"Sign up?"

In the work area, Zhou Li held the book "Accounting: How to Avoid Extended Penalty" and asked with a confused look on his face: "What do you need to register? What?"

Toreya put a stack of paper in front of Zhou Li and said in a cold voice: "Armed fight."

"Ah, yes, I'm going to register."

It has been two months since the last military exercise, and the Mosk Fighting Conference, which is about to arrive, will be held in one month. Zhou Li took a registration form, took a rough look at the content above and asked Toreya:

"Did you sign up with Don Quixote?"

"I've finished signing up."

Toreya nodded, her long silver-white hair whirled slightly with her movements, setting off her beautiful and beautiful face. Today, because she didn't need to do activities or training, she just wore a pure white shirt. Perhaps she rarely met Zhou Li alone, or she would attack her verbal times every time she met Zhou Li alone. At this time, Toreya was rarely a little nervous.

“We were assigned to the Brilliant Group.”

Tugging the hem of his shirt, Toreya said calmly to Zhou Li: "This match is divided into six parts. At the beginning, a 100-person melee, eliminating 50 people. The remaining 50 people will be divided into 25 teams by two-thirds. Each team will select another team to fight, and the winner will be left. Those who hold the ticket to the previous championship in this round will be bye, which means that if Don Quixote and I pass the first level, we will advance directly."

"Then the third level, the third level will regroup the twenty-five people left behind, but this time it is to fight each other. The battleground is in the simulated area, and you can discuss the environment in which combat will be carried out. In this level, Don Quixote and I both have a defeat exemption."

"The fourth level is the same as the third level, and the battle will take place after discussing the venue. The fourth game will start with the loser group and the winner group, that is, in the final championship battle, the loser group champion and the winner group champion."

After talking about a long list of dizzy rules, Toreya saw the silent Zhou Li. Just when she thought Zhou Li was thinking about these cumbersome rules.

Then, Zhou Li slapped his head and said sincerely: "It's really troublesome, just forget about the champion."

"It's a pity that the rules can't be changed."

At this time, Don Quixote walked in with coffee. She looked at Zhou Li and said with a wry smile: "I didn't know that these two championship tickets had so many privileges, and now I can't change them even if I want to."

"If you mean you feel that winning by privilege is not a good deal, I suggest you take a good look at your head."

Zhou Li could guess what Don Quixote was concerned about with his toes. After complaining with a blank expression, he put down his registration and said to Don Quixote: "You and Toreya prepare for the battle. I asked. The reward for the runner-up this time is very generous, with at least 50,000 gold coins. With 50,000 gold coins, I can ask Evan to issue an invoice of 200,000 gold coins. This time, 150,000 yuan was released, and the money was back."

Ignoring Zhou Li's previous sentence "I decided to win the championship", Don Quixote took a sip of coffee and commented on his behavior of issuing fake invoices, "It's a bit too many."

He glanced at Don Quixote strangely. Zhou Li did not feel guilty about ruining the righteous female knight. On the contrary, he was a little relieved.

"By the way, if I sign up, what group would I be in?"

Zhou Li asked curiously, his current strength is very strange. The Black Emperor brought him a brilliant intermediate body, but his professional level is only platinum. Because he has been more honest recently, he has not accumulated much power for disasters, so if he uses instruments to measure him, he can only have platinum level.

After hearing this question that caused thought, Don Quixote thought for a long time. She knew what Zhou Li was like, so she couldn't figure out which group Zhou Li should go to for a while.

“Is there a toddler group?”

Zhou Li suddenly had a whim. If he fought all over the children's group, the audience would be shocked. The power of disasters and natural disasters would probably accumulate very quickly.

“Uh, no.”

Even if there is, Don Quixote made up his mind to hide it from Zhou Li. She was really afraid that Zhou Li would kill all the children's team when he pulled his brain away. Zhou Li might not feel any guilt, he would only feel good. But as his subordinate, Don Quixote would die directly in social form.

"never mind."

Zhou Li sighed and gave up this bold idea. He picked up the table again and began to think about the title and the column that he was good at weapons.

"This thing is a fight without a difference."

After a while, Zhou Li raised his head and confirmed: "It's just that as long as I use the weapons I have reported, they can't punish me, right?"

"Well, it's theoretically."

As he tried his best, Don Quixote said tactfully: "But the judges may not allow those explosive weapons with high kill range to come to the stage, which would be unfair to others."

"What is fair or not is bullshit."

Zhou Li was disdainful of this kind of thing, "It's no different to fight, and I'm also a member of it if I spend money."

"At least you have to fight."

Don Quixote said to Zhou Li with a laugh and cry: "If you really want to take out a rocket launcher, it will not be considered a fighting force. No matter how bad you are, you have to take out a melee weapon."

"Melee Weapon?"

Suddenly, Zhou Li seemed to be blessed to his heart, and a genius thought fell into his mind. At this time, he thought of an article he had seen on earth. That article gave him extreme shock at that time and also gave Zhou Li a height of inspiration in another world.

"Melee weapons... are they melee weapons?"

Zhou Li looked at Don Quixote and asked with a serious expression: "I'll confirm whether melee weapons can be passed, and then brought to the stage?"

