"Who is so angry? Before I go to Jubaoshan, I will fight in the first place?" Balk said as soon as he finished speaking, a very disdainful voice came from the backstage. At this time, the eight players who became the quarterfinals had all arrived on the front stage waiting for the boss of the competition to personally award the qualification token.

When he heard this, no matter Balk, Rhode, or other contestants, his eyes were all disdainful. At this time, the host was slowly coming from the backstage to the front stage, and everyone's eyes subconsciously fell on him. However, when the quarter-finals players saw that there were still a group of people following the host, their eyes were all condensed in an instant.

The host was holding a plate with respect with both hands, like a maid, lowering his head to the way for the group behind him. On the plate was a stack of tokens made of platinum, emitting a dazzling light. Behind the host was a group of ugly and hideous strong men, with a total of eight people, all wearing all platinum helmets and gray armor.

Although they walked quietly behind the host without making any sound, their arrogant expression and the inadvertent pride on their faces clearly showed that these people's identities were far higher than those of the host. Just after everyone looked at these strong men, they all felt disdain and ridiculous expressions.

However, when they subconsciously used their breath to explore the breath of the strong men, they were shocked and frowned. Those with strong willpower only had their heartbeat slightly faster, but those with slightly weak willpower were all shocked by the strong men in front of them.

He took a big step involuntarily and took a breath of air conditioning at the same time.

"It's so strong! Everyone has the strength of a high-level cultivator. The strongest ones have reached the peak of a high-level cultivator. The weakest ones also have the intermediate-level cultivator!" Wuqi was shocked in his heart and said softly.

Nakolulu and Seus looked at each other and immediately saw the shock in each other's eyes. The next moment, the disdain in their eyes was gone, and there was only self-deprecation.

Being able to stand out among more than a thousand contestants and finally become one of the quarterfinals easily, these results are definitely enough to make them proud, but compared with the eight strong men who just walked out of the backstage, whether it is the arrogant Barker, the always cold Rhode, or the naturally cheerful Wuqi, they all feel palpitations.

These three people have reached the level of advanced cultivators. Even they are afraid of the eight strong men, let alone Na Kelulu. Xius's strength is just players at the level of intermediate cultivators.

When the eight strong men followed the host out of the backstage with great swagger and came to the ring to scan all the eight contestants with disdain, they stood still at the same time, then suddenly turned around and bowed respectfully to the backstage, and said in unison: "Boss! The strength of the eight contestants has been reviewed, which is one level overall higher than the last time."

After the words fell, laughter sounded, and it was still heard from the backstage. The contestants had already felt pressure on the strength of the eight strong men, but now they heard that there was a boss they said that did not appear, and then everyone remembered the voice just now.

Apart from being called the boss by eight strong men, they really couldn't think of anyone else. As expected, after the strong men reported the work assigned by their boss in unison, a middle-aged man who was 1.8 meters tall but extremely cold-looking slowly walked out of the backstage.

He walked very slowly, and every step was extremely ordinary, looking careless, and seemed to have no interest in the reports of the strong men just now, and even kept venting while walking. At first glance, he looked like he was not completely awake. However, being so respected by the eight strong men, the contestants did not dare to despise this person anymore.

The middle-aged man had a pair of pointed eyebrows, which were stuck diagonally on his face like two sharp knives. His eyes were slightly narrowed, but the color of his eyes was different from all the contestants and strong men present. It was not the most ordinary black and blue, but it turned out to be brown.

The middle-aged man wore a special helmet on his head, which looked exactly the same as the helmets of eight strong men. However, unlike them, there was a golden feather inserted at the top of his helmet. The feathers looked very ordinary, but after seeing the golden feather on the middle-aged man's head, the eight strong men all showed a look of respect and fear on their faces.

Barke was originally extremely confident in his strength. Even after the arrival of eight strong men, he was a little surprised and was not as shocked as other contestants. After all, his identity was extraordinary. There were many master-level cultivators he had seen, let alone these advanced cultivators.

However, when he saw the middle-aged man appear and subconsciously explore the other party's aura with his breath, the fear on Balk's face was finally completely replaced by surprise.

It turned out to be the master level aura! I didn't expect that in an ordinary competition, the leader of the organizer actually had this kind of strength. I really underestimated them.

"Suspicious? Why don't you talk anymore? I'm asking you. Don't you want to fight another game? Why don't you have the courage to talk now?" Balk, a master-level powerful man, has seen many, but he has only seen him, and has never really fought, and has never talked to the other party under the pressure of the master-level powerful man.

