One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

This man, named Song En, is a top-tier ruthless fighter who is proficient in both ancient Muay Thai and black magic, and is also their captain.

Song En's gaze swept over the leaders of the small countries who were jumping up and down and cursing.

A disdainful sneer appeared undisguisedly on his face, which was tinged with a sinister air.

"A bunch of brainless idiots."

Song En muttered a curse under his breath in Thai, his rough fingers tapping disdainfully twice on his knee:

"This is a divine contest to seize the [Longevity Elixir], how dare these nobodies interfere?"

"They can't even pee their pants from being scared by someone's simple illusion. With such pathetic strength, they dare to come all the way to Tokyo to embarrass themselves?"

"It's a miracle they didn't die on the field."

Chachai popped a potato chip into his mouth and smiled as he echoed:

"Yeah, Song En, these people are so noisy."

"But this is good too, we don't have to lift a finger, the trash on the field is cleaned up."

Chapter 333 What? We're over before we even started?

Protests are growing louder and louder.

"Oh my, these people really don't care about their reputation."

Chatchai munched on potato chips, his small eyes crinkling into slits as he gestured toward the side with his lip.

To his right, leaning against a young girl with tanned skin, wearing a tight-fitting crop top.

The girl's name is Nida, and she is the poison expert on the Thai team.

She was currently crossing her long legs, leisurely trimming her nails with a small silver nail file in her hand.

A tree frog, with extremely bright, shining blue colors, was obediently perched on her collarbone, breathing heavily.

"The weak always like to band together and try to reason with each other."

Nida blew away the crumbs from her nails, her red lips curling into a mocking smile:

"Back in our country, a piece of trash who can't even withstand this kind of illusion would have been thrown into a snake pit as fertilizer long ago. How could they have the energy to come here asking for medical fees?"

At this point, Nida suddenly stopped what she was doing.

She extended her index finger, painted with black nail polish, and subtly pointed in the direction diagonally opposite.

"I'm more interested in a few people over there than these jumping-up losers."

Chachai and Captain Soong looked in the direction she pointed.

This is the area of ​​the Chinese delegation.

now.

The atmosphere on the Chinese team's side was completely out of place in this tense and exciting venue.

Zhang Chulan was holding a phone and insisted on taking a group photo with Wang Ye and the others.

Chen Duo was studying the lights on the dome of the venue with great interest.

As for Feng Baobao, who was wearing a black suit, she pulled out a bag of spicy strips from somewhere and started sucking them into her mouth one by one.

The man dressed in casual traditional Chinese clothing and wearing sunglasses was slumped on the sofa in the middle, resting with his eyes closed.

"Boss Song En, did you see it clearly just now?"

Nida lowered her voice, her slender fingers gently stroking the poisonous frog on her collarbone:

"When the illusion went off just now, my little blue one is usually very brave. But after that man glanced at it, the little guy immediately rolled over and pretended to be dead, which scared me so much that I peed all over my collar."

She licked her lips, a hint of apprehension flashing in her eyes: "That man... is definitely a monster."

Song En's resolute face showed no superfluous expression.

His large, calloused hands were crossed on his knees as he stared intently in Zhang Tianyi's direction.

"Stop your curiosity, Nida."

Song En's voice was so deep it sounded like it was grinding in his throat:

"Before we came, we were told that the leader of the Chinese team is someone we can't afford to mess with."

Even if you bump into them in the restroom, unless you run into them on the field, you'd better keep your head down and walk around them. Understand?

"Hey, boss, don't be so nervous."

Chatchai popped the last bit of potato chip crumbs into his mouth, patted the crumbs off his hands, and chuckled as he tried to smooth things over:

"We're here to get the Longevity Elixir, not to fight someone."

"As long as we act well, those big shots won't bother with us."

……

Meanwhile, on the other side of the venue.

A rest area in Behemoth, USA.

The atmosphere here also exudes a kind of detached indifference, like someone watching a show.

William was still dressed in his usual sunny and handsome style.

He held a glass of iced soda in his hand, a smile playing on his lips, watching the team leaders from the small countries who were yelling at the organizers.

"What a noisy bunch of ducks."

Sitting behind William was a punk-style girl with a mohawk and chewing Big Bubble gum.

Lucy.

Behemoth is a new generation of psychic genius.

"Snapped!"

Lucy blew a pink bubble and switched the Dr. Martens boot that was perched on the coffee table to her other foot.

She put her hands behind her head, looking utterly bored.

"Captain, the opening show these Japanese guys put on is so tasteless. Using a few shabby ghostly figures to scare people, the special effects aren't even as good as a Hollywood B-movie from ten years ago."

"Don't be careless, Lucy."

A burly, bald man with an extremely large build and a huge metal box on his back chimed in with a deep, muffled voice.

His name is Hank, and he's the team's heavy firepower demolition expert.

"The music you just heard contained infrasound, which can directly disrupt brain nerves. If we hadn't injected a stabilizer beforehand, you'd probably be rolling on the ground clutching your head right now."

"Tch, those are you brutes who rely on your muscles."

Lucy rolled her eyes, sat up straight, and looked past the crowd, landing directly on the Chinese team's area.

"Compared to these boring tricks, I almost suffered a great loss just now."

Lucy's playful smile vanished, and she patted her flat chest with lingering fear.

"When the lights went out just now, I tried to use my mental senses to probe the background of that white-clad man from the Chinese team."

William paused slightly in his hand holding the water glass, turned to look at her, and his eyes instantly turned stern:

"Lucy, I warned you not to mess with him. What did you do?"

"Relax, Captain, I'm not stupid enough to attack him."

Lucy pursed her lips and explained:

"I just wanted to scan his Qi with the edge of my mental radar. But... when my probe got within three meters of him, it felt like I'd kicked a volcano barefoot!"

She shivered, and her voice became much softer:

"That man is a monster!"

No! He's more terrifying than a monster!

Upon hearing this, Hank silently swallowed and subconsciously tightened his grip on the metal box behind him.

William turned his head and looked in Zhang Tianyi's direction, his eyes deep.

“Director Ron suffered a great loss on Nathan Island. Even he told us to avoid his sharp edge, so you should keep your curiosity to yourself.”

William took a sip of water, and the smile on his face turned somewhat cold:

"Let them make a scene. The more these cannon fodder cause trouble, the easier our next match will be."

……

While all the forces stood by and watched, allowing the leaders of those small countries to throw a tantrum in front of the central platform.

The man in the kimono on stage did not show any sign of panic.

He didn't even bother to explain.

Just as the protests were about to tear the roof off the venue.

"boom."

From the side of the stage, a middle-aged man dressed in a sharp suit and wearing glasses walked up unhurriedly.

This man exudes an extremely imposing and capable aura.

He walked to the microphone stand, raised his hand, and gently pressed it down.

The movement was small, but a powerful and steady flow of Qi instantly covered the entire area following his gesture.

Those who were shouting and cursing suddenly felt a tightness in their chest, and their voices were involuntarily stuck in their throats.

"Distinguished delegates who have traveled from afar, please be patient."

The man in the suit's voice echoed throughout the hall through the speakers; his tone was extremely polite, but his eyes held no warmth whatsoever.

"I am Takeda, the executive director of the organizing committee for this exchange competition."

"On behalf of the organizers, I would like to express my deepest regret to the performers who were frightened or injured during the Kagura performance just now."

His "regret" sounded completely insincere, as if he were reading a pre-written press release.