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The runner-up also received three prizes, a larger exchange card, a silver medal, and a long black arrow.

"You gave us a little problem!" The heroic lion man smiled and said to Levi Spring, who had already broken through to the legendary realm, "You broke through just like that, and the prize we prepared in advance was not suitable, so we had to make one temporarily."

He laughed and said, "Fortunately, something delayed it for a few days, otherwise it would be too late to make it!"

Levi smiled peacefully and bowed deeply.

At such a close distance, he could clearly feel the great power of the "staff" on the stage, and naturally guessed their identities. For him, the gods worked day and night to create treasures for him. This kindness itself was the best gift, even more precious than the arrow that had its own tracking and range-extending effects and could break through the magic field!

After he also took the prize, greeted the audience, and walked to the side of the podium, it was finally time to present the award to the champion.

"…The champion of the first world's first martial arts competition is——" The emcee, who was the incarnation of the celebration boy Wei, paused for a moment, and his eyes swept across the entire stadium, every audience, every staff member, and finally fell on Aaron, who had been waiting for a long time with his head held high and his face full of "I am anxious".

"Aaron Amoro Casadir from the Storm Sea!"

Aaron laughed and hurriedly ran to the podium, which was completely different from the calm appearance of the previous two award winners.

His age is already too old for mortals, but for a dragon, he is just a young man, and it is normal to be a little rough.

Fortunately, at least when fighting, he is still very stable.

He first looked at the young emcee carefully, his eyes widened for a moment; then he looked at the award-giving uncle carefully, his eyes widened again; finally his eyes fell on the "tray" floating next to the uncle, his eyes widened like duck eggs.

"This... this is..."

"Shh~" The emcee smiled and winked at him.

Aaron immediately understood, stood respectfully, and even his body was a little stiff.

"Don't be so nervous, relax, just relax." Sui Xiong, who was disguised as a tray, said with a smile, "Today you are the protagonist, show some spirit of the protagonist! Do you plan to wait hundreds or thousands of years later and say to your children, 'Back then, when daddy faced several gods, I was so scared that I was sick'? I think it's better to brag at that time, 'You guys are all too young and ignorant! Back then, daddy talked and laughed with several gods!' That's better..."

Aaron couldn't help laughing, and his original nervousness eased.

His prize was also a three-piece set, a redemption card that made him smile again after seeing the number, a gold medal that never wore out and could cast spells every day, and a soft black undershirt.

This black undershirt has only two functions. The first is that it can change its form freely. Even if he turns back into his true form as a dragon, it will turn into a black gas lingering around his body, and there is absolutely no need to worry about tearing it; the second is that it can invalidate any "dragon-slaying" spells or rituals, including those famous "dragon-slaying swords" and "dragon-slaying spears".

For dragons, there is no better defense than this!

Aaron held the prize and smiled so hard that his mouth couldn't close. If he didn't remember that this was a solemn and sacred ceremony, he would have taken off his clothes on the spot, put on this undershirt, and never take it off again in his life!

After the award ceremony, the blond lion man was about to say a few words, but suddenly stopped and looked up at the sky.

In the sky, the wonderful light slowly condensed and turned into colorful crystals.

At the same time, the source of the world surged, and every god with a field like combat felt a wonderful change.

"This is..."

"A new priesthood! A new priesthood in the combat field has appeared!"

"Has the combat priesthood been decomposed?"

"No... but a large piece has been split off!"

"What priesthood is this?"

"A duel... It's a duel!"

For a moment, many gods looked here, at the crystal that was slowly falling.

With a flash of light, a thick, furry arm stretched out from the sky and grabbed the crystal.

That was the god in charge of war in the orc pantheon, the creator and guardian of the bear people, and the orc god of violence and war. "Violent War Bear" Fabel.

As a god of weak divine power, He had long been eager to obtain more priesthoods and more powerful powers, so as to impact the level of medium divine power. Seeing the new priesthood appear at this moment, even though reason told Him that it would not work at all, His rough and wild personality made Him unable to suppress the greed and excitement in His heart, and He could not help but come to snatch it.

However, the thick bear claws grabbed the crystal several times in succession, but caught nothing.

The priesthood is the embodiment of the surge of source power, and it has no entity itself. How could He catch it!

