Super Seminary: Start by making up the three seafood generals!

"Crackling~~"

On an island covered with yellow sand, countless thunder and lightning roared, and terrifying energy was vented wantonly. After an unknown amount of time, the thunder and lightning condensed into a human figure.

Transformed into Zhao Xin's appearance.

"Have three more days passed?"

Taking out a towel to wipe the sweat off his face, Zhao Xin looked up at the sky, where the last match of the top 16 was being played out.

Without paying too much attention, Zhao Xin continued to lower his head and exercise his strength.

"Not enough. This kind of power alone is definitely not enough to defeat him!"

Zhao Xin roared in his heart, and the image of Ye Lingyun flashed through his mind.

…………

"Let us congratulate Wang Dadong from the Ultimate World for winning this competition!"

In the sky, the passionate voice of Cannon Fodder B was heard.

However, the audience in the Super God Universe was deathly silent.

This is because, among the local players from the Super God Universe who have been selected for the quarterfinals, except for Zhao Xin, who is a loser in their eyes, the only one left is Yan from the Angel Civilization.

"Yan, you will definitely win the championship!" a female angel vowed.

"Yes, that is the most powerful angel civilization. We will never lose to these arrogant aliens!" Countless people in the universe echoed this view.

I don’t know if he really believes it or is just seeking so-called psychological comfort?

Cannon Fodder B ignored their discussion and continued to arrange the matches for the quarterfinals.

First match of the quarterfinals: Yan (Bikki Bottom Demigod Land) VS Piccolo (Dragon Ball World)

The second match of the quarterfinals: XXXX (outside the land) VS XXXX (Rainbow Sea)

The third match of the quarterfinals: Zhao Xin (Bikki Bottom Demigod Land) VS Ye Lingyun (Super Beast World)

The fourth match of the quarterfinals: Wang Dadong (Ultimate World) VS someone (Fighting World)

As soon as the competition schedule was released, countless top powerhouses in the Super God Universe who truly understood the difference in strength instantly lost interest.

"How ironic, there are only two local players in the quarterfinals!" Carl from the Styx Civilization made an ambiguous mockery while looking at the Sky Curtain schedule.

"There's even no one in the Final Four!"

This made Carl more determined to welcome the arrival of the Sequence Era.

"The era of Kesha's theocracy has come to an end. The next era will definitely belong to the sequence!"

Devil No. 1, Liang Bing only took a look at the schedule and lost interest.

"Oh, we can't even make it to the semi-finals, what a shame!"

………………

In the blink of an eye, a month has passed, and the qualifying round for the top four of the World's No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament has officially begun.

One day, on a sunny afternoon, the originally dark sky suddenly lit up.

The next second, two figures appeared in front of everyone.

It's Passerby A and Cannon Fodder B.

Different from the previous battle commentaries, starting from the semi-finals, the standard of the World's No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament was significantly improved, and the number of commentators increased to two.

"Hello everyone, I am your old friend Passerby A."

"Hello everyone, I am the commentator of this game, Cannon Fodder B!"

"After a month-long wait, finally... under the expectant gaze of countless people, the World No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament semi-finals qualifying tournament officially opens today!" Passerby A stepped forward.

Cannon Fodder B continued, "Compared to the previous competition, the format of this competition has undergone many changes. First of all, the interactive mode will be open for a limited time. Anyone who has reached the continental level or above can speak freely in the sky!"

"The second point is the guessing mode. Before each game, you can choose the winner or the loser. There is no reward for a correct answer and no penalty for a loser. The main purpose is to provide companionship!" said Passerby A.

"The content of this reform has been fully explained. Now, please welcome the two contestants to the stage."

Passerby A said: "First of all, the first one is... the absolute favorite to win this competition, the contestant known as the 'Big Devil', Piccolo!"

"Everyone welcomes you with applause!"

“Pah pah pah pah pah pah pah~~~~”

Passerby A was the first to applaud, and then, under the gaze of everyone, a golden portal appeared out of thin air.

A series of virtual silver stairs appeared from the void, and Piccolo walked out of the portal, stepped on the silver stairs, and walked into the fighting arena step by step.

"boom!"

On the interactive screen.

"Fuck this little bitch with tentacles!"

"Sister Yan will definitely judge all evil!"

"Kill him and avenge the Godfather."

"Actually... I think Piccolo will win."

"Haha... How can a backward divine authority possibly defeat the great Sequence? The Sequence will surely win!"

"Theocracy is dead, order must be established!"

“Damn it, Fart God Carl, this tone must be you!”

…………

The contestants can also see the words on the sky curtain.

Piccolo glanced across the sky, his eyes full of mockery.

Passerby A found the right opportunity and handed the microphone forward.

"I see that contestant Piccolo is paying close attention to the opinions on the sky screen. Is there anything you want to say?"

"Oh, mortals are not worthy of discussing gods!" Piccolo grinned and sneered.

"I still say the same thing, indigenous people are indigenous people. If you are indigenous people for one day, you will be indigenous people for the rest of your life!"

"As for the rest, I'm too lazy to tell you. You don't deserve to hear it!"

Uh……

Passerby A's expression froze, and then he whispered a reminder to Piccolo in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"Hey, hey, hey...you are playing Piccolo, not Bei Sanshui, and certainly not Duanmu Yan!"

Piccolo was reminded, but he remained calm and collected.

"You asked me to attract hatred, right? After my research, I found that the above sentences are the most lethal!"

"Uh... well!"

Passerby A, who was choked and speechless, coughed awkwardly and then quickly changed the subject.

"Next, let's welcome Angel Yan with applause!"

“Pah pah pah pah pah~~”

However, at this time, because of Piccolo's previous ridicule, most of the audience, except for a few, were greeting Piccolo warmly.

Almost no one paid attention to Yan's appearance.

Cannon fodder B handed the microphone to Yan's mouth.

"I wonder if Contestant Yan has anything to say?"

Yan took the microphone and stared at Piccolo.

"Justice will eventually judge all evil, and you... are no exception!"

Piccolo's expression changed when he was stared at by Yan. Amid everyone's strange looks, Piccolo stared straight at the wings behind Yan.

He kept murmuring, "One, two, a pair!"

"You dare to shout in front of me with just a pair of wings?"

"What? Wings."

Hearing Piccolo's voice, Yan showed a puzzled look.

Piccolo did not explain. At this moment, he no longer had the mood to mock the audience. He walked to the fighting stage with a stern face and waited quietly for the game to begin.

Seeing this, Yan did not hesitate. He flapped his wings gently and stood opposite Piccolo.

The two sides confronted each other across hundreds of meters, and terrifying energy burst out from their bodies.

Seeing that the two were ready, Passerby A walked between them and raised his arms high.

"Next, I announce that the World's No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament, the quarterfinals, the first round, Piccolo vs. Yan, officially..."

"start!"