Marvel's Monster Hunter World

"The winner of this warm-up match is Bertie Lanza!"

"No one can stand up next to him!"

"Ohhhhhh!!!"

In the center of the arena, which was illuminated by lights, an on-site host brought by Tivan raised the Spartacus man with one hand, while the latter kept hitting the broken shield with the hand holding the short spear, and shouted: Heart-rending war cry.

Watson's dragon eyes could clearly see that when he let out a war cry, the host next to him obviously had a hold on his face and his lips were trembling a little. It was very professional to not let go and run away.

"His domineering attitude is revealed, he is worthy of being a Spartan."

"He, I have some impressions." Gao Tianzun also noticed this person and said, "He seems to have been caught on purpose."

"Did you get caught on purpose?"

interesting.

at the same time.

On the stands of the competition venue, four people wearing red hoods and cloaks were inconspicuous among the crowd, but their eyes never left the man in the center of the field.

"Bertie Lanza...he is indeed here."

"The largest martial arts conference in the universe is held by the legendary Dragon Clan. How could he be absent?"

"He has participated in hundreds of competitive competitions in the past fifteen years, but he would withdraw every time when the finals were approaching, so as not to become famous and be traced easily. Do you think he will do the same this time?"

"That's not important. Our goal is to catch him and win the team competition."

"Yes, I just didn't expect that he would deliberately fail and become a slave in order to avoid us!"

"Spartacus's face has been completely humiliated by him!"

"Humph, he is just a fugitive and is no longer qualified to use the name of Spartacus."

The leading hooded man said something, then turned and walked out, and the other three people quickly followed.

"Do we need to talk to the organizers here? Tell them to kick Bertie Lanza out of the game."

"No, we will sign up tomorrow. Don't forget, as long as we win, we can meet the King of the Dragon Clan.

As for Bertilanza, he can't survive the individual competition alone. He has long since lost his soul belonging to Spartacus! "

As soon as the words fell, several people disappeared into the sea of ​​people.

The players had already started to leave the stadium, and the engineering machines came out to clean up the mess. Bertilanza also withdrew his gaze and walked into the waiting area.

"Bertie Lanza, winner of the warm-up match."

At the entrance, the registration staff announced the curtain, and there was a burst of cheers from the warm-up waiting area connected to the pub below.

"Good job boy!"

"Hahahaha, this guy is so handsome!"

"Looking at his movements, he must be a veteran who has been on the battlefield for many years."

"Hey, look here." Several people wanted to rush up, but were stopped by others, but those people still shouted: "Sign up for the team competition, brothers! We are the three people who survived the second game, and only one person can register. It’s team competition! Come join us!”

"Lucky trash, get out of here!" A big two-headed man slapped the man behind him and looked at Bertilanza.

"Boy, come with us. You should have seen our power. Together we will determine the ranking!"

These people are all those who survived the previous warm-up matches. Some are lucky and some are strong.

In short, everyone's strength has been demonstrated in the warm-up match. All the surrounding pubs, hotels, and even large squares will have live broadcasts of the event. It is clear at a glance who is stronger and who is weaker.

If we can form a strong team, it may not be impossible to get a ranking.

But on the other hand, everyone else can see their level and strength. It is too easy to make a plan against them. In addition, they are a slave group and are more dangerous than others.

If one person is alone, the result will be even more confusing, so the one thing they have in common is that they all sign up for the team competition.

Only a maximum of three people can survive in each warm-up match. When there are still one or two people left, it is impossible to get a four-person team to sign up in one game.

So the activity of robbing people has been going on here for several days.

The person taking notes at the door didn't care about those people. He was tired of hearing it for so many days. He looked up at Bertilanza and asked in a formulaic way: "Do you want to sign up for the individual competition or the team competition?"

"Individual competition."

"We need to find enough people for the team competition...huh? What did you say?" The record officer's eyes suddenly widened.

Bertilanza glanced at the Recorder and repeated.

"Individual competition."

"Well...well, you are already on the list. I finally see someone with courage."

courage?

The corners of Bertilanza's mouth raised slightly. He no longer needed such low-level things. No one could make him back down.

"Can you please give in for trouble?"

The strong two-headed man looked at him in silence for a while, then stepped aside to get out of the way.

The head on the left said: "If you regret it now, don't let victory go to your head."

The head on the right said: "Confidence is a good thing, but overconfidence will only lead you into an abyss. This is the advice of someone who has survived eight games."

"Eight games, wow, you must be lucky."

"Luck is also part of strength, but I rely on my brain."

Bertilanza looked at him, his head paused, the corners of his mouth turned down, and he thought for a while: "Thank you for telling me this, but it seems that I can't change it anymore."

The two-headed man glanced at the Recorder, who shrugged at him.

"Well, good luck to you then."

Everyone expressed regret, and some people were mocking him for not overestimating his abilities, but he didn't care about it and walked to the tavern area.

But when he first entered the tavern and was about to find an empty seat to have a drink, he saw something out of the corner of his eye that made him suddenly stop and look sideways at the long row of bars on the left.

I saw the long row of Avengers starting from the left: Steve, Tony, Thor, Hawkeye, Sam, and Banner.

Go to the Asgardian group on the right: Sif, Fandral, Volstagg, Hogan.

There were ten people in total, filling the ten seats in front of the bar.

Moreover, these ten people also had their own aura. Some timid people went around them to buy drinks from the side, but did not dare to get directly in the middle. As a result, the area was as quiet as if it had been reserved, and they were the only ones talking to each other. Talking and drinking.

These people... I haven't seen them before, a group of ten? There should be two people competing individually.

Bertilanza set his sights on Thor and Vostak.

Thor has just awakened, and although he has complete control over the power of thunder, the aura of the king that he invisibly exudes becomes more and more obvious.

As for Vostak, he is the biggest among them and should not be weak in battle.

Others seem to be okay, but they are far behind me.

Finally, Bertilanza set his sights on Banner.

Is this a... mortal? A mortal without any strength or momentum?

He should be a support character in team competitions who uses technological items... It's not easy for such a person to survive.