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

"but."

Takeda abruptly changed the subject, his gaze sharpening as he swept over the areas where the protests had been most intense.

"This was not a sneak attack, and there was no premeditated intent to harm anyone."

"The performance just now was actually a carefully prepared event by the organizing committee for everyone, the first round of preliminary qualification screening before the competition."

These words caused an uproar in the audience.

"What?! Initial screening?!"

"You didn't even give me a heads-up, and this is what you call initial screening?!"

Ignoring the commotion below, Takeda produced a list and delivered his verdict without hesitation:

"On behalf of the organizing committee, I hereby officially announce..."

"All contestants who were unconscious, lost control of their minds, or required medical intervention during the illusionary shock just now."

"Effective immediately, you are disqualified from this exchange competition!"

"Staff will escort you to leave the venue shortly."

"Why?! You're pulling strings behind the scenes!" The Nordic tour leader was so angry that his face turned green, and he jumped up and down, shouting.

Takeda looked at him and finally dropped his official formalities.

A cold, mocking smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Why?"

"Just because this is to protect the lives of you bunch of trash!"

The man in the suit suddenly raised his voice, his resounding words like a series of loud slaps to the faces of the group:

"Have you all made a mistake?"

"The prize for the champion of this competition is the unparalleled [Longevity Elixir]!"

"Do you think this is some kind of children's game, a friendly match where you can win a prize by going on stage, bowing, and showing off a couple of boxing moves?!"

"I'll tell you!"

The man in the suit pointed at everyone, his tone chillingly cold:

"In the upcoming main competition, there will be no rules or restrictions! No regard for life or death! No questions asked!"

"The cruelty will far exceed the imagination of you hothouse flowers!"

"If even that appetizer, which didn't even carry any killing intent, could make your contestants lie on the ground gagging."

The man in the suit snorted coldly, his face full of contempt:

"What if we really let them go to the arena and encounter those real bloodthirsty monsters?"

"They couldn't even last a minute! They couldn't even piece together a complete body!"

"The organizing committee is kicking you out now to save you money on buying urns for your ashes!"

"If you're not capable enough, just buy a plane ticket and go home!"

"This is a deadly situation, not a place for you to throw your lives!"

This statement can be described as extremely arrogant and defiant.

It was like a bucket of ice water being poured directly over the heads of those representatives from small countries.

Those who were just clamoring for compensation are now completely silent.

They looked at the cold gaze of the man in the suit, and then at the mocking expressions of the delegations from the major powers around them.

I finally realized it.

In this high-stakes gamble that puts human lives at stake.

The weak don't even have the right to protest!

The team leaders sat back down, looking dejected, and dared not utter another word.

Chapter 334 Welcome to Paradise Island!

in fact.

While chaos erupted in this giant venue due to the "initial screening of illusions,"

This is touted as the highest-level international exchange competition in the world of supernatural beings in the past decade.

They had already launched a real-time encrypted live stream on an official platform for global organizations of supernatural beings.

At this moment, the comments in the live stream were a million times more lively than those in a vegetable market.

Especially those outsiders from small countries who had just been ruthlessly kicked out by Takeda.

Their family, friends, and supporters back home were devastated to see their favorite athlete being dragged out of the venue like a dead dog by security.

The comments in the upper right corner of the screen were scrolling wildly at a speed that was impossible for the naked eye to perceive.

The essence of various languages ​​is interwoven, creating a world-class showcase of profanity:

[Damn it! Protest! This is blatant corruption! Eliminated before even taking the stage, how dare they?!]

[Shameless organizers! That illusion was definitely targeted at our country's contestants! We're going to the International Federation of Extraordinary People to unleash a banner!]

[Refund! Protest! Boycott this lousy competition!]

Amidst the fervent emotions and widespread lamentations of the internet, a unique army of bullet comments is frantically flooding the screen with an air of self-assurance, as if they are the only ones who are truly awake in a world of drunks.

At this moment, Lu Linglong was holding a large bucket of popcorn and watching the live broadcast with great interest.

Next to him were Canglong and his friends, as well as the core members of the entire "Celestial Master's Mansion Support Group," who had already been sitting in a row.

Everyone had a bottle of soda in hand, their eyes glued to the big screen.

"Ugh, I'm so angry! I'm so angry!"

Zanglong's chubby face turned bright red, looking just like an inflated balloon.

"Does this Japanese director even know how to do his job?! The camera work is a complete mess!"

"They gave that blond American a three-second close-up, and that skinny Thai guy a two-second one! Why does our God get so little screen time?!"

Lu Linglong, her cheeks bulging, nodded vigorously in agreement as she chewed popcorn:

"Exactly! This director is definitely jealous of our Emperor's good looks!"

"Look at the way Tianye looked at me just now, leaning back on the sofa eating sunflower seeds. How relaxed! How carefree!"

"This is what real boss aura looks like, okay? The director only showed a side profile?! Thumbs down!"

Actually, objectively speaking...

The director gave the Chinese delegation a considerable amount of screen time.

After all, the scene of Zhang Tianyi shattering more than a dozen evil ghost phantoms with a single glance occupied the entire live stream screen for dozens of seconds.

But for this group of fervent supporters who have come to regard Zhang Tianyi as a goddess idol...

If the camera isn't locked onto their own star from every angle, then the director has failed in their duty!

[Director cuts to the camera! We want to see Tian Shu live!]

Forget about those bearded foreigners! We want to watch the Chinese team!

[The Celestial Master's Mansion marches forth, leaving not a blade of grass standing! Director, if you don't cut the camera soon, believe me, we'll track you down through the internet and show you!]

This barrage of comments, imbued with the strong flavor of fandom support, carved out a bloody path through a wave of international protests against the alleged cover-up.

……

Inside the venue in Tokyo.

The farcical protest was finally quelled by Takeda's brutal declaration that tore off all pretense of civility.

Nearly a hundred unqualified contestants and team leaders were forcibly removed from the venue by expressionless staff, like defeated roosters.

The previously crowded stands and rest areas suddenly became much more spacious.

Those who remained were all tough guys who had truly seen blood and could withstand high pressure.

The restless, noisy atmosphere in the air disappeared.

A chilling, oppressive feeling gradually emerged.

on the main stage.

Takeda straightened his suit cuffs, and his impeccably professional, fake smile returned to his sophisticated face.

It's as if the evil spirit who just pointed at someone's nose and called them trash wasn't him at all.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the little episode is over. Now, those who remain here are the true warriors who are qualified to compete for the top."

Takeda held the microphone, his voice echoing in the empty stadium:

On behalf of the organizing committee, I hereby officially announce—

"The inaugural International Youth Extraordinary Talents Exchange Competition is now officially underway!"

"Whoosh!"

In the areas where the strong teams remained, there was no enthusiastic applause, only a few perfunctory cheers.

Everyone was secretly stretching their muscles, their eyes scanning the other teams like searchlights, wary of any possible attack.

The Chinese team's rest area.

Zhang Chulan threw the sunflower seed shells in his hand on the ground and sprang up from the sofa.

He looked around, craning his neck, and surveyed the venue, which was so smooth he could skate on it, three times over.

"Oh no..."

Zhang Chulan scratched the back of his head, looking puzzled, and whispered to Wang Ye:

“Old Wang, look at this place. It’s as flat as an airport runway, without even a guardrail.”

"Are the Japanese short of funds? They can't even afford to build a decent ring?"