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Space itself is a great power.

Alan deeply felt this when he came down from the transport ship and stood in this open port square. The fully armed soldiers maintained order around the square, and behind their walls of building a man were the onlookers. These noble people living on the floating islands stared at the children walking down from the guide ship with eager eyes and cheered at them.

A total of 22 flight ships were sent into the port of Liberty. Today, the largest port in Babylon was opened to the participants of the Death Arena. Alan saw about twenty young men and women of similar age descending from their respective flight ships. Like Alan, most of them were often shocked by the scene in front of him and stayed in place for a while.

However, one or two young men waved their hands to the Babylonian nobles with a smile, and some even gave them a blowing kiss, so the cheers became louder.

At this time, a huge shadow appeared on the ground of the square. Alan looked up and saw that it was an airship. Under the streamlined hull, there was a rectangular metal pod. There was a large screen on both sides of the pod, and the screen was a welcome scene of Goddess Port Square.

"That was a live broadcast program produced by the Preparatory Committee of the Death Arena. Don't pay attention to them. It's really no creativity when you do the same thing every time." Tonysff pushed Allen and said, "Let's go, baby. Time doesn't wait for anyone."

At the exit of the square, all kinds of land speeds are parked. They are also powered by the Rubik's Cube energy, using an anti-gravity engine drive system. They look a bit like a huge dragonfly, with a streamlined main body, and behind it is a stable support bar. The baffle and control blade are located behind the support bar to form a component similar to the rudder, which can be used to change direction.

Each land speed has only two seats, and it is provided to guides and contestants to go to the designated training base for the final training for a month. Tonysff took Allen to one of the speedways marked "13". Allen was going to sit down, but asked the lieutenant to stand: "You have to stand so that they can see you clearly. Listen to baby, although the competition will only start a month later. In fact, the competition between you and other children has begun. Believe me, you have to perform well. The more people like you, the more you will be."

The speed truck started one by one, and stabilized ailerons extended from both sides of the locomotive, and the power unit at the bottom began to operate. Under the action of the anti-gravity engine, the locomotive floated up smoothly, stopped after 20 cm from the ground, then turned around and drove out of the port exit in an orderly manner.

The convoy advanced along the route designated by the organizer. Over the convoy, the steam airship was tracking the entire journey. Two hosts appeared on the large screen. They introduced the teenagers from various administrative regions to the residents of Babylon in a humorous tone. Along the way, the teenagers on the land were welcomed by the people of the floating island.

They cheered and shouted, pointing at the boy passing by, and commenting.

Although Tonysff asked Allen to smile, he really couldn't smile. After the initial shock, he found that everyone in Babylon was very happy, but from their eyes, Allen could not see any kindness. These people looked at themselves, more like watching a rare animal. Perhaps for these noble people, they and others were like juggling on the stage, and they were audiences who were preparing to enjoy a grand performance.

That's right, audience! They stood here to welcome the teenagers on the Floating Island, just to watch the show in advance. As for the life and death of the tool, they would not care about it. Perhaps a cat and dog could make them feel distressed for a while. As for the untouchables on the surface, they could not even compare to the pets they kept.

Looking at Allen's expressionless look, Tonysff sighed.

At this time, in the airship in the sky, the host said: "Luson in District 12 is such a bad-tempered child. I hope he will perform better in the future. Okay, let's take a look at the contestants in District 13. Well, his name is Allen... Oh my God. What a special child this is."

The picture turned on the big screen and Alan appeared. In the picture, Alan was standing in the land bike. There was no smile on his face, his lips were tightly pursed, and there was even a hint of anger in his eyes. However, the decent clothes, handsome facial features and the special silver hair color made the Babylonian residents exclaim.

The host said at this time: "I believe everyone has seen it, our dear Allen. Oh my God, if the information on hand did show that he was from District 13, I wouldn't believe that this young man came from the surface. I would rather believe that he was from a young master from a high-ranking nobleman. Look at his temperament and noble hair color. Do you believe it? He actually came from the surface?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the nobles on both sides of the highway shouted.

"How is it possible, are you mistaken? How could such a beautiful boy come from a place full of garbage on the surface!"

"Oh my God, could this be the young master who accidentally fell to the surface, right?"

"The preparatory committee should thoroughly investigate that the untouchables on the surface cannot have such noble temperament!"

Among these loud comments, there were even young women screaming: "I love you, Allen."

On the bike, Allen's face became even more ugly. The boy whispered: "They are so noisy."

But Tonysf laughed: "The more quarrels they are, the more beneficial it will be to you, baby."

On the airship, the host said again: "Everyone, our little Alan has a special story. Do you know that the number on him should have belonged to a little fat man named Beth. But the fat man's father asked Allen to replace his son and handed over our little Alan. Of course, the father and son have been punished as they deserve. But after Lieutenant Ron discovered this, he once gave Allen a chance. He could have chosen to withdraw, but our little master chose to stay. What courage is this!"

A scene of Hearn and his son being executed was inserted into the airship screen. Finally, the host said: "Let us look forward to Allen's next performance."

A pocket watch slides down to the smooth floor.

In a corner of the Floating Island, a live broadcast of a welcome scene was projected on the wall of a room. The picture was Alan's still childish face. Someone freezes the picture and then looks at the boy in the picture in a daze. After a moment, he sat down weakly on a gray sofa.

He reached out to pick up the pocket watch on the floor, and there was a photo in the pocket watch. In the photo, there was a girl, who was only about twelve or thirteen years old. Her pretty little face looked stubborn, and her expression and appearance were very similar to Alan in the picture.

