v3 Chapter 1538： The Avengers and Asgard's charter

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"The winner of this warm-up match is Bertie Lansa!"

"By his side, no one can stand up!"

"Ohhhhhhhh!!!"

In the center of the arena where the lights were gathered, a live host brought by Tiwan lifted the Spartacus with one hand, and the latter kept his hand with a short spear hitting the broken shield and issued A heart-piercing battle cry.

Watson's Long Tong could clearly see that when he uttered a battle cry, the host next to him was obviously held back on his face, and his lips were a little trembling. It was already professional ethics to escape without releasing his hand.

"Exposed domineering, worthy of Sparta."

"He, I have some impressions." Gao Tianzun also found this person and said, "He seems to have been arrested on purpose."

"Intentionally caught?"

interesting.

at the same time.

On the grandstand of the competition venue, four people in red hooded capes hidden among the crowd of spectators were unremarkable, but their eyes never left the man in the middle of the field.

"Berty Lansa... he really came."

"The first martial arts convention in the universe was held by the legendary dragon clan. How could he be absent."

"He has gone to hundreds of competitive competitions in the first fifteen years, but he will quit every time he approaches the finals, so as not to be famous and easier to track down. Do you think he will do this this time?"

"That's not important. Our goal is to catch him and win the team competition."

"Yes, I just didn't expect that he would deliberately fail to become a slave in order to avoid us!"

"Spartacus has lost his face!"

"Hmph, he is just a fugitive, he is no longer qualified to use the name of Spartacus."

The hooded man in the lead said something, then turned his head and walked out, and the other three quickly followed.

"Do we need to talk to the organizers here? Let them kick Bertie Lansa out of the game."

"No, we will sign up tomorrow. Don't forget, as long as we win, we will be able to meet the Dragon King.

As for Berti Lansa, he can't survive the individual competition alone, he has long lost the soul of Spartacus! "

When the words fell, a few people disappeared in the crowd.

The arena has already begun to exit, the engineering machinery came out to clean the endgame, Bertie Lansa also retracted his eyes and walked into the waiting area.

"Berty Lansa, won the warm-up match."

At the entrance, the registration staff reported a scene, and there was a burst of applause in the warm-up waiting area connected to the tavern below.

"Good boy!"

"Hahahaha, this guy is so handsome!"

"Looking at his actions, he must be a battlefield veteran."

"Hey, look here." Several people tried to rush up, but they were stopped, but those people still shouted: "Registration for the team match brothers! We are the three who survived the second game, only one can register. The team competition! Come with us!"

"Lucky rubbish, get out of here!" A big two-headed man slapped the man behind him and looked at Berti Lansa.

"Boy, with us, you should have seen our strength, we decided to get the ranking together!"

These people are the ones who survived the previous warm-up matches. Some are lucky and some are tough.

In short, everyone's strength has already been shown in the warm-up match, and all the pubs, hotels, and even the big square around will have live broadcasts of the game. It is clear who is strong and who is weak.

If a powerful group can be formed, it is not impossible to get the ranking.

But on the other hand, other people can see their level and strength. It is too easy to make a plan for them, plus they are a slave group, which is more dangerous than others.

If one person is alone, the result is even more unresolved, so they have to register for the team competition.

And each warm-up match can only survive up to three people, and when there are many one or two people left, it is impossible to get a four-person team to sign up in one game.

So the activity of robbing people has been going on here for several days.

The person who recorded at the door didn't care about those people. After so many days, I was tired of listening. He looked up at Bertie Lansa and asked formulaically: "Do you want to register for the individual competition or the team competition."

"Individual competition."

"Team matches need to find enough people... Um? What did you say?" The recorder's eyes suddenly widened.

Bertie Lansa glanced at the recorder and repeated it.

"Individual competition."

"Well...well, you are already on the list, and finally let me see a courageous one."

courage?

Bertie Lansa's mouth raised slightly, he hadn't needed such a low-level thing long ago, and no one could make him shrink.

"Can you give me trouble?"

The strong two-headed man looked at him in silence for a while, then turned sideways and stepped aside.

The head on the left said: "If you have time to regret now, don't let victory go to your head."

The head on the right said: "Confidence is a good thing, but overconfidence will only plunge you into the abyss. This is the advice of those who survived eight games."

"Eight games, wow, you must be lucky."

"Luck is also part of strength, UU reads but I rely on my mind."

Bertie Lansa paused when he saw his heads, and the corners of his mouth were bowed, and he thought for a while: "Thank you for telling me this, but it seems that I can't change it."

The two-headed glanced at the recorder, who shrugged at him.

"Well, good luck then."

Everyone expressed a pity, and some people were insinuating that he was overpowered, but he didn't care about it, and walked towards the tavern area.

However, when he had just entered the tavern, he was about to find an empty seat for a drink. The corner of his eye didn't know what made him suddenly stop, and he looked sideways to the bar leader on the left.

I saw the start of the Avengers group on the left of the long line: Steve, Tony, Thor, Hawkeye, Sam, Banner.

To the Asgard group on the right: Schiff, Fandral, Vostag, Hogan.

A total of ten people filled the ten seats in front of the bar.

Moreover, these ten people also have a kind of aura. Some timid people go around them to buy wine from the side, and they dare not directly intervene in the middle. As a result, the area is as quiet as being chartered, only they themselves are interacting with each other. Talking and drinking.

These people... I haven't seen them before, a group of ten? There should be two individual matches.

Bertie Lansa set his sights on Thor and Vostak.

Thor just awakened, and although he completely controlled the power of thunder, the invisible aura of the king became more and more obvious.

As for Vostak, he is the biggest among these people, and the battle should not be weak.

Others seem to be okay, but they are far behind me.

Finally, Bertie Lansa set his sights on Banner.

This is a...mortal? A mortal without any strength and momentum?

It should be a team match supporting role with technology props... This kind of person is not easy to survive.

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