I'm not just human!

Whoosh—!

A dazzling and extremely holy golden light suddenly erupted, almost blinding many spectators outside the golden barrier, who involuntarily raised their hands to cover their eyes.

Immediately afterwards, an ancient scripture, seemingly written by a deity, emerged from the crater of the Sun Volcano, carrying an extremely powerful pressure and an incomparably sacred aura, and floated to a distance not far behind the arena.

An illusory podium emerged, upon which the golden beacon scroll landed, silently awaiting its arrival.

Waiting for the champion of this Super Fighting Grand Prix to take it home!

At this moment, not only in Shafa and Alexander, but also near the Sun Volcano, figures flashed out from pirate ships at sea and from various small subspace entrances in the sea, flying into the air and observing the situation with vigilance, calmness, or composure.

Xia Fa immediately noticed a clown with heavy makeup on his face, a bright red ball on his nose, and a chilling green dagger in his hands.

The clown seemed to sense something and looked at him, but only glanced at him before looking away indifferently.

But for some reason, the moment Xia Fa saw the clown's face, he felt a strange sense of familiarity, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

Hmm... when looking in the mirror?

Indeed, although the clown has painted his face with thick paint, you can still tell that he is a very handsome young man.

"Could it be that because He is handsome and I am handsome, that's why he looks somewhat familiar?"

Xia Fa nodded slightly, realizing that this was a possibility.

"This must be the 'Frightening Clown' who came out of the 'Paradox Clown's' earthly kingdom..."

After observing the frightened clown for a while, Xia Fa then focused his observation on the other top-tier angel-level overlords.

There was a young man wearing a Scottish-style red and black plaid hat, holding a drawing board in his left hand and a paintbrush in his right, exuding an artistic air.

There was also a man holding a curved sword, yawning, with a cynical look on his face.

Xia Fa also observed many other angel-level overlords in turn.

“The painter, Thepharro… well, although Alexander described him, it seems a bit difficult to immediately recognize Casimir among these people, let alone find the one-act actor…”

Xia Fa glanced around and was surprised to find that there were actually thirty-one angels present, making a total of thirty-two including himself.

Among them, those who are overlords, that is, those who have signed a hegemon-level secret agreement, are not easy to identify immediately, but there are at least a dozen of them.

What's even stranger is that, apart from himself, there wasn't a single being outside the golden barrier who wasn't an angel!

After a brief commotion, all the angels and angel-level overlords present quickly calmed down.

However, outside the golden barrier, the countless spectators from all over the universe continued their clamor, some even openly discussing and pointing at the angelic overlords inside the golden barrier.

"Michelle actually came too, isn't she afraid of dying...?"

Alexander suddenly spotted a figure with six pure white wings, and then asked in surprise:

"His three broken wings recovered quite quickly. Could it be that he consumed the Divine Blood Fruit?"

Xia Fa then spotted Michel's figure and smiled faintly:

"It's alright. Isn't this the Super Fighting Grand Prix? Didn't you see that He didn't even bring that angel-level guard? If I run into him, I'll avenge you again. If you run into him, you can get your revenge!"

Alexander laughed loudly:

"Haha, big brother, to be honest, that's what I think too!"

The rules of the Super Fighting Grand Prix are absolutely fair and just one-on-one, with no off-field factors.

In this way, not only could Alexander avenge the siege if he encountered Michel.

As for Xia Fa himself, he could also enjoy fighting against the angel-level overlords in battle after battle.

In this way, once the Super Fighting Grand Prix for the Golden Beacon Scroll is over, I can almost certainly push my understanding of the secrets of the Gate of Stars to 100%!

Then we can sign the Mysterious Singularity agreement!

"Hahaha, welcome to all humans, demi-humans, and humanoid supernatural beings who are rarely seen, to participate in this cosmic-level super fighting grand prix!"

Suddenly, a passionate, powerful, and engaging voice rang out through the microphone.

Xia Fa and the others were all taken aback, and then they all looked in the direction from which the sound came.

Immediately, everyone was stunned, whether it was the angels inside the golden barrier or the audience outside the golden barrier.

And there it was, a middle-aged man wearing headphones and a jersey, with an enthusiastic expression, sitting in the commentary booth next to the steel arena!

He was raising his fist high, shouting into the microphone at the top of his lungs, as excited as could be.

Even so, not a single person present dared to show the slightest hint of mockery towards him.

On the contrary, their gazes and expressions toward him were filled with deep respect and... awe.

The physical exhibit, and the narrator!

This is an entity that suddenly emerged in the last few centuries after large-scale sports events, especially mass sports such as football and basketball, began to appear in various countries.

This entity's reputation is only slightly less than that of the bard, because it is indeed not very dangerous. As long as he finishes commentating on the match he appears in, no one will get hurt.

In fact, with his commentary, many athletes have been able to create miracles. For example, an unknown football player, on the verge of being fired, scored over a hundred goals in a single match thanks to the commentator's commentary, creating a miracle that shocked the football world.

For example, a basketball player who is only 1.6 meters tall managed to block dozens of shots in a single game when this physical "commentator" appeared and provided commentary, and all of his blocks were against opponents who were over 2 meters tall.

Whether inside or outside the golden barrier, everyone was utterly amazed and filled with inexplicable anticipation.

