The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 1181

The comic adapted from Yang Le's true story had a visible impact on Class 23.

The most obvious sign was that Class 23 barely touched his chopsticks when it was time for dinner.

Don't misunderstand, chopsticks is just a general term, although the territory of the Supreme Lord is clearly dominated by subculture.

However, having held so many competitions, they also provide knives and forks for people like Xiaoban who don't know how to use chopsticks, so there won't be any embarrassing situations where contestants don't know how to use utensils and therefore don't get enough to eat.

The reason why Class 23 couldn't eat was simply because he was disgusted by the opening Marvel zombie universe. There was no way around it; Yang Le drew the comics using a printing press that was actually a shapeshifter, which was like a Platinum Star with an A precision.

It's incredibly realistic, and with its vibrant colors, it's like a picture of a cake to satisfy hunger, making Class 23 feel full without even having to eat.

Class 23, who was feeling unwell, had to put their meal aside and wait until they felt better before eating.

The dinner for Yang Le and the others was also provided by the event organizers. Generally, the organizers only provide meals for the athletes, but Yang Le and Cassandra, who were not involved, benefited from Sprint and also received a hearty and nutritious dinner.

Along with dinner came news from the maids about tomorrow's match.

"The competition format has changed tomorrow?"

“Yes, Lord Damian,” the maid, her face heavily powdered, bowed.

"At the request of the Supreme Ninja, tomorrow's contestants will choose a weapon provided by the organizers in the morning and then use that weapon to fight."

"There haven't been any similar changes before, have there?" Yang Le asked, frowning.

“Yes, Lord Yang Le.” The maid turned to Yang Le with small, quick steps. “The original rules of the competition were set by the Supreme Lord from the beginning, and the competition mode was a simple one-on-one elimination system.”

"But the Supreme Ninja said that the same competition has been going on for so many years that even he, a junior, is tired of it, let alone the audience in the stands."

"The Supreme Lord also agreed with this statement, and decided to use this session as a test to introduce this new rule that would not change much."

Regardless of others, this new rule is extremely disadvantageous for Damian.

Although the Soul Sword would strengthen his body, the enhancement provided by the three guards was so limited that it was barely worth mentioning.

However, it's still better than his original frail body as a child, which at least increases his chances of winning. It's just a pity that he doesn't know what weapons he can choose tomorrow or who his opponent is, otherwise he could make a battle plan in advance.

Unlike Damian, who looked worried, Ban 23 seemed nonchalant. His strength came from the Omnitrix, and although the new rules forced him to use weapons he wouldn't normally use, he figured he could just use them as baseball bats and swing them around.

Therefore, after the meal, Damian and Ban 23 showed two completely different ways of coping.

Damian dragged Cassandra off to spar again, and the former even wanted to seek Yang Le's help, which Yang Le readily agreed to. At the same time, Yang Le also thought that the former didn't need to worry so much.

As for Class 23, after recovering, he first ate his cold dinner, and then picked up Yang Le's comic book again. Of course, this time he remembered his mistake and chose to skip the first chapter, waiting until he was mentally prepared before reading it. It wasn't that Class 23 was forgetful; he was indeed frightened by the comic book at first and wanted to practice his skills with Yang Le, but Yang Le refused, saying that he couldn't provide support to the enemy for the time being.

When Class 23 heard Yang Le say that, he started to sit down. He never expected that Yang Le and Cassandra hadn't been hiding from him while training Damian, and that he could have just watched and learned on his own.

It can only be said that he hasn't experienced any real danger yet. Turning other people's experiences into comics can only raise their sense of crisis, but it can't fully drive them.

Unlike Cassandra, who focused on teaching skills, Yang Le was more focused on building Damian's mental strength.

He told Damian that the skills the Assassins had taught him were already top-notch. Although they weren't suitable for direct combat, they could still be quite powerful when paired with a full set of assassin gear.

Moreover, he wasn't just watching the elimination rounds today; he observed almost every single contestant, and in his opinion, there were only three or four truly formidable opponents.

Needless to say, there's Miyamoto Usagi, and there's also a rhinoceros-man with a broken horn who's quite capable. The rest are a burly man with purple skin and a humanoid creature with some insect-like features.

The rest are basically nobodies; as long as Damian performs normally, they won't be a match for him.

Yang Le's encouragement was unexpectedly effective, perhaps because all of Damian's current equipment came from Yang Le, and Yang Le still held a significant place in Damian's heart.

Time flies, and the next day arrived quickly.

Early in the morning, someone knocked on the door outside the courtyard. When I opened the door, I found out that it was a guard under the command of the Supreme Daimyo. Unlike the bamboo pole-like things I had seen before, it was a normal humanoid creature wearing Japanese armor.

"Excuse me, everyone, but now it's time for the contestants to choose their weapons."

Because it was important business, the tired Yang Le didn't say much. He just felt more and more that he should change his habit of staying up late and make his schedule more regular.

Since getting the N metal bracelet and turning himself into a little superman, he has become increasingly reckless in staying up late, which makes him regretful every time he looks down and sees moonlight and looks up and sees sunlight.

Of course, I only regretted it for a short while each time, and I would do it again that same night, just like Hu Shi's diary.

Ok?
The guilt in his heart reminded Yang Le, and he immediately used the N metal cube he always carried to make a ring, and then secretly slipped it to Damian.

"This stuff isn't particularly pure, so its effect on you is actually limited."

Yang Le instructed Damian, who was preparing equipment in the room, "Don't worry, it won't turn you into a little superman. It will only raise your physical fitness to a higher level. With the enhancement from the Soul Sword, that will be enough for you to deal with all your opponents in the competition."

"Besides, you didn't show much strength in the first game. Even if you improved a little, people will just think you were hiding your true abilities. And the Soul Sword and N Metal can't be detected by urine tests, so you can cheat with confidence."

Yang Le gave Damian a thumbs-up, only understanding that it meant "don't worry," without understanding the second layer of meaning in Damian's words. Because it was his first time cheating, he nervously followed the guards.

(End of this chapter)