Fabel roared, urged the divine power, and was about to forcibly seal off that piece of space. He thought that if he did this, he might be able to imprison the new "competition" priesthood and grab it away.

It is not known whether His doing this is useful, but it has already angered Morani.

Morani has long been looking forward to the formation of this priesthood. As long as he gets this priesthood, he will soon be able to transcend weak divine power and enter medium divine power. The entire Savage God System will also be able to grow a lot. The key is to have a complete system and no longer be a grass-roots team.

The lowest limit of building a god system is medium divine power.

For a long time, the "Sassy God System" is not so much a god system as a mutual aid association for weak and weak divine gods to keep warm together. Everyone has not been able to achieve the mutual communication of divine power.

If it were not for this, why would the "Wanderer of Abundance" and the "Wanderer of the Swamp" still be at the threshold of entering the realm of true gods? Even if Morani paid out of his own pocket to subsidize, he would have pulled these two old friends up long ago!

As long as he gets the martial arts priesthood and as long as he is promoted to medium divine power, he will no longer be ridiculed as a "pretentious fake god king" and will be able to hold his head high and be truly worthy of the title of God King!

Not to mention, He can also use the priesthood of fighting as his core priesthood, adjust his priesthood and domain, greatly enhance his power, make it more developable, and have a broader future!

Therefore, He is determined to win the priesthood of fighting!

Seeing that Fabel was about to imprison that space, Morani could no longer hold back, roared, and the battle incarnation that had been waiting nearby leaped up, turned into a mountain-like figure and flew into the air, grabbing Fabel's arm.

"Old bear! Do you really want to snatch it from me!" He roared angrily.

Fabel hesitated. As a member of the orc pantheon, He and Morani had some friendship, and knew the ability of this "iron lion" better.

Although they were both weak gods, if they really fought, let alone Fabel, even if he pulled two weak friends who were good friends with him, three against one, they might not be able to beat Morani.

He hesitated for a while, and his fear of Morani finally suppressed his greed, and he sighed deeply.

"Iron Lion, you want to buy me a drink!" The thick bear claws retracted, leaving only this sentence.

Morani smiled and nodded: "Good wine, enough!"

In the Pantheon, the "Iron Lion" who rarely spoke stood up, looked around, and said loudly: "Everyone! The priesthood of "competition" was given to me by the world. If any of you want to compete, you can hold a martial arts competition yourself! If you want to grab it now, you are deliberately against me!"

He said this, but his attention was mostly on a few seats.

The God of War, the God of Battle, the God of Strategy, and the gods in charge of war in various pantheons.

The priesthood cannot be taken casually. Only when your own ideas and abilities are in line with it can you have the possibility of getting it. Although there are many gods in the Pantheon, there are only a few who are really likely to compete with Him for this priesthood.

Among them, the ones that worried him the most were the God of Battle and the God of War.

The former was a direct victim of the formation of the "competition" priesthood. The power of this priesthood mainly came from the "battle" aspect, which was equivalent to cutting off a piece of the priesthood of the God of Battle. This act of pulling teeth out of the tiger's mouth could not fail to anger the other party.

The latter was the main god of the war pantheon. Although he could only theoretically control all wars and fighting behaviors and did not have a very reliable excuse for taking action, as a powerful god, his power made Morani very worried.

What's more troublesome is that he is the main god of the God of Battle.

Facing Morani's declaration, the Pantheon was quiet for a while. But just a moment later, the God of Battle stood up.

"Have you asked the master if you want to take other people's things?" He said coldly.

"You and I both serve this world. I did a good job and got the gift of the world, that's all." Morani frowned and said.

The God of Battle didn't say anything else, just smiled coldly.

Outside the main plane, near the Kingdom of the Savage God System, a turbid aura suddenly burst out, and a huge dragon-headed warship emerged from it.

On the top of the warship, the one in armor holding a spear was the God of War.

He waved his spear, pointed it at the Kingdom of the Savage God System, and silently issued an order to attack.

The giant warship, which was larger than a mountain range in the main plane, immediately moved from stillness, and rushed towards the Kingdom of the Savage God System at high speed under the sound of a war drum struck by a giant on the bow.

The God of War does not like to bicker, he only speaks with weapons!