Even physical commentators have appeared! This super fighting grand prix between angels and angel-level overlords... is definitely going to be incredibly exciting!

Outside the golden barrier, in the viewing area where humans were located.

Emperor Sharatul, Patriarch Osius, Pope Hercules... These three were arguably the strongest beings among the humans present, and even among all the demi-humans and humanoid supernatural beings present. Yet, they had transformed into three ordinary old men, sitting in their respective seats.

However, all three of them focused their attention on a tough guy dressed as a Western cowboy next to Alexander, who had an exaggerated mechanical giant arm, inside the golden barrier.

"This kid actually used a secret treasure that can change appearance, and even mixed the [Pillar of Mind Storm] into the treasure's effect. Is he that cautious?"

Pope Hercules looked at the tough guy who looked like a cowboy from the West, his tone tinged with surprise.

Sharatul's lips curled into a smile, and his expression of admiration grew stronger.

"This is exactly how our Church of Paradox operates! If he joined our Church of Paradox, he might even be crowned the Clown King by Lord [The Clown of Paradox]!"

Patriarch Osius shook his head and sighed softly:

"There was already a golden barrier separating them, and now he's using the Pillar of Thought Storm to activate a secret treasure that can conceal his appearance, and that treasure is probably a world-class treasure... Now we really can't tell who he is. We can only hope he wins first place."

Of course, despite what the three said, since this future Mystic Emperor has chosen to participate in the Super Fighting Grand Prix to compete for the Golden Beacon Scroll,

So, once the competition is over, they absolutely will not let go of the opportunity to recruit him...

……

Inside the golden barrier.

In the commentary booth, the on-site commentator, acting as the actual commentator, stirred up the atmosphere to an increasingly enthusiastic level, his voice becoming more and more passionate:

"Don't worry, everyone. This time I'm only responsible for the explanation and won't give any of you any bonuses. However, don't blame me for occasionally revealing your secrets, hahaha!"

The commentator shouted passionately, then suddenly swung his arm:

"Therefore, I hereby declare the Super Fighting Grand Prix, Match 1, officially open!"

"Depend on……"

"Caesar, against Kazimir!"

Chapter 218 Silver Throne VS Celestial Spirit Mage? Sorry, I still have the Gate of Stars!

Caesar?

Kazimir?

As soon as the commentator, who was a physical entity, finished speaking, many beings in the audience outside the golden barrier were suddenly stunned.

The Silver Church, under the umbrella of the [Silver Universe], is one of the nine major churches, and its sphere of influence covers almost every part and corner of the universe.

From the most prosperous and thriving life-bearing planets to the most primitive and backward life-bearing planets, almost every planet has a church built by the Silver White Church. It is said that the Silver White Church has even opened churches in many civilization clusters of strange realms.

Therefore, many of the humans, demi-humans, and even humanoid supernatural beings who came to watch the battle had heard of the name "Kazimir," and some even knew of Tefaro, who was as famous as Kazimir.

After all, these two are among the most monstrous geniuses in the younger generation of the Earthly God Kingdom of the [Silver White Universe]!

But this is where the problem arises.

Who is Caesar?

What makes him so capable of going up against Kazimir?

It should be noted that Kazimierz is not only an angelic overlord, but also rumored to have mastered a divine battle technique!

How could someone as obscure as Caesar possibly defeat him?

Many humans and demi-humans, and even the humanoid supernatural beings present, all turned their gazes toward the metal arena within the golden barrier, waiting for Caesar's appearance with curiosity and pity.

Everyone is eager to know who this poor wretch named Caesar really is.

Because there is no doubt that if he were to face Kazimir, he would suffer a crushing defeat, and might even be killed on the spot!

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a figure flashed across the metal arena, and Kazimierz appeared first.

He was tall and stern-looking, dressed in a fine white suit, his blond hair neatly combed back, but he wore a pair of black gloves.

If one did not know his name, at first glance one might mistake him for a financial elite or a young butler in a noble family.

As for the other angels and angel-level overlords inside the golden barrier who have not yet gone into battle, Tefalo gathered the pirate ships on the sea and had them land on the pirate ships to wait, serving as a preparation for battle.

No one knows how Tefaro did it, but with a casual wave of his scimitar, more than a dozen pirate ships on the sea mysteriously disappeared and gathered together, arriving at a place not far from the metal arena.

But at this moment, everyone's attention was clearly not on Tefaro, even though his move was truly miraculous, but on his old rival and friend, Kazimir.

Kazimir's gaze was calm and unwavering, his expression tinged with a hint of sorrow as he looked toward the other side of the ring, seemingly waiting for his opponent, "Caesar," to appear.

Those familiar with Casimir know that the sorrowful look on his stern face is innate, causing his eyes to droop slightly, giving him a look that is both crying and laughing.

It was this very expression that often terrified His opponents.

"Let's welcome... Kazimir!!!"

Suddenly, the passionate voice of the physical "narrator" rang out. As he stretched out his arm and pointed his palm at Kazimir to introduce him, a colorful spotlight inexplicably shone down from the sky and enveloped Kazimir.

Instantly, Kazimierz became the center of attention, with everyone's eyes fixed on him, whether he wanted to or not.