I, God Lord, recruit witches to make money

Chapter 132 The atmosphere group is very important
120 six, 120 seven, 120 eight...

Jack Wilson silently counted the number of push-ups he did. He did not give up on physical exercise just because he obtained the powerful mecha.

On the surface, the powerful mecha is said to be harmless to the body. Looking at his rugged upper body, you can understand how ridiculous that statement is.

The food of the Marine Corps is not enough to make people starve like this.

Before he participated in the experiment, a muscular body would attract a lot of attention when he went to the gym.

After participating in the experiment, his body became increasingly thin.

Jack didn't care, his heart died six years ago.

The sacrifices made by the high priest in Texas were, to most people, a series of victims.

For Jack, his world was completely buried that day.

He lost his relatives and lover, and roared like a mad dog in the rain. After venting his inner pain, the flame of revenge burned in his heart.

It is impossible for a mortal to avenge the High Priest.

He participated in the military's experiment and relied on his will to revenge to survive step by step until now.

It doesn't matter if it's human or not.

All he wanted was the power to take revenge on the high priest.

The staff walked into the lounge and said: "Dear players, it's almost time to go on stage, please follow me."

Jack stopped doing push-ups, stood up from the ground, wiped his sweat with a towel, and then put on his military uniform to avoid exposing his upper body to the public.

Strongly armored mechas must have no side effects in order to be accepted by the public.

……

Outside the ring, Shiraishi saw that the lights in the seats in front suddenly went out. From back to front, darkness slowly spread here. Eventually, even the lights in the front row were extinguished, leaving only the lights illuminating the ring.

"Oh, it's really exciting." Shiraishi said enthusiastically.

I usually watch such big scenes on TV, but this is my first time to be there in person.

He finally understood why some people were willing to spend money on tickets instead of watching TV at home.

It’s not that they have a lot of money, but in terms of visual impact, the two are not on the same level.

Bang bang bang, colorful smoke rose from the ring, and accompanied by a burst of passionate melody, the host loudly said: "Ladies and gentlemen, the much-anticipated K-ONE Free Fight Competition is about to begin. Please welcome us with warm applause. Contestants enter!"

A sound like a roaring mountain and a tsunami followed, and people cheered louder than the applause.

Players appear from the player entrances on the left and right.

Shiraishi applauded vigorously, "Come on! Oniryuin!"

Although he has no intention of winning the championship, he still hopes that Miyu Kiryuin can last longer, at least until the third round, right?

The colorful smoke makes it difficult to see the players clearly.

The picture on the big screen changed with the host's voice, "First, let's introduce the elite of the Marine Corps, Sergeant Jack Wilson, who carries the power of technology!
Can his powerful mecha really defeat Chaofan and win the championship in this competition? "

"Jack! Jack!" a group of people shouted.

Shiraishi wondered: "Does he have so many fans?"

"Part of it is the fans and the atmosphere group, and the other part is the gamblers who bet on him."

Fujiwara Ryusei shrugged. Fighting matches like this naturally involve betting on punches.

People who expect to get rich overnight often end up living on the streets.

Only the banker can win in gambling.

"Next is a heroic girl from Sensoji Temple. She has a hunting name, a small head, and a petite body that contains great power. The powerful Vajra Palm is the signature of Sensoji Temple, and its power is extraordinary."

"Haha."

Shiraishi couldn't help laughing. The host was indeed a professional. If it were him who read this line, he would be so embarrassed that he would have to buckle his feet.

"Contestant No. [-] is Ise Jingu..."

Every time the host introduces a person, the screen will bring up that person's appearance, and then an animated fighting short film will show the power of the technique.

After all, in actual combat, the audience may not even be able to see the moves clearly, so they can only make up for it with animated shorts.

Shiraishi also understood that the organizer asked in advance what the name of Baishi was for, which was to make animated short films.

As for why he was the editor, no one wants to tell others about his free-for-all moves before they are used.

The order in which the host introduces the contestants is based on the popularity of the power. An unknown power such as Nohara Shrine is naturally introduced last.

"Contestant No. 22 is from Nohara Shrine, hunts the spirit name, punches the devil Go, and practices the white punch of instant bomb!"

Oniryuin Miya put her hands on her hips and looked very arrogant.

She was greeted by silence.

The forces that had appeared before were all named. Even if it wasn't good, at least they had arranged for an atmosphere team to applaud and stir up everyone's emotions.

Nohara Shrine is neither, making the huge Tokyo Dome calm down.

"come on!"

Shiraishi applauded and cheered loudly.

Kiryuin Miya heard this cheer and became calmer. It didn't matter whether others applauded or not.

It is enough for her to have Mr. Shiraishi's support. She cannot embarrass the Nohara Shrine. She continues to put her hands on her hips and her momentum cannot be weak.

"After all the players have been introduced, the next step is the order of battles in this competition. There is no human interference and all will be randomly matched by the computer."

When the big screen rotated and stopped, today's battle list appeared.

Shiraishi found out that Kiryuin Miya was scheduled for the second match, and his opponent was the small group head Kongmei from Sensoji Temple. His heart skipped a beat, and he might be eliminated in the first round.

It's not that Kongmei's spiritual pressure is far better than that of Guilongyuan Meiya, but that the white beating and esoteric methods of Buddhism are a virtue, without murderous intent, and monks pay attention to compassion.

Killing can be said to be salvation.

If she had no ill intentions, Kiryuin Miya's natural beast-like intuition would not be able to function.

Shiraishi frowned slightly. If there was not much difference in strength, any extra points could lead to victory.

He was worried that the competition was still going on.

……

"The first match is Jack Wilson vs. Elephant Tusk."

The host's voice was passionate, and the multicolored smoke was sprayed out again, and the contestants who were not on the stage left the ring one after another, leaving only two people.

Takeshi Miyazaki twisted his neck and said: "From the moment we met, I realized that the belt was very dangerous. I'm really looking forward to it."

Step on the ground.

He clenched his right hand forward, and his left hand was like a spring in front of his chest, forming a defensive stance like a wild elephant fist, "Come on!"

"Yeah," Jack put his hand on the core containing the spirit flesh and blood. The black tide instantly spread from the core up and down the body, condensing into pitch black armor.

The joints not covered by the armor are covered with blood-colored muscles, and there are blades protruding from the elbows.

His head was covered by armor in the shape of a racing driver's helmet. There were sharp teeth composed of white blades in the original mouth, and the eyes were scarlet.

Takeshi Miyazaki's body instinctively broke out in cold sweat. He immediately understood that the opponent was stronger than he thought, and his heart became eager to try. He has never been afraid of strong enemies.

"The players on both sides are in position, the game begins!"

The host shouted.

Jack moved.

(End of this chapter)