From his birth to the time when the middle-aged man appeared just now, he always felt that the master-level strongman was nothing special. As long as he continued to work hard, becoming a master-level strongman was just around the corner, and it was not impossible to surpass him.

However, when the middle-aged man really looked at him, he suddenly felt like he was tied up by a rope, and he could not move at all. An invisible pressure emitted from the other person's body made him almost breathless.

Balk's face suddenly turned pale. It was not until this time that he finally understood why the master-level powerhouse he had met was so hugely different from the middle-aged man in front of him. It was not that the master-level powerhouse he had contacted before was not strong, but because those master-level powerhouses were afraid of their uncle and deliberately did not release pressure when they came into contact with him.

Even Balk felt the invisible pressure, and the others felt even more than that. Naklulu and Sius, who were a whole level lower than Balk, heard the middle-aged man ask again, did not hear the exact words in their ears, but seemed to suddenly hear the rumbling thunder.

Every time the middle-aged man uttered a word, a spring thunder suddenly exploded in their minds, causing their eardrums to hurt, and their minds became unstable in an instant. His body shook and he couldn't help but spew a mouthful of blood at the same time.

"Who doesn't have the courage? I want to fight!" After being stimulated by the middle-aged man's words, Balk's previous pressure and fear were instantly swept away. The nameless fire suddenly appeared again, rushing through his forehead, causing Balk's eyes to appear in thick flames again. He suddenly roared and said.

He was in a very hot mood at this time, and even his body seemed to have a thick layer of gold. "I really didn't see that, just a senior practitioner, dared to talk to me like this. But I admire you." The middle-aged man suddenly clapped his hands and laughed when he saw Balk's reaction. The eight strong men were stunned when they saw the boss's actions.

Although none of them spoke, and even none of them dared to look up, their eyes showed incredible gazes, and they thought to themselves: What's wrong with the boss today? If he had his usual temper, wouldn't that boy should have gone to see the King of Hell long ago? I don't understand.

It is normal for them to not understand. A middle-aged man is strong and naturally he will not have less experience. Of course, his ideas cannot be comparable to those stupid followers who only know how to practice but cannot use his brain. Otherwise, he would not have been able to sit firmly on the neutral land of Mendau Plateau, which has been firmly on the neutral land of Mendau Plateau for so many years.

"Boy, you said it very well. Only with this courage can you survive smoothly in Jubaoshan, otherwise you should get home early. Since you want to fight with that boy named Wuqi, I will just approve it. However, I have to attach a condition and a reward to this battle."

The middle-aged man looked at Balk with a smile for a long time, suddenly his eyes turned cold and he said, "The condition is that this match is over, neither of you can fight to the death. As long as one side admits defeat or falls into the ring, it will be over. As for the rewards. If both of you win, who will be the captain of this adventure team. Do others have any objections?"

This time, the middle-aged man's tone was very calm, and he quietly retracted his pressure, so Seus, Naklulu and all the other players heard it very clearly, but they were not interested in the captain's position. For them, they had only one purpose for going to Jubaoshan, which was the medal. No one cared about other things.

So, after the middle-aged man finished speaking, he did not hear anyone's objection, so he slowly walked onto the ring, smiled and glanced at everyone, nodded and said, "Okay. Then you can hold the token first. The game, after you pack the token, you can start."

After saying that, he saw his right hand swaying in front of the eight strong men. The eight strong men all rose from the ground with him at the same time, turned into nine streams of lights with him, and entered the backstage. No one of his subordinates was left, but he only left the host and threw a command-like statement: "You should host this game. The audience should like it very much."

"Yes, boss." The host immediately bowed respectfully to the backstage. Until this time, his heart, which had been beating wildly, finally recovered and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Although his face slowly returned to calm, his heart was still afraid of the pressure that appeared behind the boss's sudden appearance just now.

In less than a minute, all eight players received their tokens. The last play-off of this game finally began with the host's passionate announcement.

Wuqi stood opposite Balk, neither of them spoke, and they looked very quiet, but their expressions were different. Wuqi's face showed excitement when he could fight with a strong man who was one level higher than him. He even had a bright black light in his eyes, while Balk's face was full of anger.

This anger was silent, but it was suppressed for too long, which made his body look like it was covered by a layer of flame, and its momentum was very terrifying. However, when the host retreated to the sidelines, no one noticed that a slight disdain suddenly flashed across Balk's face.

Wuqi did not notice it, but even if he discovered it, he would only regard this disdain as the other party's contempt for him, but he would not even think that Balk's anger was no longer just targeting him, but also the middle-aged man who almost suffocated his mind just now.
Chapter completed!