I'm not just human!

Alexander couldn't help but burst into laughter. After all, seeing his enemy suffer a setback made him happy.

Even if His own strength is actually comparable to Michel's, He will likely face a similar fate...

Xia's tone was calm:

"That's normal. After all, there are so many viewers across the universe watching. If you lost so miserably, would you have the face to show your face in public?"

Alexander actually considered it for a moment, then immediately shuddered as if disgusted and shook his head:

"No...I wouldn't dare..."

Xiafa chuckled inwardly, but didn't continue joking with Alexander.

Actually, he hadn't been trying to maintain a tough guy image in front of Alexander before, but now that so many people were watching, he still had to keep up the pretense.

"Alright, next, let's welcome... the two contestants for the third round!"

In the commentary booth, the physical commentator waved his hand and continued to host the match with a face full of excitement.

It seems that even for him, being able to commentate on such a match is a once-in-a-century opportunity, and it's worth giving it his all.

But it makes sense, since the commentator is a physical being, someone that neither humans nor demi-humans dare to easily provoke, an endlessly mysterious and powerful being, just like any other physical being.

But the commentary he usually provides is mostly about ordinary people's football and basketball games, as well as underground fighting competitions.

Now, he is more than happy to personally commentate on the fighting grand prix of the angel-level overlords.

"This contestant is quite mysterious, as he comes from the earthly divine kingdom of the [Paradox Clown]."

"Moreover, he also earned the title of one of the twelve clowns!"

"Then, let's welcome... the Clown of Laughter!!!"

As the commentator finished speaking, a burst of smoke suddenly erupted from the metal arena with a "bang".

From within the smoke, a tall, thin figure slowly emerged, holding a poisoned dagger in both hands, his face painted with exaggerated greasepaint, and a red nose.

In that instant, the cheers and shouts from the audience outside the golden barrier suddenly became several times more intense!

"The Laughing Clown? My God, did I hear that right? The Laughing Clown from the Church of Paradox is actually participating in this Super Fighting Grand Prix?"

"Hahahaha, this is unbelievable! When I get back, I wonder how envious my friends will be of me for having watched the competition in person. They'll be laughing their heads off!"

"I originally thought Tefal would definitely win the championship, but now it's not certain. If the Joker of Laughter were to make a move... almost no one in the same rank would be his match!"

"This is amazing! I can't wait to see the Joker of Laughter fight Caesar or Tefal!"

"Go, go, clown of laughter! Go, go, clown of laughter!"

On the deck of the pirate ship, Shafa and Alexander exchanged a glance, both understanding why the audience was suddenly so excited.

Because, within the Paradox Church under the command of the Paradox Clown, the highest-ranking figure is none other than Emperor Sharatul, who is second only to God.

Like Pope Hercules of the Absolute Church, Emperor Sharatul of the Church of Paradox is a figure who stands at the pinnacle of the extraordinary world and is known to everyone in the universe.

However, unlike other churches, under Emperor Sharatul, there is a mysterious organization called the "Twelve Clowns".

The twelve clowns, led by the Clown King, include the Funny Clown, the Devil Clown, the Deadly Clown, and so on.

Of course, the difference is that the Twelve Clowns will be updated and replaced, and the most powerful beings in each generation of the Church of Paradox will be selected to inherit their respective titles.

Therefore, the audience members present immediately understood how powerful this contestant must be upon hearing the title "The Clown of Laughter".

That's almost equivalent to being one of the most powerful young people in this generation of the Church of Paradoxes!

The Laughing Clown stood on the metal ring, his expression neither comical nor sad, but extremely calm, as if quietly waiting for his opponent to appear.

Only the emerald dagger that He held in his hands, held back, reflected a chilling light under the sunlight.

Xia Fa stared at the Laughing Clown's face with increasing curiosity, feeling that it looked somewhat like his own...

"Holy crap, could this be an illegitimate child born from my father's past affairs?"

If that's really the case, then it's a bit too dramatic...

The main reason is that Xia Fa had never heard of his grandfather having any brothers or sisters, and his father was also an only child.

In other words, their family has been a single-line family for three generations, and they have lived in the small town of Rum for decades.

But coincidentally, this clown who was making a fuss looked a bit like him. Moreover, he didn't look like his mother. His features not only resembled his own, but also his father and grandfather.

Especially his nose, which was so straight and prominent, and his eyebrows and eyes, which were so bright and piercing.

So, after thinking it over, it seems that the only explanation is the romantic entanglements left by his father.

Xia Fa grew increasingly curious and decided to wait until the Super Fighting Grand Prix ended before making contact with the Laughing Clown and seeing if he could find out anything.

"Alright, the Clown of Laughter has made his entrance. Now, let's welcome our next contestant..."

"...Jack Snofaco!"

Upon hearing this name, the audience looked bewildered, clearly having never heard of it before.

The next moment, on the metal arena, opposite the Laughing Clown, a middle-aged man in a black trench coat appeared.

