, with a horn in front of the car, and a message was playing in a loop:

"Pure human participation in the war game, let's cheer him on together, now head to the White Horse Tavern to watch the game, drink and food for free!"

"Since the early hours of this morning, similar motorcycles have appeared in various urban areas, and they are constantly promoting Yan Jing, so that those who usually don't care about what is going on around them will know about Yan Jing's participation in the war game."

The waiter took back his phone, tapped his fingers on the table, and continued,

"His performance may let us know that the Blood Purifier is not as invincible as he thinks, and it will inspire ordinary people!"

"Then, you have to understand that there is no point in doing this, even if Yan Jing wins the final victory, with his identity, the Heavenly Court's pursuit is enough to make him die on the streets on the night of the end of the game, and they will never allow humans to ......"

"Here's the problem, we all feel that as long as Yan Jing participates, he will inevitably be targeted, and even if he wins in the end, he will inevitably be suppressed by the half-demons and demons, and this behavior is bound to cause a certain emotion to all ordinary people watching the competition."

Raising his hand and raising his index finger to interrupt Zheng Qin's words, the waiter half-leaned on the bar.

"The winner is hunted by half-demons and demons, and ordinary people are terrified."

With a possible picture in his mind, Zheng Qin furrowed his brows and said in a deep voice.

"Yes, it's fear, but have you thought about it, Yan Jing is an ordinary person, they are also an ordinary person, if Yan Jing is suppressed or even Shahai, they will certainly have fear, but this fear will inevitably contain another emotion!"

"What?"

"Angry!"

The old man poured himself a glass of wine and drank it all, his hand trembling slightly for some reason.

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