While everyone was waiting, the day of the finals finally arrived.
More than a thousand applicants for the individual competition were able to win six games, and only 78 people entered the finals.
The format of the finals is a single round-robin system, with pairs facing each other, and the winner automatically enters the next round, which continues until the last place is determined.
Most people are evenly matched, and winning or losing is just a matter of a thought.
There were almost casualties in the process, but fortunately the rescue was timely and no disaster occurred.
The long preliminaries are, to ordinary people, a popularization meeting for aliens.
There are those who are envious, and there are even more who are jealous, but no matter which one they are, they have to admit that in the future era, aliens will be the real protagonists.
The various arena matches, the strange abilities, and the scenes of competition that were completely different from those on the modern battlefield were all dazzling.
Contrary to what many people imagine, for most serial winners, the winning scenes are not exciting and exciting. Unlike boxing and fighting, the losers often lose inexplicably.
Only the winner knows why the loser loses, others can only see the loser fall and exit.
Even serial winners like Wen Rensheng and Xu Yunshuang, who are not very advanced aliens, cannot see how these people can win.
Therefore, fighting like McCann Super Soldier is more attractive to many ordinary people because they can see, have big fists, strong strength, and fast speed, and can knock down their opponents with one punch.
Of course, in the eyes of other people, they are dismissive.
"That super soldier must be the first finalist to be eliminated. No matter how powerful and fast he is, can he still be powerful with missiles?"
"Yes, he only has bloody courage. The scene looks very lively. How can he deal with those weird abilities? He can deal with a few weak priests, but other finalists are not something he can easily deal with."
"Guess who can make it into the top ten and who can win the championship?"
"I'm optimistic about that big star. He's so handsome. He looks like a champion at first glance!"
"I'm bored upstairs, can my face be eaten?"
"Isn't this nonsense? How many people can earn tens of millions of dollars a year just by having one face?"
"It seems that some mutants are judged by their appearance. For example, there are two classmates in my class, both of whom are similar in quality, but it is the more handsome one who activates the mutant..."
"屮......"
The location of the final was changed and it was in another large venue.
The venue is newly built, similar to the Colosseum in ancient Rome. Anyway, Dongzhou is rich and willful.
There are spectator seats all around, and below is the final venue.
The venue for the finals is much larger than the arena for the preliminaries, with more than ten acres of open space.
At such a distance, the audience obviously can't see anything and can only use telescopes to look down from above.
Before the finals, the Inspection Department and the local navy acted as organizers and selected people to speak.
In the venue, a high platform was built, which was only slightly lower than the auditorium.
"Dear audience friends, welcome to the final venue of the Alien Conference..."
The hosts, a man and a woman, were speaking their lines when suddenly there was heavy fog in the venue!
"Ah, what's going on?"
The first ones to scream were not the live audience, but the online crowd.
"What's going on? Is this a performance before the finals?" Some people were still confused.
However, as the mist turned red and turned into blood mist, everyone knew something was wrong.
"Fortunately, fortunately, I didn't have the money to go see it live, so I escaped a bullet."
"What exactly is going on? It doesn't look like a detailed sign."
"I seem to have seen these blood mist somewhere. By the way, I remember someone sent me a distress letter, and it had these things on it."
"Sending it to you? Who are you?"
"It's hard to say, it's hard to say. I'm just a small mutant with a small reputation."
There was a lot of discussion online, but everyone at the scene was plunged into chaos.
Of course, it was the spectators who were confused. They didn't expect that just watching a game could encounter such a desperate situation?
Blood mist quickly enveloped everyone, and in an instant, the huge final venue was enveloped.
When viewers on the Internet saw the blood mist clearing, they found that everyone had disappeared!
Audiences, contestants, hosts, security... leaving only an empty competition venue!
"How is this going?"
"God has disappeared?"
"No, in such an important competition, with such great attention, such strange things will happen. It seems that I should dig my hole deeper."
"Fool, this is not a mushroom war. What's the use of digging deep holes? Don't you know that ghosts like to appear in holes?"
"Then what do you think we should do? Should I set up a shack in a bar or in the square?"
"Well, that's right. Busy places are always safer."
"Yeah, haven't you seen that small fish and antelopes are all in groups? They can also escape when they are killed."
…………
The melon-eaters outside were taking their time to comment, as if they were watching a Spring Festival gala.
But the finalists and the final audience who were hidden by the gods definitely felt uncomfortable at this moment.
At this time, Wen Rensheng was scanning the surroundings.
With the blood mist, he felt a sense of familiarity.
This feeling of familiarity was none other than the feeling he had the last time he entered that fragmented world.
Could it be that the disaster aliens created a second fragmented world so quickly?
Wen Rensheng was a little surprised, but not surprised.
This is just like in the previous life during World War II, when we were all soldiers, some couldn't eat grass, and some were even tired of eating meat.
It was surrounded by a wilderness, with a lot of bloodstains on the ground, and faint bones and corpses mixed in.
Occasionally, some mice scurry out of the grass.
"Teacher, what should we do now?"
While he was watching, Wang Wenwen beside him asked.
Zhao Han, on the other hand, closed his eyes and seemed to be mumbling to himself, probably predicting something.
At this time, he was surrounded by only four people participating in the team competition, Lao Wu and Wu Shanshan, Wang Wenwen and Zhao Han.
His father and mother were in the audience just now and are currently missing.
However, Wen Rensheng was not panicked because the heterogeneous connection between them was still very stable and information could be passed on at any time.
This was thanks to his careful planning and prepared the alien resonance in advance, so that he was prepared for any trouble and would not regret it later.
"Don't act rashly. Check the surrounding situation first before speaking." He said casually.
The surrounding scenery made him feel inexplicably familiar.
The wasteland of blood, bones, rats, this looks like a game scene.
The Dark God of Destruction.
That's right, for experienced players, this is a rag-picking game. Later on, the biggest gameplay aspect is to defeat the three bosses every day and pick up the rags they explode.
Those disaster lords are really in a good mood.
What are the dangers in a place like this?
Wen Rensheng thought in his mind that simple rotting corpses and rats could not pose a threat.
It might be a big threat to those viewers, but to him, it was nothing.
The same is true for ordinary aliens.
Just as he was thinking about it, Zhao Han suddenly opened his eyes and said with a horrified expression, "Teacher, I saw a pool of blood. Those spectators were beside the pool of blood. They were tied to racks one by one. There were many people in black clothes.
The maid is holding a sickle, as if she wants to bleed them..."
Blood Countess?
Wen Rensheng thought this, and then asked a few people, "Are you playing games?"
"Not playing."
"Playing games means playing with things to lose one's ambition." Wu Shanshan said disdainfully.
"Yeah, what's so fun about games? I'm too busy with business." Wu Liansong nodded.
"Playing games can sometimes save lives." Wen Rensheng said quietly.
I didn’t expect that these guys are all people with high-level interests...