This middle-aged man looked quite dashing, with two long firearms slung at his waist. He looked even more like a Western cowboy than Caesar, who was incarnate as Xia Fa, and had a bit of a Western wanderer vibe.

However, not only did the audience not recognize this middle-aged man, but the group of young overlords had never seen him before either.

It seems this is an angel from a secret organization, probably having received news of the imminent emergence of the Golden Beacon Scroll and trying to take advantage of the chaos, or perhaps having been tasked by the organization to steal it.

But unexpectedly, he was forced to participate in this Super Fighting Grand Prix.

The clown's gaze sharpened as he looked at the middle-aged man. Though his expression remained calm, he was not at all off guard.

It seems that as soon as the commentator announces the start of the match, he will take action without hesitation.

Unexpectedly, at that moment, the middle-aged man raised his hands without hesitation.

"I concede."

In that instant, a brief silence fell both inside and outside the golden barrier.

Immediately, a clamor erupted!

"No way, what's going on?"

"Jack Snowflake just gave up so easily?"

"That's such a coward!"

"Sigh, there's nothing we can do about it. He doesn't even seem to be a ruler, just an ordinary angel. Faced with the Laughing Clown, can he just admit defeat and wait to die?"

“That’s right, the Laughing Clown might not show mercy like Tefal.”

"You've really gotten cocky, huh? Just some ordinary angel? How dare you, a superhuman at the fungal level, say something like that?"

"I do what I want, what's it to you!"

"Jack Snowflake... that name will probably become the subject of ridicule from now on. He doesn't even have the courage to fight. He's not even as good as Michelle, hahaha!"

A chorus of boos erupted, all directed at Jack Snowflake.

But the middle-aged man in the trench coat named Jack Snowflake, without batting an eye, flew straight back to the pirate ship.

Faced with the deafening boos from the audience, he didn't hide in the cabin like Michelle did. Instead, he stood in a corner on the pirate ship's deck and continued to watch the rest of the match silently.

Seeing this, the clown didn't react. Suddenly, smoke billowed up from beneath his feet, and in the next moment, he was back on the pirate ship, standing with Tefal and the painter.

In just a short while, He had already gotten to know Terfaleau and the painter; it was unclear who had taken the initiative.

"What a pity. I was hoping to use this opportunity to glean some information about the Laughing Clown, especially the overlord-level secret contract he signed, and what kind of divine battle techniques he has mastered..."

Xia Fa shook his head secretly, clearly not expecting that Jack Snowflake would admit defeat so bluntly.

The competition then proceeded as scheduled.

Of the thirty-two contestants present, all except Shafa were angels.

Even so, only five are truly famous: Tefalo, Casimir, the painter, the clown who laughs, and the one-act actor.

Therefore, when other angel-level overlords or angels face off, the competition is still very exciting, but the audience is obviously not as interested, especially those angels and even those with the status of rulers. They obviously only want to see the top angel-level overlords fight each other.

Although Xia Fa dared not let his guard down and tried his best to collect information on every contestant who appeared on the arena, the more he looked, the more he realized that apart from those five, the others posed no threat to him.

Soon, the first round of matches reached its final two games.

"Brother, I'm really scared now. I don't think I can walk with you any longer."

Beside the mechanical massage chair where Xia Fa was sitting, Alexander murmured with a regretful expression.

At first, Alexander was full of excitement, hoping to encounter an opponent of moderate strength, defeat them, show off his power in front of the audience across the universe, and then advance to the next round.

But gradually, seeing that it was never his turn, he became a little impatient.

But just now, after the list of participants for the penultimate match of the first round was announced, Alexander became completely dejected.

The reason is simple: with the penultimate round taking place, only four players remain who haven't yet participated.

They are Alexander himself, the painter, the one-man actor, and a guy who hasn't shown up yet.

Oh wait, the one-man show actor also didn't appear. This young overlord from the "Church of Destiny" was the most mysterious person present, staying in the cabin the whole time.

"Unless it's a painter facing off against a one-man show actor, allowing me to fight another angel, otherwise... I'd better just admit defeat. What do you think, brother?"

Alexander, with an inquiring attitude, sought Xiafa's opinion.

Xia Fa had not expected that Alexander's awareness was so high.

In fact, after witnessing firsthand how Tefal had utterly crushed Michel, Chafa also felt that if Alexander were to face a painter or a one-man show actor, he would be better off simply conceding defeat.

Especially when it comes to painters.

Xia Fa already knew that the painter had signed a top-tier secret agreement with "Fairy Tale World," and he himself was quite familiar with the various capabilities of Fairy Tale World.

In other words, it's unclear what the painter's understanding of the "anti-reality" divine tactics of the deity "Temporary Reality" is.

In that case, there would be no need for Alexander to risk his life to force out the painter's information for him.

"Hmm...it's up to you, but staying alive is the most important thing."

Shaphat did not want to influence Alexander's choice, so he replied with this statement, deciding to leave the choice to Alexander himself.

Alexander nodded solemnly:

"Okay, then I'll—"

"The first round of the competition has quickly progressed to the penultimate match. Time really flies."