Chapter three hundred and forty-eight professional competition
"The opening of the Ice Emperor has greatly improved everyone's strength. However, we cannot be complacent because of this. The world is very big, and your current strength is not enough."
"In order to encourage you to practice hard and improve your strength, the camp has decided to hold a professional competition!"
"The professional competition, as the name suggests, is a competition between the same professions. It is first held in the main cities. Each main city determines the top three of the profession, and then participates in the whole camp competition."
"In this professional competition, those who have achieved certain results will receive generous rewards as encouragement. The specific reward items have yet to be announced by the camp. At the same time, the results of the competition will be broadcast simultaneously to the entire team in real time.
Those in the dark camp watch.”
"What I just said is for you, and for our Sin City, the professional competition represents the face of our entire Sin City and the glory of the Dark Temple of our Sin City.
Therefore, you must achieve a good result!"
Hells's voice echoed throughout the second floor of the temple. No player spoke, they just listened quietly, and the same was true for Qin Wen. At this time, Hells's face once again returned to its usual indifference, and his tone,
It is beyond doubt.
Qin Wen vaguely knew that Hells seemed to have some unspeakable secrets. The old appraiser said before that Hells was also a well-known figure in the dark camp, and then disappeared, but he came to this sinful city to be a mentor. Come to think of it,
, there must be some unknown Xin Mi. It is normal for Hells to take a fancy to this professional competition.
Is it a professional competition? Haha, if you take action yourself, you won’t be able to escape this first place, so it can be considered as a way to repay Hells.
A faint smile appeared on Qin Wen's face. This was confidence. Qin Wen's confidence belonged to him. Even in front of the entire camp, he dared to say this.
"Furthermore, the results of Sin City are also related to your interests. If our results in Sin City are good, I will get an item that will have a certain bonus to the strength of the Necromancer in our Sin City.
"Hulse added.
Hearing this, the players began to whisper, and what was most important was their own interests.
"That's all I've notified you for now. The details will depend on the specific announcement from the camp. If you have anything you want to ask, you can ask me now." Hells said with a straight face, scanning the crowd.
"Uh, um, mentor, I would like to ask, when will this professional competition start?" A player stood up and asked.
"The time is to be determined. It will be three days at the earliest. This will give you enough time to digest the benefits gained from the extreme cold. I am just telling you in advance so that you can prepare in advance."
"Are professional competitions all individual competitions?" someone continued to ask.
"Individual competition and group competition each have their own share. A powerful necromancer does not need to rely on the strength of others, so single combat is the main focus!"
Several questions were asked one after another, and Hells answered them patiently. To be honest, apart from being a little paralyzed and expressionless, Hells was quite a competent instructor.
Qin Wen just listened silently and didn't ask any questions. Hells himself said that he was just telling him in advance. I think there will be a system announcement on the official website for details. It won't be too late to check it out then.
What he was most interested in was the so-called expensive reward. He didn't know what it could be, but Hells had just said that he didn't know yet, so Qin Wen lost interest in asking.
"Since there is no problem, let's break up and stay overnight." Seeing that no one asked questions, Hells issued an eviction order. The second floor of the temple, which had always been deserted, suddenly had so many people. He also
Some are not used to it.
Seeing that Qin Wen was left alone, all the players cast envious glances at him. Since the professional competition was about to come, it was normal for Yiye Qiu, the number one player in the dark camp, to receive special instructions.
However, there was a look of hatred mixed in these eyes. Qin Wen looked over and saw that it was Pluto.
The necromancers from Sin City gathered here, and he was naturally there, but he didn't speak.
With a casual smile, Qin Wen turned his head elegantly, but ignored him, completely pretending he didn't exist.
Pluto was stunned for a moment, and then his expression darkened and he clenched his fists tightly. Apparently, he could no longer bear Qin Wen's neglect.
However, here, he had no choice at all. After the God King and several players of the Nine Magic Kings whispered persuasion, Pluto finally slowly loosened his fist and left here without looking back. However,
I don’t know if he has any plans next. Of course, Qin Wen may not be afraid of him.
In the past, when Qin Wen was just a lonely little player, he dared to challenge the Nine Magic Kings. But now, not only does he have the strength of the number one person in the dark camp, but his reputation has spread throughout the entire Pinnacle Continent.
With the backing of the three major guilds of Wolf Nest Money Gang and Hua Qian Yue Xia, plus the help of everyone from Blood Killing and Yueguang, is there any reason to fear them?
"Sirius, you call someone first, I will come out to find you later." Qin Wen whispered to Sirius in a low voice.
"Well, I'll open a private room in Guanghan Palace and wait for you." Tianlang nodded and responded.
Hearing this, Qin Wen smiled and said, "Then let's talk about it first. You're treating me, but I can't afford the bill."
Guanghan Palace is one of the most expensive restaurants in the Peak, and the consumption is comparable to that of a five-star hotel in reality. Qin Wen has never been there.
"Okay, okay, I'm treating you to a treat. Look at you like that and crying about poverty to me. I'm afraid you are richer than me now." Sirius laughed and scolded.
Qin Wen smiled and sent Sirius away, while Hells was still waiting for him.
"Teacher, are you keeping me here because of the professional competition?" Qin Wen asked proactively.
Hells's rigid expression gradually melted away, and he smiled slightly and said: "Teachable boy, your current strength is the strongest in my city of sin, so in the professional competition, it will ultimately depend on you."
Sure enough, it was as expected by Qin Wen, but he didn't know what the meaning of Hells' keeping him was.
"I will do my best to wish Sin City the best results." He didn't know what to say, so he could only express his position like this.
"I naturally know this. Your personality and talents are the best I have seen in all these years. When I was your age, I was far worse than you. To put it bluntly,
Our ancestor may not be as powerful as you at your time."
Hearing this, Qin Wen couldn't help but twitch his eyebrows. You must know that Hells admired his ancestor like crazy, and now he can say such words. It can be imagined that his strength is indeed far beyond that of Hells.
Imagine.
"No, if I hadn't received the blessing of two skills from the statue of the ancestor, I wouldn't have been able to reach this level. How could I dare to compare with the ancestor." Qin Wen said humbly.
Seeing that Qin Wen was so respectful to his ancestor, Hells was quite satisfied.
