Now, although the small universe that appeared in the arena is far less sharp than Shura, its nature is very similar, and it really cannot make the evil-minded Saga have a good impression.

Soon, he found the source of the small universe.

A black-haired boy of fifteen or sixteen years old.

"Now, how should I reward you, young man?"

Under the mask, Evil Thought Saga showed a meaningful smile.

At this moment, the stern voice of Shan Nian Saga came from the bottom of his heart.

"What do you want to do again?"

"I'm not doing anything, I just want to have some fun!" Sinian Saga replied nonchalantly in his heart.

They are good and evil, but they are mutually exclusive, and no one can live without the other.

"I'm warning you, don't forget your identity!" Shan Nian Saga reminded loudly in his heart.

"Don't worry, I've always remembered it! I am the Pope, the supreme ruler of the Holy Realm! A mere reserve fighter is not worthy of my action!" Evil Thought Saga replied impatiently, completely blocking the voice of Good Thought.

He knew very well that his rule could only continue if the sanctuary remained stable.

Therefore, he will not reveal his identity unless absolutely necessary.

In the auditorium, after receiving the response from the Saint Cloth of 'Swordfish', some reserve fighters rushed down from the auditorium impatiently and landed in the arena.

Yin Shiqi didn't hesitate and chased after him as well.

Swish, swish, swish!

In the blink of an eye, there were fifteen more reserve fighters in the arena.

Four women and eleven men.

Originally, female trainee fighters were very rare in training camps, and even fewer could ignite the universe after hard training.

After waiting for another ten minutes, seeing that there were no backup fighters to continue to leave, the Pope loudly said to the fifteen people: "The rules are the same as usual, two against each other, and the final winner will get the Bronze Saint Cloth of Swordfish!"

"Do you have any objections?"

No one said a word.

At this moment, Yin Shiqi slowly raised his hand.

"Young man, what do you want to say?" Seeing him, the Pope asked curiously.

"Your Majesty the Pope, I feel this is too much trouble!" Yin Shiqi said softly.

"Then you have a better way?" the pope asked suspiciously.

Yin Shiqi nodded and said: "I am the only one who belongs to the Holy Cloth of Swordfish, so let them wear it together!"

"Later, I have more important things to ask for your help!"

While waiting just now, he quietly observed the strength of the other competitors.

Most of them can only reach the level of more than 100 times the speed of sound, and the strongest one can only reach more than 300 times the speed of sound.

Even if they still have hidden strength, it wouldn't be too outrageous.

Faced with such a group of competitors, he really couldn't think of taking action.

Although this suggestion will make him look very eye-catching, he plans to apply for the Silver Promotion Competition later, which will be equally eye-catching by then, and it won't be long now.

At the same time, hearing his suggestion, the other fourteen reserve fighters couldn't help but get furious.

"Hey, kid, you are crazy about wanting to be famous! You actually plan to deal with fourteen of us by one person, you are so arrogant!"

"Yes! Don't think that just because you are a little better than us, you can be so arrogant!"

"When you meet me later, don't kneel on the ground crying and begging for mercy!"

…

All the reserve fighters were furious and cursed one after another.

Although they were not familiar with each other, they had also inquired about each other's strength while waiting.

The strong can easily see through the weak, but the weak cannot see through the strong.

But roughly speaking, they could still barely understand that Yin Shiqi should be the strongest among the fifteen of them.

He is also a competitor that everyone is afraid of.

But they are afraid of being so underestimated, and it is difficult for them to remain calm no matter what.

Unfortunately, the Pope ignored them. Instead, he looked at Yin Shiqi carefully and then nodded in their astonished eyes.

"Can!"

He could clearly see that this young man was much stronger than the other reserve fighters.

The final result is very obvious.

Since the outcome is doomed from the beginning, there is no point in competing according to the rules.

"What???"

Everyone's jaw dropped when they heard the Pope's promise.

"Your Majesty the Pope, I'm afraid this is not appropriate?" A tall and thin reserve fighter asked bravely.

The Pope glanced at him impatiently and said, "What's inappropriate? Let fourteen of you beat him up. What else is there to be dissatisfied about?"

"But..." The tall and thin reserve fighter hesitated to speak.

"But what?" the Pope said displeased.

Hearing the hint of anger in his suddenly rising voice, the fifteen people present were startled.

The tall and thin reserve fighter shrank his neck and whispered: "If the fourteen of us win, then who should the Swordfish Saint Cloth belong to?"

Although he couldn't see through Yin Shiqi's depth, he didn't think that his fourteen people could not defeat one of them.

There is only one Holy Cloth. If you defeat this powerful enemy, how should you divide the prize?

Hearing this, the Pope couldn't help but sneer and said: "If that time comes, it will be up to the fourteen of you to compete in pairs to determine the final winner and obtain the Holy Cloth!"

Unfortunately, his face was covered by the mask, and the reserve fighters couldn't see his expression at all.

"In that case, don't blame us for being rude, boy!" The tall and thin reserve fighter turned around, looked at Yin Shiqi and said with a proud smile.

"Yes, you asked for it!"

"You need to pay the price for being arrogant!"

…

All the reserve fighters echoed.

Although they were angry to be underestimated, it would be a good thing for them if they could gather the strength of fourteen people to eliminate this strongest competitor.

In an instant, most of the reserve fighters were immersed in the joy of expelling a powerful enemy. Only two or three reserve fighters remained calm.

That young man was just arrogant. Even the Pope allowed him to do whatever he wanted, which made them doubt how powerful he was.

"Are you ready? Let the duel begin when you are ready!" the Pope on the referee's seat urged.

Upon hearing this, the reserve fighters immediately dispersed and surrounded Yin Shiqi in the center.

"Give the order, Your Majesty the Pope!"

The tall and thin reserve fighter looked back at the referee's seat, then stared at Yin Shiqi and said proudly: "You asked for this, it's too late to regret it!"

On the referee's bench, the Pope immediately waved his hand and gave the order.

"The battle begins!"

The order was issued, but a very strange scene appeared on the battlefield.

At this time in the past, the reserve fighters participating in the battle could not wait to launch a ferocious offensive the moment they heard the order, hoping to catch their opponents off guard.

But today, fourteen reserve fighters surrounded one person, but they all stood strangely motionless, and no one took the lead.

"Tch! I thought of it all together!"

Seeing this scene, the tall and thin reserve fighter spat hard.

In this case, whoever strikes first will definitely receive the most ferocious counterattack.

In order to preserve his strength and reduce the number of competitors in the future, he made up his mind to follow the others.
Chapter completed!