Those who reincarnate must die.

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Based on the recruitment schedule, the Supernova Competition should be held on the 4th of next month.

Since the Broken Sword no longer had a memory card, there was no point in Zhang Lang staying in the East Sea any longer. In addition, with the start of school approaching, Zhang Lang returned to Yunzhou early.

As for Cheng Siyun, she is a very busy person in real life. She left Donghai after the meeting.

In a remote mountain area of ​​ASEAN, Ning Chengyu, dressed in a white robe, stood under a waterfall, a long sword at his waist, ready to draw it.

The waterfall plunges down from a height of over a hundred meters with tremendous force; an ordinary person subjected to such an impact would likely be crushed into a pulp.

However, Ning Chengyu maintained his ready-to-draw-his-sword stance, standing motionless on a large protruding rock, his eyes closed, against the current.

Suddenly, more than a dozen millstone-sized stones flew from all directions, heading straight for Ning Chengyu like cannonballs!

Just then, Ning Chengyu finally opened his eyes, his aura suddenly bursting forth as he raised his hand and drew his sword!

brush!

The powerful blade energy, carrying the waterfall's flow, spread out in a perfect fan shape, cutting flying boulders in half wherever it passed, leaving clean, smooth cuts like mirror surfaces!

Looking at the long sword in Ning Chengyu's hand... it was not his usual unique and famous sword, nor even a gleaming steel sword, but a wooden sword made of thin wood!

That sword-drawing slash wasn't a skill, but his own ability!

With just a wooden sword, one can unleash unparalleled power, allowing the gentlest water to exert the most destructive force!

"Slap, slap, slap..."

Amidst several rounds of applause, a man with a mustache emerged from the woods on the shore.

"Young Master Ning's skills have improved again! With your current strength, you should at least be able to protect yourself in the Supernova Tournament!"

"Just protecting myself isn't enough..." Ning Chengyu stepped out of the waterfall, looking at the wooden sword in his hand: "I will help the Shen tribe achieve final victory!"

The man with the mustache frowned slightly: "Young Master Ning, forgive my bluntness... but your strength is among the top of the newcomers in the Shen Clan over the past ten years... but compared to those powerful races, especially the experts from the three upper families, there is still... a certain gap."

"I know..." Ning Chengyu leaped from the boulder, crossed the lake, and gently landed beside the man. "But I believe the Shen tribe will definitely win this time!"

The man with the mustache raised an eyebrow: "You mean, the one who killed Luo Wei?" He then shook his head: "Young Master Ning, forgive my bluntness, but although the entire Fourth Altar, and even Diana and Suman, claim that Luo Wei was killed by the rookie hunter of the Twelfth Altar, most people in the altar now have doubts about it..."

"To be honest, among the thirty altars of the Shen clan heroes, there are more than six hundred people in total. At least five hundred of them wished for Luo Wei's death. It's not surprising that such people were killed in a mission. As for that hunter, in my opinion, he was just a scapegoat pushed to the forefront."

"No!" Ning Chengyu denied, "I know the hunter, my father has met him, his strength is absolutely beyond the realm of ordinary!"

"Even so..." The man with the mustache waved his hand, "Even if that kid really has the same level of strength as Luo Wei, he might not have an advantage in the Supernova Tournament!"

"What?" Ning Chengyu's eyes widened.

"Didn't Mr. Ning mention it to you?" The man with the mustache rubbed his temples. "Two years ago, he encountered a master of the Ugly Clan on the interdimensional battlefield. After a fierce battle, Mr. Ning was utterly defeated and only escaped with the help of an escape item... At the time, Mr. Ning investigated this Ugly Clan member. It's said that he had just entered the fifth or sixth level of the Heroic Realm and was still a newcomer..."

"A newcomer? He defeated my father?" Ning Chengyu knew that his father had been in the altar for more than ten years and his strength had long since reached a bottleneck. The difference between him two years ago and him now was not significant. How could Ning Yi, in this state, be defeated by a newcomer?

"I have more breaking news for you..." the man with the mustache continued, "Just two worlds ago, the Ugly Clan member who once defeated Mr. Ning died... and the one who killed him was a newcomer from the Tiger Clan..."

"Another newcomer?" Ning Chengyu was completely dumbfounded...

"That's right, based on speculation, the Yin clan will also participate in this Supernova Competition!" The man with the eight-character mustache sighed. "After hearing this news, do you still think our Shen clan has a chance of winning?"

Ning Chengyu fell silent...

Meanwhile, somewhere in Western Union, Soros, a blond-haired chosen one of destiny, was fiddling with a deck of cards... As he drew the cards one by one and placed them on the ground, the order and position of the cards revealed information from the future...

"Still not working..." Soros sighed and put away his cards.

"You've calculated it eight times already..." A young woman with short blue hair pouted and said, "The Shen Clan has never won in the Supernova Tournament... No matter how many times you calculate it, it's useless..."

"I'm not calculating the victory or defeat of the Shen tribe..." Soros shook his head, "I'm calculating my own life or death..."

"What?" The blue-haired girl was stunned, her eyes staring blankly at Soros...

Was the despair emanating from that blond man the same chosen one he knew?

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In some waters off South America, a strong Black man is swimming rapidly in the sea, completely naked.

A thick rope was tied around his waist, taut in the seawater, and at the other end of the rope was a huge shark ten meters long!

This behemoth, weighing over ten tons, had now given up struggling and was being pulled along by the rope, moving forward with the man...

The one with such terrifying power is none other than the supernova of the Second Altar, the mighty Zep!

Soon, Zep spotted a small island, and with a burst of strength, he shot out of the sea like an arrow and leaped onto the shore.

The giant shark also came ashore. Zep grabbed a rope, pulled the shark over, hoisted its thick tail onto his shoulder, and dragged it toward the island.

Soon, Zep arrived at a wooden hut. He placed the shark on the ground, knelt outside the hut, and shouted, "South Island Tribe, Zep, begs to receive the power of our ancestors!!"

After a long wait, an aged voice came from inside the house: "No one who has received the power of their ancestors has ever lived past thirty. The more they use it, the shorter their lifespan will become... You now possess superhuman strength. Are you sure you want to take such a risk?"

Zep knelt in devout prayer: "I have made up my mind. Please, elders, preside over the ceremony and bestow blessings upon our ancestors!"

After a long pause, a sigh finally came from inside the wooden house: "Alright..."