The Emperor Engine's God-like Skill System

Why did you suddenly stop playing?

Do you think you can't beat me?

That shouldn't be the case.

At this point, Shuilong was completely baffled, but he decided not to think about it any further. In any case, whatever the other party's reason was, it had nothing to do with him anymore.

Being able to conserve my energy to win the championship and compete with King is enough.

"Congratulations, congratulations to Shuilong for winning the championship of this martial arts tournament!"

At this moment, the host quickly walked up to Shui Long, shoved the microphone in his face, and wanted him to say something about winning the championship.

Meanwhile, Shuilong turned his gaze to King in the guest seats, a meaningful smile appearing on his face.

At the same time, celebratory flags fluttered throughout the stadium, and victory music began to play.

However, there was no celebratory atmosphere in the stadium after winning the championship, and everyone was somewhat unable to understand why the battle, which should have been incredibly exciting, had turned out this way.

However, Shuilong didn't care about all that; winning the championship was enough for him.

"Water Dragon, you've won numerous championships before, so why did you suddenly choose to retire?"

The host asked in confusion,

"Should I continue to hone my martial arts skills?"

Shuilong took the microphone and said with a smile:

"No, I've won too many championships, so it's not very interesting anymore. I've gone sightseeing instead."

“I haven’t been training or practicing for the past few years. If I were to continue improving my strength, it would be pointless.”

"The others are still no match for me."

As he finished speaking, Shuilong shrugged and shook off the colorful ribbons that had fallen on him.

Completely Versailles.

His flippant remarks angered many spectators, as Suiryu's comments seemed to completely disregard the other fighters.

The host was speechless for a moment, and after a few seconds of stunned silence, he spoke again:

"So, Mr. Suiryu, what's your reason for this comeback? Is it to win the championship again?"

"As for winning the championship, I don't really care about these things."

Shui Long still wore a somewhat cynical smile.

"My savings are almost gone, so I'm participating in the competition to earn some money."

"There's another purpose..."

"I haven't really fought any heroes yet... let alone S-class heroes."

As Shuilong spoke, his gaze locked onto King, and the smile on his face became even more pronounced:

"I want to see the strength of an S-class hero, and specifically King, who is known as the strongest man on Earth."

Water Dragon's words showed no respect for S-class heroes; his attitude remained frivolous, as if S-class heroes were nothing special.

Meanwhile, in the guest seats, the eyes of several heroes also turned to the Water Dragon.

"What an arrogant brat."

Atomic Samurai looked at Suiryu and said, gently rubbing his chin with his other hand.

"However, this kid does have the right to be arrogant."

He had just witnessed the entire battle with the Water Dragon, and the opponent's combat power was definitely worthy of being an S-class hero.

but.....

Is this guy trying to take advantage of King?

Atomic Samurai turned his head slightly and saw that King had already stood up and was slowly walking to the center of the arena.

King immediately crossed his arms in front of his chest, standing in the ring looking like a towering statue, giving people a huge sense of pressure.

The stadium, which had just been filled with boos, is now quiet again.

The unfinished match between the werewolf and the water dragon is no longer important; everyone's attention is now focused on King and the water dragon.

The strength displayed by Shui Long is undoubtedly the strongest in the martial arts tournament in recent years, far exceeding the imagination of ordinary people.

But others were also very curious about King's true strength.

Despite holding the title of the strongest human on Earth, almost no one has ever seen King in a real battle.

The audience was eager to witness King's true strength.

"King, the third-ranked S-class man, a man who is even above Bang, who is known as the Silver Fang."

Water Dragon smiled as he looked at King in front of him, his face showing no sign of tension; on the contrary, he appeared quite relaxed.

He didn't think he would lose.

Suiryu has absolute confidence in his own power, and he is no exception even when facing S-class heroes.

Moreover, King is not a member of the martial arts world, so he probably doesn't know much about various martial arts techniques.

"If I can defeat King, then I'll never have to worry about wealth and glory for the rest of my life! I'll have everything I could want, fame and fortune!"

Listening to Shui Long's words, King's expression remained unchanged. He simply glanced at his watch; it was still a little before eleven o'clock.

Chapter Thirty-Two: Voluntary Forfeiture! An Unexpected Ending

In the exchange just now, although the Water Dragon dominated the offensive, the Werewolf's defense and evasion were perfect, and the Water Dragon did not gain any advantage.

"This werewolf is quite skilled and seems to have a lot of practical experience. He doesn't look like a newcomer who hasn't been around for long."

Bang, who was watching the game, spoke slowly.

"And this guy is holding back... I'm really looking forward to his next performance."

However, Bang's attention was focused on Garou, who was in disguise.

He always felt that this person's aura and movements were very similar to his former eldest disciple, but Bangu only had a suspicion and did not think much about it.

"It seems you're the same type of person as me."

Shui Long leaned his body slightly downward, lowering his center of gravity, revealing the full definition of his muscles.

Now he's ready to get completely serious.

Just as Suiryu assumed a fighting stance, Garou turned his gaze to the guest seats, glancing at King and Bang before walking out of the arena.

For him now, the outcome of this battle is meaningless.

In a competition, going out of bounds results in an immediate loss.

The werewolf player actually chose to forfeit!

All the spectators present were stunned by the werewolf's actions.

"What's the meaning?!"

"They played so well up before, how could they just forfeit at the end?"

"This is match-fixing!"

For a time, complaints from the audience were incessant, and accusations of match-fixing echoed throughout the stadium.

Even the judges in the guest seats are completely bewildered.

Garou ignored all the complaints and walked straight out of the entrance, leaving a bewildered Shuilong standing on the stage.

what's the situation?

Why did you suddenly stop playing?

Do you think you can't beat me?

That shouldn't be the case.

At this point, Shuilong was completely baffled, but he decided not to think about it any further. In any case, whatever the other party's reason was, it had nothing to do with him anymore.

Being able to conserve my energy to win the championship and compete with King is enough.

"Congratulations, congratulations to Shuilong for winning the championship of this martial arts tournament!"

At this moment, the host quickly walked up to Shui Long, shoved the microphone in his face, and wanted him to say something about winning the championship.

Meanwhile, Shuilong turned his gaze to King in the guest seats, a meaningful smile appearing on his face.

At the same time, celebratory flags fluttered throughout the stadium, and victory music began to play.

However, there was no celebratory atmosphere in the stadium after winning the championship, and everyone was somewhat unable to understand why the battle, which should have been incredibly exciting, had turned out this way.

However, Shuilong didn't care about all that; winning the championship was enough for him.

"Water Dragon, you've won numerous championships before, so why did you suddenly choose to retire?"

The host asked in confusion,

"Should I continue to hone my martial arts skills?"

Shuilong took the microphone and said with a smile:

"No, I've won too many championships, so it's not very interesting anymore. I've gone sightseeing instead."

“I haven’t been training or practicing for the past few years. If I were to continue improving my strength, it would be pointless.”

"The others are still no match for me."

As he finished speaking, Shuilong shrugged and shook off the colorful ribbons that had fallen on him.

Completely Versailles.

His flippant remarks angered many spectators, as Suiryu's comments seemed to completely disregard the other fighters.

The host was speechless for a moment, and after a few seconds of stunned silence, he spoke again:

"So, Mr. Suiryu, what's your reason for this comeback? Is it to win the championship again?"

"As for winning the championship, I don't really care about these things."