Chapter 278 Hmph, do you think I can write the protagonist to fight in the ring?
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the scene of the 1334 National Martial Arts Conference!"
"I am the sweet host who will always love you, Seruna~"
With the charming voice starting with at least five plus points, the popular female host of the National TV station, wearing a hot and high-slit long skirt, made a brilliant debut in the blooming fireworks, girl short skirt dances and gorgeous and gorgeous projections.
Light and shadow, beauty, bgm…
If you change the occasion, this carefully designed scene will definitely be super eye-catching, enough to increase the room temperature of the stadium by several degrees.
Unfortunately, except for some lsp, most of the audience's attention today was not on her and the group of hot-dance girls, but stared at the slowly opening passages.
Through the silver door of the passage, you can vaguely see the martial artists from all over the country who are about to appear.
For the current Maple Leaf people, these martial arts masters who show off their faces in various publicity channels are undoubtedly the hottest stars at present, the kind that directly reports on popularity!
Of course, as an elite who can emerge from the army of thousands of troops, Seruna obviously knows what the audience wants at the moment.
So after earning enough flash, she suddenly smiled, then suddenly raised her hand, and the bursting dance music and the girl suddenly stopped.
The red lips, like flames, curled up slightly like the moon, and Sairona walked to the front of the hosting round table with her enchanting cat steps.
She blinked charmingly with her azure eyes looking around the audience.
"Although I have to waste a little more time according to the regulations,...who cares?"
Amid the cheerful laughter and whistle, the beautiful female host suddenly threw a thick stack of hand cards into the sky.
Accompanied by the audience's screams, the tall beauty raised her hands high in the falling hand-jammed surround, shouting:
"So, let us invite the real protagonist today, martial arts masters from all over the country!"
The shocking war drum exploded like thunder, and the huge antique horn was slowly blown...
As the control room was busy, the five contestants began to gush out of the thick white fog.
Surrounded by hazy mist, figures wearing uniform martial arts uniforms began to walk out of the passage.
The contestants finally started entering the field!
"Oh my God, I saw Andy, the tiger hunter!"
"Miss Wild Rose, look here! I love you!"
"The Sword Saint of Wind! Will Win! Will Win! Will Win!"
…
The audience was in full swing, and countless fans began to waving flags and shouting for their idols. The screams of the girls and young women came one after another.
As for those dozens and hundreds of people gathered together, the fan clubs in uniform, they even pulled up huge banners, and the rhythm of the support sticks burst out after the impact was resounding through the sky.
Of course, this does not mean that those "scattered people" are not fanatical. In fact, these ordinary audiences who occupy the largest number are also shouting very excitedly, and there are even many "gongs and drums" guys.
However, behind these people's fanaticism, how much is because of the gambling script in their hands? Only God knows...
"It's really lively, more passionate and energetic than the United States finals..."
Listening to the terrifying noise, I recognized the slogan of "The Sword Saint of Wind" from it. Alvin, who was waiting in the passage to come on, couldn't help but chuckled.
Although he knew that this was probably the "filial piety" of the power behind his apprentices, at least half of them were professional actors, but the atmosphere created still made him very satisfied.
After all, whether the task progress bar can be used to fill up this opportunity is also very important.
"For the sake of effect, you can try some extraordinary skills on the stage later. It is good to control the strong wind, so you can also respond to the name of the strong wind... and so on!"
Gu Chu
Alvin, who was queuing out, seemed to sense something, and suddenly his face changed. He suddenly turned his head and looked at the northeast corner of the stadium.
"This familiar fluctuation..."
Cold, evil, slippery... like pitch black mud...
"Strange mist?!"
Although it is not surprising that this super city is targeted at all, at such a sensitive time, Alvin can't help but frown.
His gaze seemed to "see" a wisp of unknown strange mist that was struggling to gush out from the eastward direction of the gymnasium.
Amid the audience's ignorant noise, it comes with horror!
"That location... seems to be the main control room of the gym?"
Alvin turned his head and looked at the camera in the passage, pondered for a while, and then summoned the shadow.
With the arrival of his will, the invisible and tangible "ghost" shook slightly in the air, and then suddenly turned around and ran to the place where the fog was gushing.
Because of the ability to ignore physical obstacles, the shadow quickly reached the abnormal point, but in these few seconds, the strange fog with increasingly powerful erosion effects began to spread.
And the first batch of victims have also appeared...
Under normal circumstances, the noisy control room that is always crowded with people is dead silent at this moment. Most people fall into a coma under the erosion of the forces of other worlds.
And those who have not been "sealed" are even worse.
Accompanied by a fierce cough turning into a hoarse roar, a middle-aged man with a flat black hat was changing rapidly towards the monster's form in a twisted and mutated body with flesh and bones. The deformed sickle arm had begun to take shape.
And there are eight guys who are treated similarly!
Faced with this scene, Evan decisively used the teleportation scepter to teleport the newly acquired No. 2 Banshee Sister Wernerland to the Shadow.
The banshee Velnalan, who has been staying with a "little queen" to help recently, has already received instructions from Alvin, so she appears directly in the control room invisible state.
After a brief reading of the bar, the evil shadow spell directly detonated the heads of eight mutant unlucky guys!
However, for the strange fog that pours out like a torrent, this loss is not even damage.
In an instant, the huge fog ball, which had been enhanced by more than a few dozen times when Alvin first met, exploded invisibly.
Following Alvin's order, Banshee Velnaran tried to use his remaining space magic to hinder the invasion of the power of another world.
But unfortunately, her power level is a bit far worse than the existence behind the fog. After the world's defense and acuity were weakened, even if she tried her best, she would only slow down the fog's invasion and spread, but she could not completely plug the loophole.
At this time, the "mutant energy sensing and early warning equipment" that had been popularized among major countries finally sensed an abnormality. An extremely harsh, beeping alarm sounded in the entire stadium!
"Trouble..."
Listening to the harsh alarm and looking at the audience room where abnormalities began to appear because of the fog spreading, Alvin, who had originally planned to be completely disrupted, couldn't help but sigh silently in his heart.
He never likes accidents.
But it is obvious that the world will not revolve around him, and there will always be this thing.
Therefore, Alvin always believes that one of the keys to the ultimate success is whether he can transform those endless accidents into his own help.
"Although the method is a bit different from what I expected, today, the name of the Sword Saint of the Wind will still resound throughout the world!"
After looking at the cameras that were still live, and staying slightly on several photographers who are still insisting on the shooting scene. Alvin pondered for a second, then he pushed away the contestants who were in panic due to the "mutation sensing alarm" in front of him, and strode towards the audience that began to fall into the opportunity.
By the way, he forced an iron rod from the auditorium guardrail.