freeallnovels Chapter 3818 A Brilliant Rainbow (1) Premonition
Chapter 3818 A Brilliant Rainbow (1) Premonition
Chapter 3818 A Brilliant Rainbow (1) — Premonition
The more important the occasion, the more likely it is to attract evil spirits and monsters.
In a corner of the huge circular stands, at the entrance staircase, a young man carrying a large bucket of popcorn and wearing a thick gold chain slowly walked in—following behind him was a small child carrying two cups of soda, following slowly.
Jinshi is not used to actively seeking out people because it's too much trouble.
However, now that he knows of Odin's existence, and doesn't want to actively seek him out, he might as well reveal himself... As for the issue of him not having a ticket...
"Hey, you bastard, this spot is mine!"
Near the ring, Jin Shi stomped his foot hard on the back of a chair, startling a white couple who were kissing.
The white man was furious and about to make a move, but then, as if possessed, his eyes glazed over. "Ah... I'm sorry, I saw there was no one here, so I sat down... Sorry, sorry!"
Then the white couple ran away... and even the people sitting to their left and right ran away too—instantly all four seats in the row became empty.
Jin Shi sat down casually, grabbed a handful of popcorn and stuffed it into his mouth, his shark-like eyes scanning the surroundings. "So, where are you... you hiding bastard?"
The little devil sat down next to him, and the two large glasses of soda were put together, and they started slurping them down with two straws—yes, both glasses of soda belonged to the little devil.
"This is a good location!"
Jin Shi frowned, and then saw a guy suddenly sit down next to him... John!
"What are you doing here?" Jin Shi asked curiously.
"Haven't you heard the saying that murderers like to come back to the scene of the crime?" John said with a smile.
Jin Shi was taken aback: "You made a move? Didn't you say that there was no need for interference in this afternoon's match?"
He knew there was a very popular betting event on the Z-coin website that afternoon, with stakes even higher than the previous match between Abraham and Qu Rou.
There's no way around it, the Little Sword Immortal is just too popular. She's powerful, cute, and has accumulated a lot of buffs, so it's impossible for her not to be popular.
As for the other one, it is Houssien of the Holy See, a slutty guy in Jin Shi’s opinion who is wasting his time not working as a male escort in the popular Ginza shopping mall – but Houssien’s supporters are even larger than Qu Rou’s.
why?
Because the number of believers and casual believers of the Holy See is simply too large, accounting for almost a third of the world's population, and even in the New World there is a large number... Just take a fraction of the believers and they bet, and it's still a population base of tens of millions.
King had expected John to let him do something to Hussein, but John didn't.
“Because I’ve discovered something interesting.” John suddenly narrowed his eyes.
Jinshi blinked... The commentators in the arena were shouting loudly, and the much-anticipated [Little Sword Immortal] was running somewhat awkwardly onto the arena amidst the waves of cheers.
"Huh?" Jin Shi's gaze fell on the adorable Little Sword Immortal, and he muttered to himself, "That sword aura on her... I feel like I've seen it somewhere before..."
“Right? That’s interesting.” John chuckled.
Jin Shi looked suspicious... because he really couldn't remember where he had seen it before—it felt somewhat special, but it didn't seem like anything important, yet it made him feel uneasy, but he couldn't bring himself to ask any further.
"Damn it, you guys are disturbing me!"
He kicked the seat in front of him... and then the audience members in front of him silently chuckled.
John suddenly frowned, his gaze sweeping across the various arenas before he fell into deep thought... Sensing that this guy with the bulging lungs seemed a bit off, Kintoki couldn't help but cast a glance at him.
"what's the situation?"
John thought for a moment and said, "Although I don't know what you're looking for... I have a feeling that it's related to the guy you're looking for."
This was a very convoluted statement, and even with Kintoki's limited brain capacity, he was stunned for quite a while.
"...No, you don't even know I'm looking for Odin, so how would you know it's related to Odin?"
"Oh... the person you're looking for is named Odin?"
"You..."
John quickly waved his hand, smiling with a "don't rush me" look, and said, "It seems some... interesting guys have snuck in today."
……
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On the referee's bench.
With the appearance of the "Little Sword Immortal," a group of powerful figures suddenly looked in the direction of the "Empress of China," and then glanced at the upright-sitting Stella... their expressions were quite strange.
"Why are you looking at me?" Su Zijun clicked her tongue impatiently.
Lamias curiously leaned closer and asked, "You didn't actually agree to Stella's request and temporarily buffed [Little Swordswoman], did you? She didn't have that yesterday..."
Su Zijun just rolled her eyes—how could she know what had happened?
