<h4>Chapter 88: One Second to End the Battle, the Unlucky Commander of the Royal Guards, David.</h4>


    After Mike sat down, the king turned around and shot a nce.


    Immediately, a group of maids walked over. Each of them was as beautiful as a flower, and each of them held a te of fruit and drinks.


    Seeing this scene, the yers were stunned.


    Wasn’t this difference too big?


    God yer and the king were sitting in the VIP seats. They were eating fruits and drinking beverages, and there were even beautiful women serving them.


    What about themselves?


    They were squeezed in the crowded audience seats and were surrounded by a bunch of burly men.


    The difference was too big!


    The yers in the audience seats silently turned their heads away, no longer looking at Mike’s situation.


    ‘As long as I don’t look, I won’t feel hurt.’


    ‘Sob sob sob…’


    ..


    Very quickly, themander of the Royal Guards, David, walked to the center of the stage and announced,


    “The tournament of the City of Light will officiallymence!


    “The first group of participants will now enter the stage.”


    Following that, two white lights appeared on the stage.


    After the white lights disappeared, the figures of the two yers appeared in everyone’s sight.


    When the two yers saw each other, they immediately reacted.


    It seemed that the other party was their opponent for the first round.


    David paused for a moment, allowing some time for the contestants to react. Then, he shouted,


    “Let thepetition begin!”


    Then, he leaped back and jumped below the stage.


    The rules of thepetition were very simple. If one of them admitted defeat, fell out of the stage, or was killed, then the other side would win.


    This was also the reason why the tournament only allowed adventurers to participate.


    If an NPC died, they would really die.


    However, yers could revive.


    Moreover, ording to the NPCs’ observations, there would not be any losses if adventurers were to die in the arena.


    In that case, the audience could watch the most exciting battle.


    Neither side would need to be afraid of losing.


    They just needed to do their best to win.


    ..


    When the two yers heard the “let thepetition begin”mand, they immediately rushed toward each other.


    A battle between melee yers was that simple.


    Due to therge number of participants, only one minute was allowed for the first few rounds.


    Only when there was a small number of participants left would the time for each battle be longer.


    In order to defeat the opponent in a short period of time, or to reduce the opponent’s HP.


    The two did not hold back at all. They immediately handed over their most powerful skills and began to fight.


    This kind of exciting battle made the NPCs very excited and thrilled. Everyone cheered loudly, cheering for the side they thought highly of.


    ..


    In the special seats, the king looked at the situation on the stage and asked,


    “God yer, what do you think of the two people below?”


    Mike stuffed a grape into his mouth as he casually said,


    “They’re just trash. They won’t be able to block a single strike from me.”


    The king was silent. He did not say anything.


    Very quickly, one minute had passed.


    The winner was immediately decided based on the remainder of the two contestant’s HP.


    The winner enjoyed the apuse. Although the loser did not die, he still left the stage dejectedly.


    A few secondster, the second group of contestants was teleported onto the stage.


    Without wasting any more time, the second round quickly began.


    The king asked again,


    “What about these two?”


    “Trash,” Mike replied in the same simple and crude manner.


    The king could not help but nce at Mike, and then fell into silence again.


    Mike did not say anything.


    He felt an iing hidden mission.


    As for why he was invited to the VIP seats.


    It was either because of his Human Affinity or because he had done the Wheat Field Protection mission before.


    Moreover, it may be due to the fact that he had epted the Missing Princess mission or that he had eliminated the bounty.


    In short, anything special could be the reason for triggering this hidden mission.


    It might even require the satisfaction of the two or three factors for the mission to be triggered.


    Second World was too real. It waspletely unlike a normal online game that was too conventional and overly formic.


    As a 30-year-old yer, Mike was not surprised by this.


    He was just patiently waiting for his turn and for the king’s instructions.


    After dozens of rounds of battles, a maid stepped forward and said,


    “Lord God yer, it’s your turn to participate in the next round. Please get ready.”


    Mike nodded slightly. The king asked again,


    “How long do you think it will take for you to win this round?”


    Without thinking, Mike extended one finger.


    The king frowned slightly. “One minute?”


    Mike shook his head.


    The king was slightly surprised. “Can it be… ten seconds?”


    Mike shook his head again.


    The king fell silent. He looked at Mike with a slight change in expression.


    Mike grinned,


    “One second is enough.”


    As soon as he said that, Mike disappeared from where he was.


    At the same time, two white lights appeared on the stage.


    When everyone saw Mike’s figure, they were all excited.


    This was God yer!


    A man who hadpleted the 100th floor of the Tower of Challenges.


    A man who had massacred countless NPCs and yers in Hero City.


    A man who was extremely mysterious and powerful.


    What kind of wonderful battle would this man perform?


    Many people were already looking forward to it.


    Everyone admired the strong, and no one did not enjoy watching the strong fight.


    At this moment, the yer opposite of Mike was nervous.


    Obviously, no one thought highly of him.


    Even he did not think highly of himself.


    He sighed and epted the result of his defeat. He did not even raise his weapon and was ready to give up.


    Mike stood on the spot without any seriousness.


    The next moment, themander of the Royal Guards, David, looked at the two of them and announced,


    “Let the match begin!”


    The moment he said that, Mike raised his left hand.


    The Sword of Meredith in his hand immediately transformed into the Staff of Meredith.


    A small fireball was shot directly toward the center of the arena.


    Following which, a huge wave of fire exploded!


    A strong heatwave swept through the entire arena like a tsunami.


    All the yers in the audience seats felt as if they were in the center of a volcano.


    The intense burning sensation made them feel as if their bodies were soaked through.


    If it were not for the fact that this was the audience seat of the arena, and was a safe zone.


    Just this small fireball alone could probably take the lives of everyone present!


    The mes gradually dispersed, leaving only Mike on the stage.


    The entire arena fell into a period of silence, bing quiet.


    Among them, the most eye-catching one was not Mike, but themander of the Royal Guards, David who was lying outside the stage.


    Although he immediately jumped back after saying “let the match begin”.


    However, because Mike’s attack speed was too fast.


    So…


    David seemed to have been affected by the attack just now.


    The magnificentmander of the Royal Guards actually fell to the ground because of the aftershock of an adventurer’s attack.


    This God yer …was too terrifying.