Although she was vaguely worried that Zhou Li would bring her a new way of playing with wonderful ideas, it was already limited to the melee range, and Don Quixote felt that there should be no big problem. She nodded and confirmed Zhou Li's statement.

"That's good."

Zhou Lizhan smiled, and when this smile, Don Quixote and Toreya Sa burst into cold sweat.

It's bad, this kid has a big job, otherwise he wouldn't have laughed so happily.

"I'll confirm again that this game can be anonymous and masks can be worn, right?"

"Yes."

Toreya nodded with a serious expression on the side. She felt that the rules set by the organizer were originally to protect those contestants would become Zhou Li's toy.

Sure enough, after hearing Toreya's reply, Zhou Li's smile became more and more arrogant, and finally, his smile lingered.

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"Are you sure this is a normal person?"

Looking at the registration form in his hand, the chief reviewer of the organizer of the armed fighter meeting trembled with paper. He raised his head and looked at the staff who handed the registration form to him, and asked in a deep voice: "I have said that people from the Third Spiritual Hospital are not allowed to participate in the competition, and those who are discharged from the hospital are not allowed to do so!"

"But he is a foreign guest and has no history of mental illness."

The clerk was a little innocent, and she didn't know why there was such a thing to participate in the competition, and she was also a foreign guest.

"As for it? So excited?"

At this time, Mr. Charles, one of the organizers of the competition, came over. He looked at the people in front of him with heavy expressions and asked in confusion: "Aren't you just a foreign guest? Are you so nervous?"

"You can take a look at it yourself."

Without further ado, the application form was handed to Mr. Charles.

Charles was silent. He stared at the registration form in a daze and fell into deep thought.

Name: Vanma Kongjiro

There is no big problem with the name. Although this format is a bit strange, the martial arts association does not care about its real identity, and everyone visits.

Then, there is the title.

To be honest, in this world, titles are often the face of a person, and only powerful people are worthy of their own titles. Of course, you can also call them "Shilong", "Stars in the Sky" and "Fork in the Dunge", but others don't know that you have such a title, and it's embarrassing to say it.

Therefore, except for those professions who already have their own fame, most people will not fill in their names in the title column. However, the registration form currently being reviewed has a terrifying title on it.

The most beautiful and beautiful lower body destroyer.

Horror, extremely terrifying.

"Can this title be played?"

Charles asked in confusion: "Can the Magic Image Bureau let you release it?"

"You have thought too far, this is the title, and there are still some below."

After hearing the auditor's words, Charles continued to read. Then his pupils dilated.

"This is absolutely impossible to pass the trial!"

Looking at the photos on the weapon report bar, Charles slapped the table and made a quick decision: "Fuck this guy is crazy."

At this time, in the weapon registration column of the registration form, a weapon photo was lying quietly on it.

"If this kind of thing appears at the fight meeting, we can all reopen it on the spot and jump from the 16th floor with this fake* and bring all the fighters who have been beaten by this fake* to scold them for life. Then we will leave a rich page in history because we are the only one who dares to let the fake** play on magic images!!!!!!"

Without breathing or pause, Charles spoke everyone's voice at an extremely fast speed.

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"Are you serious?"

Looking at the fake ** in Zhou Li's hand, Aiwei was irritated.

"You don't understand that weapons are not the sharper they are, the stronger they are. A truly powerful weapon is a soldier who defeats others without fighting."

Zhou Li held a device in one hand and stood in the house with his back, completely in a state of pride. Ai Wei in front of him looked as if dead.

If I had known this was the case, I was curious.

Just three hours ago, Zhou Li suddenly found him mysteriously and asked him if he knew where there was a civilian hotel nearby. After getting the specific location, Zhou Li rushed down and sneaked back to the room after a while.

Usually, Zhou Li would usually bring Eluma with him when buying things. But this time, Zhou Li did not communicate except ask a question, which aroused Aiwei's curiosity. He walked to Zhou Li's room, knocked on the door, and knocked on his regret.

When he pushed open the door, Zhou Li, who was dancing with swords, was in front of Aiwei. At that moment, Zhou Li was possessed by the sword immortal, with sword energy of tens of meters. Even Aiwei, who was several meters away from him, was repelled by the sword energy, and he stood up with dozens of walls and stood pale.

Anyone who sees a fake wielding sixty centimeters will be scared.

After learning that Zhou Li was holding this magical object to participate in the competition, Avey was in a very complicated mood. Because he quickly guessed what Zhou Li was going to do. Sure enough, Zhou Li began to explain to him.

"Look, I'll find someone to attach a demon to the front end in a while, which is a perfect hammer. And I'll use Misilan or something to plate it up, so that the effect of destroying the demons can be completely destroyed. The most important thing is that although this game cannot harm others physically, it is definitely a pure mental injury."

Zhou Li held a sharp weapon and talked freely, "You said, is a warrior afraid of losing? No, it is not embarrassing to lose to the strong. If they can defeat Torrea's Silver Moon Spear or Don Quixote's guardian shield, they will boast about it for a while. After all, that is the glory of warriors, their glory."
To be continued...