Wear it quickly! My mad dog-like host!

The orcs were busy with infrastructure construction, picking up unwanted people from other races.

Although they were a little puzzled as to whether the number of people they had picked up recently was too many, the orcs suppressed the strangeness in their hearts when they saw the construction of the tribal land was changing day by day.

The new Beast God knew the reason, but since it was good for Him, He turned a blind eye.

And Qianghua also took action.

She rented the largest dueling arena in the capital of Saint Miss, planning to hold a grand martial arts exchange competition.

During this time, the new butler and Klauris have collected information on powerful people in the entire capital of Saint Miss.

In the royal capital, as long as you are willing to spend money, you can find out what color and style of underwear the king and the pope wear.

Of course, they don't think this is shameful.

Immediately, invitations to the tournament were sent to various forces in the royal capital.

At the same time, Qianghua asked Carol to post an invitation notice for the event, inviting all people from the Saint Meath Empire to participate in the competition.

No matter the power, only the strength.

Along with the registration invitation, the prizes that the official participants and winners will receive will also be announced.

When the nobles in the capital first heard about this competition, they all scoffed.

This shabby guy who always refused their invitations actually sent them an invitation!

The anger of being rejected after being invited many times surged into her heart the moment she saw the invitation. They also have dignity!

The nobles in the royal capital raised their proud chins high, with contempt in their eyes, determined to let the newcomer know how great their appeal was.

With just an invitation and the polite words "Dear XXX", she expected them to forgive her previous rudeness?

dream!

"But, Master, the prize for the winner of this competition..."

The trusted servant who was in charge of reading the letter looked at the list of prizes attached at the end of the letter and felt his eyes go weak and his throat dry, and he couldn't read it smoothly at all.

The nobles who heard the letter looked at them with doubt and asked the servants to bring the letter to them so that they could read it themselves.

Seeing this, everyone fell silent.

High-level magic crystals, potions for regenerating broken limbs, and magic defenses at the level of a great mage...

All in all, each one is worth a fortune, and each one makes them excited.

Is this new guy crazy?!

So many good things to give away to others?!

The dignitaries stared at the invitation in their hands with hatred and gnashed their teeth.

If they respond to the newcomer's call and join the competition, it means that they will be inferior to the newcomer in terms of momentum in the future.

Damn, this new guy is so rude, why did he reject their invitation before? ! !

Why should they be embarrassed at this moment? !

Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!

The powerful and influential people who received the invitation paced around in the study angrily.

But if I don't participate, it means that these things will fall into the hands of others.

As for stopping her from holding the competition… The powerful set their sights on the various prizes with desire in their eyes.

As far as we know, the most powerful person on the continent of Ovivia is only the Holy Mage.

And now, a defensive magic device second only to the Grand Mage level of the Holy Mage is right in front of them...

really?

Everyone who saw the news thought so.

All the races in the various news gathering places in the royal capital were discussing this news.

"There is no restriction on race here, so can I, Old Jones, participate?" In the bustling tavern, a drunk dwarf patted his chest and said loudly.

The diners who were drinking and chatting around him all looked at him when they heard this.

It was the first time that the dwarf Jones received so much attention, and he couldn't help but puff out his chest proudly.

"Hahahahaha..."

The bustling pub suddenly erupted in laughter, as if mocking his ignorance of the immensity of the world.

"Old Jones, what are you going to compete with the other contestants for? Are you going to compete with them to see how good you are at ironing? Hahahaha..."

"My God, Jones, if that's the case, you're not good enough for an orc."

Jones pouted and muttered, "What's wrong with blacksmithing? I don't even know if the prize written here is real!"

"These things are enough to support a middle-class family in the Saint Miss Empire. How can they be used as prizes casually?"

The other diners in the pub thought so too.

The tavern owner flipped through the notice and said, "It says that if you successfully sign up, you will get five copper coins. Is this true or false? Do you want to sign up?"

"Of course, if you run a trip, you can get a pot of beer. It's just a matter of going to see it..."

Before they could finish their words, a red-faced, breathless young man rushed in from outside the tavern and interrupted them.

The young man exuded excitement and shouted to the diners in the tavern: "Go to the duel arena!"

"The prize is already hanging above the duel arena!"

"It's just like what's written in the notice!"

"There are still a lot of gold coins!"

The pub suddenly became noisy.

"Really?!"

Some were still asking whether it was true or not, while others had already run out of the pub.

Along the way, all the races gathered in the royal capital ran towards the duel arena.

The entrance to the open-air dueling arena was not open, but as long as all races stood outside the arena and looked up, they could see the prize hanging in the air above the center of the arena.

Along with the prizes, there are gold coins that reflect the light of closed eyes under the sunlight.

Wealth and fame are so dazzling that they can’t even open their eyes!

"Sign up, I want to sign up!"

"I want one too! Where the hell do I sign up?!

People who were originally not optimistic about this competition signed up one after another, not for the prizes that they could not even keep, but for the exciting golden light.

What if they get lucky and win? !

At this moment, all races were dazzled by the prizes in the sky.

If these prizes are fake, those powerful forces will never let go of the host of this competition!

Thinking in this way, the authenticity of the prize is more credible.

The registration period lasted for three months, and the prize was hanging in the sky for three months.

Over the past three months, countless forces have tried to steal the prize, but all have failed.

Because they could not find any information about Qianghua, the various forces that began to look down on her raised her status again!

All the various forces can do is to urge the contestants at home to practice hard and strive to get a good ranking in the competition.

At the same time, I cursed in my heart the person who sent the invitation letter and then disappeared.

The royal family and the Vatican did not stop this event, which could be said to be participated by the entire population of the Saint Miss Empire.

In their opinion, no one will be more powerful than the people they train. In their hearts, the prize that belongs to the winner has already belonged to them, so why should they be stopped?

However, this does not mean that they will underestimate the enemy. After all, their arch-rival Royal Academy/Vatican Academy will also participate.

This game is also a good opportunity for us to show our strength to the outside world, and it would be best if we can defeat the opponent.

Therefore, the students from the two schools who signed up for this competition have suffered a lot in training over the past three months.

As soon as you open your eyes you start practicing.

When you lie in bed at night, your hands and feet have their own muscle memory.

In the Vatican College.

Alexander returned to his dormitory exhausted after a day of training.

As soon as the door closed, he collapsed to the floor, unable to move any part of his body.

If his body had not risen and fallen with his breathing, he would have been considered dead.

"Why is it so...tired..." After a long time, he regained some strength and murmured.

This was not what he had imagined his career at the Vatican Academy to be like.

It’s not that college life is easy, but it shouldn’t have been like this before. After a day of training, he even had to rely on perseverance to have the strength to walk.

But if he doesn't participate in the training, he really can't just stand by and watch others improve their strength little by little through hard training.

"I'm so tired..."

He sighed and closed his eyes.

Forget it, I’ll wash up tomorrow morning.

……