Although Meng Qiutang was annoyed, the game was imminent, and it was not good to continue to say anything.

With a cold face, he asked them to return to the team, and said that he would give them a chance to atone for their sins.

If they did well in the game, perhaps she would have chosen to forgive and not report it.

The two were overjoyed, patting their chests again and again and reassuring that they would definitely do their best to win glory for the country.

The venue of the International Freshman Contest is set in the largest arena in Sifang City.

It's said to be an arena, but it's actually a huge Colosseum.

In Sifang City, as long as you have money, you can enjoy any service you can think of.

The black industry is everywhere.

The slave trade was one of the most lucrative industries.

And the city of the Four Directions, a city of sin with no laws to speak of, became the largest center of the slave trade in the entire continent.

And those slaves who were unruly and disobedient and always wanted to escape were sent to the Colosseum.

Fight with people and beasts, so as to attract exciting audiences to watch.

The Colosseum is one way to earn ticket money; The second is to be able to draw commissions from the opening of gambling markets.

It is no exaggeration to say that as long as a person is sent to the Colosseum, before the last trace of value is squeezed out of his body, even death is a luxury.

Today, however, the infamous Colosseum has been transformed into a venue for the International Freshman Competition.

The Colosseum, which was filled with the smell of blood, had long been cleaned.

Meng Qiutang led the Great Xia players into the entrance, and after seeing these three people, his pupils instantly contracted into a glow, and he said to himself in shock, "The Martial Alliance actually came with three Martial Emperors!"

Jiang Guanyu was right behind her, and her hearing was amazing, and after hearing her talk to herself, she immediately looked up at the three people.

This was the first time he had seen a Martial Emperor-level powerhouse other than Meng Yue.

I saw that the tall rostrum was already full of people.

In the front row, there were only three people seated, and the others didn't dare to sit side by side with them.

On the far left is a white man with blond hair and blue eyes;

In the middle sat a yellow-skinned man in his thirties and forties;

On the far right is a black man with curly hair.

"The three skin tones represent the three most mainstream races in the Canglan Continent, and they are quite representative."

Jiang Guanyu secretly complained to himself, and couldn't help but be slightly disappointed.

This Martial Emperor doesn't seem to have anything special!

The three Martial Emperors leaned crookedly on their chairs, just like three street slickers, without the slightest master's demeanor.

Just as he stared curiously at the three of them, the white man sitting on the far left glanced at him, as if intentionally or unintentionally.

This glance made Jiang Guanyu tremble violently as if he had been devoured by thunder, and his heart was pounding wildly.

Startled, he looked away in a panic, not daring to continue looking.

It wasn't until he sat in the designated position of the Great Xia player that he was shocked to find that his back had been soaked in cold sweat for some time.

Unexpectedly, the seemingly ordinary Martial Emperor powerhouse was so terrifying.

Just a look made him feel the taste of death deeply.

He had no doubt that if he dared to continue his rude stare at it, the next moment, he would die.

"I can't afford to mess with it now!"

Jiang Guanyu sighed secretly in his heart.

He finally realized how terrifying a Martial Emperor-level powerhouse was.

No matter how strong the enemy is, he is not afraid, but he is afraid of those who can kill him in an instant.

And there is no doubt that the white Martial Emperor has such strength.

Therefore, he made up his mind that he would never have a conflict with the people of the Martial Alliance before he grew up to Emperor Wu.

Otherwise, if you accidentally lose your life here, it will be worth the loss.

Actually, it was he who thought too much.

The Martial Alliance has a rule that the strong of heaven and man are not allowed to make a move at will, let alone Emperor Wu.

Emperor Wu has his own majesty, but he stares at others and secretly judges himself.

I still feel that people are just like this, and subconsciously flashed a trace of disdain.

Emperor Wu sensed how keen, where could he not feel the meaning in his eyes.

In anger, he leaked a trace of Diwei and gave him a small lesson.

All this happened between the lightning and flint, and no one except the white Emperor Wu and Jiang Guanyu could detect it.

But the white Emperor Wu suddenly felt creepy, as if a giant beast was secretly staring at him.

At this moment, his frightened soul flew out of the sky, and he sat up straight like a conditioned reflex, and his eyes searched in the crowd in panic.

But the gaze that made him cold all over his body disappeared in a flash, and disappeared without a trace.

Let him feel that it might just be a delusion.

But—

How keen is Emperor Wu's perception, and how can he have an illusion?

This made him puzzled, although he was only a three-star Martial Emperor, even a nine-star Martial Emperor could not bring him this feeling.

"Best, you seem to be upset, huh? Did something happen?"

The yellow-skinned Martial Emperor and the black Martial Emperor both noticed his abnormality and couldn't help but look at him strangely and asked.

"No...... No, it's just that it's uncomfortable to sit for a long time, so adjust your sitting posture."

Best shook his head again and again to indicate that it was okay.

Just kidding, doesn't he want to be a dignified Emperor Wu?

You can't say that you are almost scared to pee by a glance, right?

No one noticed that Ning Qingyao, who was hanging her head low, had a cruel arc at the corner of her lips.

I sneered in my heart: "Hmph! Even the three-star Martial Emperor dares to scare the old lady's husband, wait, after the old lady recovers her strength, it will be over if you can't get it."

How did Best know that he was just warning the presumptuous Jiang Guanyu, but he was targeted by the extremely protective Longwa Holy Maiden.

If he knew, presumably, even if Jiang Guanyu spit a mouthful of eighty-two years old phlegm on his face, he would spit on himself and never dare to complain.

The area of the Colosseum is not half the size of the Yanwu Hall of the Great Xia Martial Academy.

It can accommodate up to 30,000 people.

However, in the international competition, only more than 100 countries of all sizes participated.

There are ten places in each country, and all the players add up to just over 1,000 people.

Combined with the team leaders and staff sent by various countries, plus journalists from various countries and some spectators, the total number of people did not exceed 25,000.

As a result, after the players from all countries arrived, they failed to fill the Colosseum.

The attendance rate is more than 80%, which is also very good.

There are really not many people at the scene, and it doesn't seem to be very important.

But in fact, reporters from almost all countries on the continent came to the scene and broadcast it on television.

Even the old monsters who had been in retreat for many years at the headquarters of the Martial Arts League broke through the barrier and stayed in front of the TV waiting to watch the live broadcast.

Jiang Guanyu's psychological quality is still very good, although he was not lightly frightened by Best, but he quickly adjusted his mood and looked at the contestants from other countries curiously.