More than 20 people came to the stage one after another to draw lots.

It can be seen that these people should usually be people with some status, so there will be no crowding and the like.

Although everyone is cautious and vigilant about the people around them, they show each other basic humility.

In this way, one by one, the stage was drawn, and soon it was Aoba's turn.

Aoba took a step forward and slowly walked towards Yoshida Tiger to prepare for the draw, and when passing by Manniu's side, Aoba even deliberately showed a smile to Manniu.

And the brute bull who was originally a wild bull with a reluctant attitude towards everyone else, faced with the smile that Aoba suddenly revealed, was stunned for a moment, and then reluctantly squeezed out a smile and returned an ugly smile.

In this way, Aoba nodded, walked past the wild bull, and stood in front of Yoshida Tiger to start drawing lots.

And the brute bull behind Aoba, cold sweat broke out on his back.

Facing Aoba, a person who can be on an equal footing with the clown, suddenly smiled at himself, and the pressure he brought to the bull was definitely not an honor, but a mountain of pressure.

After drawing lots, Aoba returned to the ring.

Passing by the wild cow, he habitually smiled at him again.

That smile didn't have any special intentions, it was just a greeting to acquaintances I had met.

However, the feeling brought to the bull is completely different, as if a big man inadvertently said a word, and the people below began to speculate whether there was any deep meaning in it, but in fact, there was no deep meaning.

At this time, the brute bull was like this, and his mind was cranky and wondered if Aoba was smiling at himself twice in a row, whether he was hinting at something.

At the same time, Aoba had already come to the audience, and waited until all the twenty or so people had drawn lots. The competition officially began.

There were no superfluous opening remarks, and Tiger Yoshida just took the stage and loudly announced, "Now the players who have just drawn the No. 1 and No. 2 picks are invited to the stage, and the game is about to start." ”

"Is it finally about to begin? Come on, let me see a new world!" a man dressed in monk's attire with a hat on his head and a Zen staff in his hand. Walked towards the stage.

On the other side was an old man who looked like an ordinary little old man, coughing constantly, walking towards the ring, and saying as he walked, "No, no, no, my legs and feet are not good when I am old." ”

In this way, the two of them soon stood in the ring.

Accompanied by a "start" from Tiger Yoshida. In an instant, the momentum of the two of them changed, and one waved the Zen staff in his hand and smashed it towards the little old man.

And the little old man's momentum up and down his body was different in the blink of an eye, not only did his momentum change, but his body also expanded instantly. From a thin little old man to a muscular old man full of muscles.

At the same time, he roared and swung his fist, and smashed it with a punch against the Zen staff.

I only heard a loud bang, the Zen staff and fist collided together, making a deafening sound, and after the two of them retreated, they immediately roared again, and then waved the Zen staff and fist respectively and hit each other.

The people under the ring looked at the battle on the ring with different expressions, and some of them had relaxed faces. Some are solemn, others are expressionless.

And the Sven man who used a scalpel as a weapon and wore glasses. After observing the first fight between the two, he silently shook his head and didn't pay attention to the battle on the stage, but looked up in the direction of Aoba, and after a slight pause, he walked in the direction where Aoba was, and after a few steps, he came to Aoba's side.

"What do you think of their strength?" Sven Man's eyes continued to look at the ring, but it was obvious that he was talking to Aoba.

"Not bad. Aoba nodded and said vaguely.

"Oh. Is it really good?" the Sven man turned his head to look at Aoba.

"At least it's a lively fight. Aoba nodded and said seriously.

"Indeed, it's very lively. But I'm not here to see the excitement. I hope someone can make me nervous!" Sven said, looking back at the ring, meaningfully.

"There will be. Aoba nodded. Then the Sven man nodded and turned around.

And after he walked away, Aoba continued and whispered, "But it's not me." ”

That's right, there are people who can make Sven men nervous, but it's a pity that that person is not Aoba, because if Aoba does it, Sven Man won't even have a chance to resist, so how can he be nervous.

And at the same time as the Sven man turned to leave, the victory and defeat were also divided in the ring, and in the end, the monk with the Zen staff won the victory, but he did not kill the little old man who had lost the ability to resist, but in the final blow, the Zen staff was stopped on the top of the little old man's head.

So the little old man announced his admission of defeat after sighing.

"It doesn't look like our No. 1 is a killer, but I still want to warn you that any extra mercy here could be fatal, so it's best to think about it when you show mercy to your men. After announcing the victory of the monks, Yoshida reminded kindly.

