"Ding, the current plane is Saint Seiya,"

"Task: Break through level 100, and the reward lottery draws are 500 times."

As the system sounded, a figure in white appeared.

Starting from the age of indescribable mythology, the sea god Poseidon, Hades of the underworld... all the gods covet the land on which mankind depends.

So, Athena, the patron saint of the earth, fought against these gods.

Some brave teenagers with justice among human beings also followed the goddess to fight side by side.

When evil intentions are to touch this world, the Saint Seiya who confronts it represents hope will also appear.

It is said that their punches can cut through the sky and their feet can break the earth. They have protected Athena since the age of mythology.

In order to protect Athena, who did not like weapons, the teenagers wore armors that imitated the 88 constellations in the sky called "Holy Clothes" and fought against the enemy with bare hands.

This is the origin of the Saint Seiya.

Greek Holy Land.

In a shabby little house, the young man in white opened his eyes.

"Traveling through time, what should I do to give me the identity of a candidate for the saint clothing?"

"The battle for the Holy Clothes of the Pegasus two days later, do you want me to compete with Seiya for opportunities?"

Ye Feng sighed helplessly.

The eighty-eight constellations in the starry sky correspond to the eighty-eight Saint Seiya. From strong to weak, they are divided into gold Saint Seiya, silver Saint Seiya and bronze Saint Seiya.

Forty-eight bronze, twenty-four silver, twelve gold, and four other unknown.

There are eighty-eight Saints in total, and countless candidates for Saint Clothing.

As a candidate for the saint clothing, countless hard training and training are to be able to have their own saint clothing in the future and serve the goddess Athena.

Ye Feng's current identity is a candidate for Saint Clothing.

Two days later, the battle for the Holy Clothes of the Pegasus officially began, with a total of 1,024 people running for election, each of which was an outstanding elite human being.

There is only one winner in the end, which shows the cruelty of the elimination system.

Moreover, this is just a battle for a bronze cloak.

A glimpse of the whole leopard shows the preciousness of the holy garment in this universe.

However, Ye Feng's current strength is not far from becoming a god at level 96, and the god level in this plane belongs to the weakened god level.

To give the simplest example, in some low-level planes, breaking the void can be called a god, while in high-level planes, the level of breaking the void is only an ant.

Although there are gods in this universe, they are not real gods.

According to the system's conversion, even the strongest sun god Apollo is only equivalent to the Xuanxian who has just broken through level 110.

Most of the gods are basically around level 100.

In short, this is a challenging and difficult world, but it is not enough to let Ye Feng retreat carefully to be his grandson.

Destroying planets, destroying rules, and reaching the speed of light, all seem to be very powerful.

However, Ye Feng can do what these people can do, and the various rules they master will only be more perverted and more unsolvable.

What bronze cloak is the holy cloak?

Even when Athena was in front of Ye Feng during her heyday, he didn't think he would lose.

He is worthy of anyone fighting at the same level or even fighting at the higher level.

In the battle for Saint Clothes two days later, he was only interested in Seiya's protagonist's fate, but Saint Clothes doesn't matter.

With such a powerful universe, I think the power of luck on Seiya will not disappoint him.

"Seiya, Seiya, let me save the world on your behalf."

"I'm not polite to your fate."

Ye Feng touched his chin and smiled evilly.

My eyes suddenly looked around and couldn't find the beautiful figure he had expected.

"I forgot that I was left in the giant's plane,"

"I'm still a little uncomfortable for a while."

......

Two days later.

In the arena of the Greek Sanctuary.

A total of 1,024 campaigners are fighting here.

Although there are many people, the venue is large enough. After the two-team matches, those who win ten consecutive games can laugh to the end and get the Holy Clothes.

"Oh, I always feel like I'm bullying the kids?"

"I punched the kindergarten and kicked the nursing home. I remember that I was also a legend in the world back then."

Ye Feng sighed and said.

These candidates for sacred clothing who are not even as good as those of the Bronze Saint Seiya are no different from those of a toddler three-year-old in front of him.

No matter how strong the opponent is, a simple and rough punch will make the opponent fall to the ground.

Such an easy way to win and a chic and calm demeanor have also attracted a lot of attention.

After all, the battles elsewhere are difficult to solve, so it is not like this one.

Finally, Ye Feng easily achieved a seven-game winning streak.

The fighting styles of each game are the same, and no one can escape Ye Feng's fist.

"I didn't expect that the opponent in the eighth game was you."

Ye Feng smiled unexpectedly.

Originally, he thought he would have to meet Seiya after one or two games, but he didn't expect to meet the protagonist here.

"you're good,"

"But I have a reason to win!"

Seiya said seriously.

Staring at the opponent, all the energy and spirit condensed to the peak.

"This one is called Ye Feng, she is too strong."

"Seiya is probably going to lose."

Standing on the high platform, the pupils under the Magic Bell mask shrank slightly.

Since the battle has been going on, no candidate for Saint Cloth has tested Ye Feng's true strength.

The speed was so fast that it was unresponsive that it was swung out with one punch.

It was such a simple and crude move that achieved the current record of seven consecutive victories.

"Seiya...be careful."

The magic ring whispered in a low voice.

Although she is Seiya's master in her name, she is more like a considerate elder sister when she gets along.

Seiya's chance of winning was too low, so she could only pray in her heart that even if Seiya failed, she would not be seriously injured.

"Tianma Meteor Fist!"

But beyond Mo Ling's expectations, this time, Ye Feng did not take the initiative to attack.

On the contrary, Seiya, who was the weaker side, was able to use his most powerful move and attack Ye Feng fiercely.

"It seems that you know that you don't have a good chance of winning,"

"I used a trick right away."

Ye Feng laughed softly, his face unremittingly.

Seiya's talent is indeed good, but that's only relative to others.

In front of him, a real plug-in player, Seiya's attacks are full of flaws.

"Weak, too weak."

Ye Feng's body flashed slightly, and in Seiya's surprised eyes, he avoided the fist he thought he would hit.

"What Saint Seiya?"

"Will Isn't it beautiful to go home to farm and raise pigs and get rich?"

Ye Feng said with a wicked smile.

A ghostly figure appeared beside Seiya, with her palm resting on the boy's shoulder, instantly activated her ability and extracted Seiya's luck and fate.
To be continued...