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"Zhao Xin is the one who believes in miracles!"

………………There is a valley among the distant mountains outside the Flower-Fruit Mountain. A thin layer of mist permeates the valley all year round, making it look like a dream.

On both sides are towering cliffs, covered with all kinds of mosses and ferns. In the middle of the valley is a clear stream, sparkling silver light under the sunlight.

Next to the silver-white silk ribbon, Zhao Xin, dressed in a green shirt, sat cross-legged on a huge rock. The rock was several people wide and one person high.

"Huh~~" Clouds of white mist came out of Zhao Xin's mouth.

Zhao Xin was meditating on a huge rock with his eyes closed. Several hours would pass between each breath.

At this moment, Zhao Xin's mind was still ringing with Ye Lingyun's words.

“Only those who are strong in their hearts can be called strong. Otherwise, having a strong body but no corresponding state of mind is just like a child holding a gun.”

"As a super beast warrior, no matter what difficulties you face, you must remain firm in your original intention, because only unparalleled faith can bring you enough supernatural energy."

"The height of a fountain will never exceed its source, and the power of a super beast warrior will never exceed his faith."

Thinking about Ye Lingyun's words, Zhao Xin's mind was completely empty, his heart merged into the world, and the terrifying heart net in his body instantly enveloped the entire world.

Suddenly, countless people's conversations came into Zhao Xin's ears.

The most heated discussion was about the finals of the World Martial Arts Tournament which would be held in a month.

All of a sudden, all kinds of comments flooded into Zhao Xin's mind. Facing the terrifyingly powerful Piccolo, most people were not optimistic about Zhao Xin.

Zhao Xin was clearly aware of the countless slanders and abuses from many people.

As the coverage of the heart network became more complete, gradually, countless dark sides of humanity flooded into Zhao Xinxin's mind.

Human trafficking, drug dealing, war manipulation... Zhao Xin perceives countless human evils in various ways, but each one is outrageous.

Even someone as steadfast as Zhao Xin, who could stand up even after losing consciousness, couldn't help but waver at this moment.

"The protection that Master mentioned, does it mean protecting these demons?"

A hint of confusion in his heart made Zhao Xin subconsciously want to retract his mind.

However, suddenly, an illusory figure suddenly appeared in front of Zhao Xin.

It’s——middle-aged Zhao Xin.

"Master!" Zhao Xin's choked voice rang out after seeing the shadow clearly.

The shadow of middle-aged Zhao Xin smiled and patted his head. "Why are you confused?"

"No, I'm just a little tired!" Zhao Xin hugged the shadow of middle-aged Zhao Xin tightly.

“Hahaha… If you’re tired, just have a good sleep and don’t think too much.” Middle-aged Zhao Xin laughed.

Zhao Xin raised his head and said, "But I still have a lot of things to do. The danger in the dark has not subsided. Endless evil forces are about to come to the known universe. I still have to protect the world. The most important thing is that I haven't resurrected you, Master..."

"Enough!" middle-aged Zhao Xin interrupted in a deep voice.

"Death is only a result. What's important is the process. Since I choose to face death, why should I resurrect? Zhao Xin, you are my former self, but you are not me anymore. You don't need to follow the path I choose. Follow your heart...you will be extremely powerful!"

After the middle-aged Zhao Xin finished speaking, he became fainter and fainter, and finally, he disappeared directly into the air.

"No, Master!"

Faced with the middle-aged Zhao Xin who was about to disappear, Zhao Xin excitedly wanted to rush forward and catch him.

However, he was empty-handed. When he came to his senses and opened his eyes, he found himself lying on a rock. It turned out... it was just a dream.

"Is this a dream?" Zhao Xin raised his hand in confusion and tried to grab the void.

In a place that Zhao Xin didn't notice, a sunny boy wearing glasses slowly put away a samurai sword.

Doing good things without leaving a name is just a mirage to me.

…………In the blink of an eye, a month passed.

The finals of the World's No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament are just around the corner.

As early as the evening of the day before yesterday, the sky was open to speculation about the champion of the World's No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament finals.

The result is that Piccolo's support rate is as high as 73%, while Xin Zhao's is only a pitiful 0.001%.

The reason why the sum of the two is less than 100% is that many people simply choose to give up voting.

“Buzz~~~”

The sky opens.

Unlike previous days, this time the sky was flashing with extremely brilliant golden light, and then beautiful colorful rays of light overflowed on the screen, and then began to flash rapidly.

Two ferocious golden dragon heads rushed out from it, entangled on the edge of the sky, one on the left and one on the right. Each dragon head had a bead in its mouth, and there was a name on each of the two golden beads.

On the left is Piccolo and on the right is Xin Zhao.

"Boom!"

As the golden dragon returned to its position, the sky curtain was completely opened, and a voice was heard from it, but only the voice could be heard but not the person.

"Hello, dear audience friends, I am the commentator of this competition, Passerby A!"

"I'm the commentator for this game, Cannon Fodder B. It's an honor to meet you all."

Two gentle voices sounded, and the next second, a golden arena slowly descended from the sky, with a gorgeous purple tail dragging underneath.

Obviously, this is the fighting arena used for the final battle, which is completely different from the previous silver fighting arena.

Just from the outside, the golden fighting arena gives people a feeling of heavy pressure, as if a powerful force is bursting out from it.

After the golden fighting arena appeared, a third-generation god from the Super God Universe had a serious look on his face. Feeling the momentum emanating from the sky, he couldn't help but sigh.

"I'm not even qualified to stand on it."

That’s right, if the silver fighting arena could withstand a full-strength attack from three generations of gods without getting damaged, then the more terrifying golden fighting arena would prevent the three generations of gods from even getting close to it.

The supreme power contained in it, even if it is just emitted unconsciously, is enough to keep the third generation of gods away. The fourth generation of gods can only barely stand on it. It is impossible for them to fight!

Looking at the glittering golden fighting arena, Liang Bing in Devil No. 1's eyes were shining, and she wished she could pack up the entire fighting arena and take it away.

"If this large piece is made into weapons, it can arm ten demonic civilizations. Who dares to say that I am the poorest main god civilization?"

The progress of the world's number one martial arts tournament is still going on in the sky.

At this time, Passerby A and Cannon Fodder B landed on a raised platform next to the golden fighting arena.

"Today, we are gathered here to welcome this exciting final. After more than half a year of competition and countless brutal qualifying and elimination rounds, the two players who can make it to the final are both outstanding."

"Each of them represents the highest level of this World No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament. I believe that what will follow will definitely be a peak showdown."

"So, without further ado, let's welcome our first contestant..."

"Piccolo!!"