Actually, if this were to actually happen, no one would say anything... At most, after everyone goes back, they would secretly give a boost to the juniors they have their eyes on.
But this clearly violates the agreement made before the competition... If everyone here shamelessly strengthens their juniors in private, what's the point of the arena competition? They might as well just go down into the arena and fight each other.
"【Little Sword Immortal】has a high level of talent, so it's not surprising that she broke through on the spot." 【Radiance】 coughed lightly. "The cultivation system in Shenzhou is different from ours. They place more emphasis on comprehension... Wasn't Qu Rou also comprehension this morning, and she also withdrew? So this should just be a coincidence."
This was clearly a deliberate attempt to be biased... but no one said anything.
You, [Radiance], are a [Non-Human] King, so whatever you say goes.
Anyway, the person who stepped forward was Hussein, and Stra had even said that it would be best to beat Hussein to the point of questioning his existence... I've never seen such an outrageous request.
The priest was still sitting upright, but those who knew him well knew that the old rogue was actually asleep—his eyes were painted on.
"China really does produce a lot of talented people..." Lamias smiled, though there was a hint of envy in her voice.
Since the failed attempt to capture Hades, the Dark Order has lost all its elite forces, resulting in a severe internal shortage. Even with the replenishment of some personnel after the revival of spiritual energy, they cannot recruit openly like other organizations. Therefore, the new combat power they have acquired is not ideal, and Lamias is still the only one holding the fort.
Therefore, the results of this Dark Order were mediocre, with not even one person making it to the finals.
Lamias had long given up on the idea of competing for the tournament championship... and was just planning to see if there was a chance to make trouble at the last minute, hoping to take advantage of the chaos.
"Now, approaching us is the future of the Holy See..."
……
Hussein entered the stage, elegant and charming, holding a rose lightly in his hand, his short cape fluttering in the wind... He looked like a prince straight out of a comic book, radiating a dazzling special effect.
"So flashy...this guy..."
The little swordsman narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling that this guy was not only holding a rose in his hand, but also surrounded by a profusion of flowers.
Hussein gently handed over the rose.
—What's going on...?
What is this old man trying to do...?
—I'm just a sixteen-year-old kid...
—My first love doesn't want a greasy, middle-aged man!!!
—Don't come any closer!
"Are you shy?" Houssien chuckled. "Don't be nervous. There's a saying in China: 'Give a rose to someone and your hand will retain its fragrance.'"
That's not how you use that sentence!
—Have you taken your Chinese proficiency test yet?
—You're kidding me!!!
"...Thank you, but I don't like roses." The Little Sword Immortal took a slight step back, twirling her sword. "Anran from Zhongnan Mountain, please enlighten me!"
Houssien sighed, the rose in his hand withering at a visible speed. "It's a real pity to be rejected... Miss Anran, in that case, let's put on a wonderful performance for the audience."
Get out of here!!!
[Little Sword Immortal] took a deep breath and made the first move.
Houssien calmly parried with his sword, unexpectedly seizing the opportunity with remarkable precision, and actually deflected the Little Sword Immortal's longsword.
An Ran immediately forgot about her inner complaints and quickly got into the zone.
Along the way, no one has ever been able to deflect my sword so easily... The opponent's swordsmanship is not weak, it's just that he has never shown it before.
……
"Heh, the candidate for [Holy Son] may have a somewhat unpleasant personality, but his talent is indeed formidable." Vasco Paladin, who was watching the match from the sidelines, couldn't help but sigh.
This world is unfair. Why do people like Stella and Hossein possess such great abilities and talents, while those who work hard to cultivate always fall short by a little bit...
"This is the first time I've seen Lord Hussein use a sword... I never knew his swordsmanship was so amazing!"
"You didn't know? Hussein used to be a fencer, and a genius at that... After joining the Holy See, he completed the Paladin's swordsmanship training course in just two weeks. In terms of swordsmanship alone, several swordsmanship masters in the church were no match for him."
"I see……"
……
On the arena, the candidate for "Holy Son" and the "Little Sword Immortal" began to exchange blows, their swordsmanship almost evenly matched.
Anyway, the audience couldn't understand it, and the more flashy it was, the more impressive it seemed, and the cheers in the arena continued.
The two gradually increased their speed, and soon only two afterimages remained, constantly moving and intertwining on the arena.
"An Ran has improved again." The old scoundrel breathed a sigh of relief. "What a promising talent! What a lucky break for old man Bai Jie."
How could he not see that An Ran, the Little Sword Immortal, had improved her strength since her last attack... and that didn't even include the terrifying yet faint sword intent contained within the Little Sword Immortal's body?