"Thank you for the reminder, but not killing is a precept I observe. The monk thanked Yoshida Tiger for his kindness and said.

"If you don't kill in a game like this, you're probably the one who dies in the end. Tiger Yoshida continued to remind.

"I understand! But if I start killing people to survive, then I'm not me. What is the point of continuing to live in this world even if I am not me? I would rather obey the precepts and die, at least I am still the one who dies. I don't want to live in disobedience, and then I will no longer be the one who lives. The monk explained in tongue-twisted words.

"I like people who have their own insistence, and although I don't agree with what you insist on, I still wish you good luck. Yoshida shrugged and didn't continue to persuade.

In this way, the monk walked out of the ring in the eyes of everyone who looked at him as a fool or admired.

"Okay, then please take the third and fourth players on stage. Tiger Yoshida announced loudly.

So Aoba looked at the No. 4 lottery in his hand and walked into the ring.

The opponent who walked on stage with Aoba was a man who looked to be in his forties, wearing a suit and carrying a briefcase in his hand.

As soon as he came on stage, the man greeted Aoba with a very polite look, "Little brother, we can draw a group, it's really fate, please be merciful to your subordinates for a while!"

The middle-aged man said politely, but the full malice that seeped out from the middle-aged man in front of him was something that the middle-aged man couldn't hide no matter how he tried to hide it, and with his ability, he wanted to hide it from Aoba's eyes, but it was still a little worse!

However, even though Aoba knew very well that the middle-aged man in front of him just wanted to let his guard down, he still didn't feel angry.

It's like a tiger watching a fox play tricks in front of him, and he doesn't care at all. When you have absolute power, any conspiracy seems to be just a joke.

"It's really fate, so let's just talk about it, why take it too seriously!" So Aoba said with a smile.

And just like that, the battle between the two began.

After Yoshida Tiger announced the start of the game, the middle-aged man still spoke politely to Aoba, as if he was just chatting.

Aoba didn't care, and responded with a pair or not.

"Where are you from, little brother? You look like you're still a student, are you a college student?" the middle-aged man said politely, while taking out a handkerchief from his briefcase and wiping sweat on his forehead.

"I live in Tokyo. Aoba replied with a smile, but not all of them.

"Oh, Tokyo is a great place! I'm from Tokyo!" The middle-aged man didn't care about what Aoba didn't answer at all, but continued to follow Aoba's answer, and at the same time put away the handkerchief in his hand to wipe his sweat and put it in his briefcase.

However, it may have been an unsteady hand, and the handkerchief slipped as it slipped into the briefcase and fell to the ground.

So the middle-aged man immediately lowered his head to pick it up, which was nothing, but when the middle-aged man lowered his head, the briefcase in his hand became a state of tucking away in the lower abdomen, and his other hand was hidden on the back of the briefcase.

At the same time as the middle-aged man squatted down, a banging gunshot came from the briefcase.

A bullet shot from the gun held by the middle-aged man's hand hidden on the back of his briefcase, and the target was naturally the defenseless Aoba.

However, just as the bullet flew next to Aoba, bursts of electric light suddenly flashed around Aoba's body, and a shield composed of electromagnetic appeared around Aoba's body.

So the bullet passed by Aoba's side under the action of electromagnetic force, and slammed into the ground behind Aoba.

"You, how is this possible!" The middle-aged man stood up straight, looking at Aoba with surprise on his face.

Obviously, although he was well-informed, he had never seen such a person who could defend against bullets.

After all, among the psychics, although there are many ways to fight against firearms, more of them are clever methods, and it is basically impossible to defend against this kind of bullet fired secretly.

So the middle-aged man who thought that such a sneak attack would definitely succeed was a little flustered.

"Little bastard, I don't believe how powerful you can be at your young age, Lao Tzu must kill you today, Lao Tzu will become the master of the new world!" The middle-aged man finally completely tore off the mask of camouflage, took out the hand holding the gun from behind the briefcase, and pulled the trigger continuously at Aoba.

I just heard the banging of gunshots ring out continuously, and each shot was aimed at Aoba's forehead without any difference.

However, when these bullets flew next to Aoba, they were all deflected by the flashing electric light around Aoba's body.

So one bullet after another bypassed Aoba's body, which was covered in electric light, and continued to shoot onto the ground behind Aoba, banging the ground into small holes. (To be continued)