In an antique tea room, a long-haired woman in her twenties, wearing a kimono, was sitting on her knees next to the coffee table.
This woman's face is fair and cold, her eyes are very dead, and she looks hollow.
The woman's real name is Kurai Miya, and she is the most outstanding female ninja in Japan.
In the corner of the tea room, there was a man who looked to be in his thirties, with a samurai haircut and a shaggy beard, sitting against the wall, holding a wine flask in his hand, drinking alone.
The man's real name was Ogawa Takehito, and he was an extremely famous swordsman in the Japanese country.
At this time, a middle-aged man in his late fifties came to the door of the teahouse with a bundle in his hand, took off his clogs and walked in.
The middle-aged man, whose real name is Matsuzaka Taichi, is the shadow of the Japanese country and the top existence among ninjas.
Matsuzaka Taichi glanced at the two people in the tea room and said slowly: "The venue for the Battle of the Gods competition is set in Bermuda. There are three bracelets here, which we each wear on our wrists."
Miyo Kurai asked: "Teacher, what is this bracelet for?"
Matsuzaka Taichi explained the purpose of the bracelet, looked at the two of them, and said slowly: "This battle between the gods is extremely dangerous. Are you two sure you want to go with me?"
Kurai Mei said: "My life has become boring after my junior brother's death. This time I can join the teacher in the battle of the gods and help the teacher revive the family. I will be very happy."
Ogawa Takehito took a sip of wine and said to Matsuzaka Tai: "I never like to owe people favors. I owe you my life. I will repay my kindness by accompanying you in the competition this time. I am obligated to do so."
Matsuzaka Tai nodded, looked at Kurai Miya, and said: "According to reliable information, China's candidate for the competition this time is most likely Han Jiulin, China's northern warlord. Ronin died in his hands in the first place."
Miyo Kurai suddenly raised her head, her eyes were cold, and she said in a cold voice: "In that case, this disciple will definitely kill this person this time to avenge my junior brother!"
Matsuzaka Taichi solemnly said: "What I want to tell you is, don't be too impetuous. This time we participate in the battle of the gods and find ways to get more bracelets. The most important thing is to win the game.
You should understand how important it is for me to win the battle of the gods this time to revitalize my family. If you are blinded by hatred, don’t follow me!"
Mizu Kurai was startled, then nodded and said, "Don't worry, teacher, I understand."
Matsusaka Taichi nodded with satisfaction, waved his hands and said, "Well, that's good.
Pack your bags and leave in the afternoon."
Tianzhu, the Great Buddhist Temple.
Under the splendid Buddha statue, a young monk in his twenties wearing orange robes clasped the bracelet on his wrist.
This person is none other than the Buddhist disciple of Tianzhu, an Arhat.
Beside him, there were two older middle-aged monks who also put bracelets on their wrists.
These two people are both Vajra Arhats from the Great Buddha Temple.
The Dharma is profound and the cultivation is strong. One of them is named Abhishek and the other is named Floz.
After putting on the bracelets, the three Arhats put on their makeup, knelt down in front of the futon, and paid homage devoutly to the Buddha statue.
After getting up, an old monk took out a Buddhist pestle about 1.6 meters long from the side, handed it to the young monk, and sighed: "Arahant, as a disciple of the Buddha, why should you put yourself in danger?"
A holy smile appeared on the face of the Arhat: "Buddha said, if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell? The battle of the gods is related to our country's status in the world and to the development of the next few years. For the sake of believers in the world and our subjects
, it is my duty to do so.”
The old monk expressed his gratitude and bowed deeply.
The Arhat walked out of the hall and came to the temple with the two Dharma Protectors.
Seeing that there was no one around, the Arhat said to the two Dharma Protectors: "If we can win the battle of the gods this time, the rise of Buddhism will be inevitable. Then we can compete with the Brahmans. For this competition, we will only
You can win, you can't lose, no matter what the cost!"
"Respect the law!"
Abhishek and Froz both bowed and agreed.
"Let's go."
The Arhat nodded with satisfaction and tapped the Vajra pestle in his hand gently on the ground. The golden ring on the top of the pestle jingled. A relic the size of an egg contained colorful luster under the bright sun.
United States.
Inside a tall and magnificent building full of modern technology.
In an empty room filled with a metallic atmosphere, there were two men and one woman, each sitting on a black leather sofa.
One of them, a man in his late forties, wearing a crisp suit and a beard, looked at the other two, with a gentlemanly smile on his face, and introduced himself: "Hello, my name is Marshall."
The second man was two meters tall. He was as tall as a mountain. He had a great appetite. He was holding a pack of fried chicken in his hand. A chicken drumstick the size of an ordinary person's palm was in his mouth.
Like tiny snacks, one in each mouth, even the bones are not spit out.
The burly man nodded slightly and said in a very thick voice: "I am Rudolf."
The two of them were talking and looked at the third person, the only woman.
This woman had blond hair, wore a red leather jacket and leather trousers, and had a good figure that was extremely hot. When she saw the two people looking at her, she said expressionlessly: "Sabrina."
Soon, a tall black man in a suit pushed open the door and came in. He held three bracelets in his hand and placed them in front of the three of them.
"Iron Man Marshall, you are the captain of this Battle of the Gods team.
Mutant Rudolph, android Sabrina, you two must fully cooperate with Marshall in this operation."
The three Marshalls had no objection to this arrangement. Marshall asked: "In this battle of the gods, we only need to get enough bracelets, right?"
The black man shook his head and said: "There is another task. China has recently launched a product called Vitality. After investigation, we found that this product does have the effect of extending people's life.
According to reliable information, the boss behind this product is none other than Han Jiulin, the war master of the Northern China War Zone.
He is likely to appear in this War of the Gods, and I need you to get the production method of vitality from him at all costs! This task is even more important than the War of the Gods itself!"
Marshall smiled and said: "Extending life?
If they can get this technology, those consortium men will definitely pay a high price, right?"
The black man nodded and said, "Not bad!"
Marshall stood up and said with an elegant smile: "Okay, I understand. Don't worry, as long as Han Jiulin appears in the Battle of the Gods, I will definitely be able to pry open his mouth and get the product technology!"
The black man nodded and said: "You three are the three most elite warriors that our country has developed and built from three different directions, spending a lot of money and energy. We believe that you can succeed!"