The appearance of this sword intent was quite unexpected... but only someone at his level could sense it.
"It should be a warning," Ah Xi Ruo said calmly.
Yes, the existence of sword intent seemed to be a way of telling people at this level that the "Little Sword Immortal" was protected: normal competition was fine, but if you bullied someone weaker, don't blame me for breaking the rules...
"Not [Hundred Tribulations]..." the old man pondered, "Is there someone behind An Ran? Within the Divine Continent, who else possesses such terrifying sword intent?"
Suddenly, Ah Xiruo frowned.
The old man had been observing the Dragon King's expression. "Have you thought of something?"
Ah Xiruo shook her head slightly, "It's just that I suddenly have a bad feeling... I have a feeling that something is going to happen."
The Divine Dragon of China is very efficacious; believers all say it's good. Even this old man occasionally offers a prayer… Upon hearing this, he pondered, “Could it be Mr. Wednesday? He hasn't shown himself yet…”
Ah Xi Ruo thought for a moment and said, "Let our people go into the embassy first."
This measure was drafted well in advance during closed-door discussions at the Chinese embassy.
The old man nodded, referring naturally to the Chinese contestants who failed to reach the finals, as well as some important officials and social figures active in Washington, D.C.
The old scoundrel immediately spread rumors that Huo Zhen... leaving Huo Zhen at the embassy was for logistical support.
This time, we will bring the secret treasure [Two Elements Realm] out not only for Da Zhuang and the others to cultivate, but also to have a ready-made refuge space to deal with some special situations.
[The Two Realms] were collected and then thrown to Ah Xi Ruo... Who could possibly harm someone from the hands of the True Dragon of the Divine Land?
……
The final battle between the Little Sword Immortal and Houssien is still fierce... It seems like the final showdown.
In contrast, the battles on the nearby arenas have already concluded one after another, with some fighters already replaced while others are still locked in combat.
Before anyone knew it, there were now four contestants from Chad on the stage at the same time...
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In a rented warehouse in Washington, D.C.
A large number of small warehouses were built here, specifically for people to store miscellaneous items... The only person guarding them was an old, dark-skinned man who was about to retire. He was watching the small TV screen of the arena match and simply registered an old Ford that had just driven in.
Will this place attract thieves?
Every day, a dozen or twenty warehouses here fail to renew their leases due to expiration, and the goods inside are all destined for the landfill... Who cares if there are thieves?
Some people even come to places like this specifically to lease expired warehouses to make treasure hunt and unboxing videos.
Old Ford drove to a warehouse deep inside and stopped... Wayne opened the car door, opened the roller shutter of the warehouse in front of him, and then drove Old Ford inside.
He pulled the shutter shut again, then moved the cabinet against the wall in the warehouse, revealing a door.
Swipe the card, open the door, and an elevator takes Wayne deep underground.
This is a huge cold storage room... Inside the cold storage room, there are numerous large shelves arranged densely—and at this moment, each shelf is almost filled with rectangular metal boxes about two meters long.
Rows of lights lit up overhead, stretching all the way to the end of the warehouse... Wayne strode to the end of the lights, sat down in front of a huge control panel, and quickly manipulated the instruments on it.
Suddenly, Wayne stopped what he was doing. Without any hesitation, he turned around, drew his gun, and aimed.
“Oh, Mr. Wayne, don’t be nervous… it’s me.”
Wayne narrowed his eyes and glanced at the other person... Ricky, the waiter from Mr. Wednesday!
He didn't put down the specially made gun in his hand. "Where is your master? Why are you the only one here?"
The waiter smiled slightly and said, "The weather is exceptionally nice today. The gentleman said he wants to stay at the venue and wait for the rainbow to appear."
"Rainbow?" Wayne asked, half suspicious and half wary.
“I don’t know what it is either.” Ricky shook his head. “But it doesn’t matter. I’m here to help you, Mr. Wayne… After all, it’s difficult for you to operate these things alone… Hmm, soldiers?”
As if in response to that shout from the soldier.
On the shelves of the huge freezer, from the boxes, came sudden sounds of slapping, shaking, vibration... and even roaring.
"You'd better be." Wayne slowly lowered the weapon in his hand.
Ricky chuckled and picked up the shopping bag in his hand. "Would you like a sandwich? I just bought it."
Wayne was silent for a moment before saying in a deep voice, "Why today?"
Ricky smiled and said, "The gentleman said that people always tend to save their greatest anticipation for the last moment, which is also when everyone is most nervous and cautious... But that's not a good time. So, why not adjust our mindset? What we need is a relatively relaxed state for everyone..."
Wayne couldn't help but sneer: "He really is an old bastard... [Odin]!"