"Ten years old? Or eleven years old? No matter what age, I am very kissing and kissing in time. And this face, my god... Lannie, is he your child?"

The man slapped a silver bell on the table, and after a moment, a man with a butler looked like a housekeeper walked in. The man pointed to the screen and said, "I want the gene comparison of this child!"

"Who should I compare with?" asked the housekeeper cautiously.

"I!"

The housekeeper lowered his head: "Master, the committee will not let outsiders contact these children."

"No matter what method you use, you must do it for me! Otherwise, you can get out of here!" The man roared, his tone without refutation.

"I understand." The housekeeper nodded and stepped back.

The man seemed to have lost all his strength, and he sat back. He hugged his head with his hands and said in pain: "How could this happen? What if he is really Lanni's child? How can I rescue him from that hell? I'm so stupid. If I had known that you would be so stubborn, I shouldn't have stopped you back then. At least you can still be by my side, Lanni, my child..."

He looked at the picture on the wall in pain, and looked at Alan, and he moaned, "God, please don't treat me like this. I have lost a loved one, please don't let me lose a second one again. If he is."

Alan didn't know that there was a person who was in pain for his appearance at this moment. He only knew that when the automatic door of the training base building closed, his ears suddenly became much quieter. The base building was divided into 23 floors, and has been used as a player in the death ring for training a month before participating in the competition. During this month, each of them would receive guidance from a mentor alone in order to make their skills more exquisite and have a greater chance of surviving in the competition.

Each floor corresponds to an administrative district, and the first floor on the top floor is used by the preparatory committee office of the competition, and is also used to conduct regular inspections of contestants from various administrative districts.

Seeing Tonisf walking in front of him with model-like steps, Allen suddenly felt that this shemale lieutenant was not as annoying as before. At least, when he looked at himself, he didn't look at a tool for entertainment like the residents of Babylon. Tonisf took Ellen to the 13th floor. As soon as the elevator door opened, he smelled the strong aroma of wine floating in the corridor.

"I forgot to tell you that this old guy, Houton, is still an alcoholic." Tonysff used his cold high heels to step across the corridor floor, and after entering the password in front of an electronic door, the automatic door was indented and opened, and there was an open space inside.

The entry point is a dining area. Allen saw a long dining table and neatly arranged chairs, a refrigerator and wine cabinet next to it, and even an open kitchen. Behind it is a training area, which is spacious enough to be equipped with various utensils. There is also a weapon stand on the corner of the south wall, filled with guns and swords.

At the end are several rooms, which should be used for rest for contestants and mentors.

A man was lying on the dining table, with several empty wine bottles scattered at his feet. He placed them in his hands on the table, holding the wine bottle that had been left with half a bottle. The amber whiskey inside was flowing down from the sloping bottle mouth, forming a small puddle on the floor.

"Oh, Mr. Hugton. Damn, Major General, you're drunk again!" Tonysff screamed, strode over and shook the man.

The man slept like a dead pig, and he never woke up no matter how he shook it. The lieutenant was so angry that he stamped his feet like a woman. Suddenly he saw the wine bottle in his hand, and immediately took it over. Then he shook the mouth of the bottle back and forth against the man's nose. Suddenly, he moved. He almost jumped up and shouted: "Good wine, so fragrant wine! Give it to me, give it to me!"

"Mr. Hugton, you're finally awake." Tonysff threw the wine bottle back to him.

The man picked up the wine bottle without saying a word, drank all the wine in the bottle before burping, saying, "It's you, Tonysff. Haven't you been on vacation?"

"Mr. Hugton, I'm going to pick up people on the surface. You won't forget that the new death ring will begin in a month, right?"

"When...of course." The man yawned: "The guys in the committee asked me to be a mentor for a boy and promised to give me a box of top volcanic beauties after the game. That's the fine wine produced by Ada Huaxing, how could I miss it?"

"Thank God, you haven't been confused yet. Then this is the player you want to guide. From District 13, his name is Allen." Tonysff waved to Allen.

Allen walked over.

Finally, I saw clearly that this was an old man in his fifties. But Allen swears that he had never seen such a strong old man. Wrinkles had already crept on his face, and his eyes were even blue because of drinking for many years. But his body was as strong as a bear, and even Ron was thinner than him. When he stood up completely, he was like a mountain, and Allen was completely submerged in his shadow!

It's strange that Tonysf has already said that this Houton is a major general. The text starts. Logically speaking, his source power should be stronger than Ron. But on him, Allen couldn't see the light of the half-dividing source power. Next to him, the light green fluorescent light on Tonysf's body told Allen that his ability had not been invalid.

"Is it this kid? It looks OK. Let me see what you learned in Ron's kennel." Houtun stretched out his big hand and pressed on Alan's forehead.

Alan subconsciously retreated, but somehow, his forehead was still pressed by Houton's hand. Houton's palm began to become hot. Only then did Allen realize that the old man not only had source power, but the source power's flame was very bright. It was like a small sun rising in his body. Alan couldn't help but close his eyes.

"Well, four source power vortexes have been tempered. Has it only taken four months? The attributes of source power... are too weak to feel it for the time being. But the potential is OK, wait..."

Hütton was originally drowsy, but suddenly his lazy expression disappeared, and his eyes even became sharp.

Tonysff stood beside him, as if he was sweating for Allen. Seeing that Hugton's face suddenly changed, the second lieutenant couldn't help but ask nervously: "What happened?"

Houton let go of Allen, his eyes became a little weird, and then he looked at Tonysff and said, "Are you sure you didn't pick up the wrong person?"

"Of course not!"

"Then I don't need my guidance."

"Why?" the second lieutenant asked.
Chapter completed!