Rebirth of God Punisher

"This... is the little snot-nosed dragon," Zhao Sen looked at the young man in mid-air in disbelief, his mouth opened wide.

Just as Zhao Sen was muttering to himself, the young man in mid-air had slowly turned around.

Eyes like bright stars, nose like hanging gall, bright eyes and white teeth, heroic.

Such a handsome young man.

The director of the match broadcast very appropriately took a close-up shot of the handsome young man's face, and the girls outside the arena screamed together.

At this moment, the handsome young man floated down from midair and landed in front of Zhao Sen.

"Why, you won't recognize this prince if he changes his look," Little Snot-Nosed Dragon, oh no, it should be the little handsome dragon Alva now, laughing at the dumbfounded Zhao Sen.

"Uh..." Zhao Sen still couldn't believe it when he looked at Alva, who was so chic, he really couldn't connect the gentle and handsome guy in front of him with the kid with two snotty noses.

Seeing that Zhao Sen was still in a daze, the impatient Alva couldn't help it.

"I said how long will you be in a daze, kid? I have hundreds of thousands of dollars a second, and I have urgent matters to attend to later, so why don't you get this bastard out of the way?" Alva pointed Kengo Sakamaka, who was in the distance, said to Zhao Sen dissatisfied. After speaking, the kid still sucked his nose habitually, even though the two "snot dragons" guarding the door were no longer at the door of his nose.

Hearing Alva's naughty emphasis, coupled with his habit of sniffing, Zhao Sen finally confirmed it.

It's Alva, the little snot-nosed dragon.

Zhao Sen, who came back to his senses, quickly threw an identification technique to Alva.

When the appraisal panel popped open in front of Zhao Sen's eyes, the kid suddenly gasped.

Ninth level, Fierce Gold Dragon King.

This... this... Zhao Sen suddenly felt suffocated.

Two seconds later, there was only a strange cry of "嗤", and a certain guy threw off his arms and danced enthusiastically "Guozhuang" in public regardless of the live broadcast of the game.

It was only when Zhao Sen made the last move, "Bazaar Hey", that it was a live broadcast of the game, and someone's face suddenly turned into a blood-congested pig's kidney.

Looking at the bewildered Zhao Sen, Alva, who had already been promoted to the Golden Dragon King, slapped himself on the forehead helplessly.

"Dragon God, is this guy really my spiritual contract partner? I really want to slap him away..."

After the ecstasy, Zhao Sen finally remembered the stunned Kengo Sakamaka.

His demon Zhushen turned his head suddenly, and Kengo Sakamaka was taken aback.

"Tell me, are you going to kill yourself in minutes, or let me do it myself," the devil said to Kengo Sakamanaka in a vicious tone imitating Alva's tone just now.

"..." Kengo Sakamaka was speechless.

Admit defeat, this is the final broadcast live all over the world, countless Japanese Wudao fans are watching, retreating without a fight, I can't afford to lose this person.

Bite the bullet and fight, that Demon Thief Zhushen has already tortured himself completely, not to mention that there is a ruffian dragon staring at him standing beside him, wouldn't it be even more embarrassing to be completely tortured to death by this person and dragon.

It's not a fight, it's not a fight, Kengo Sakamaka can finally understand the entanglement of the ancient python just now.

Just when Kengo Sakamaka was sweating, Alva couldn't bear it anymore.

"You bastard, do you want to fight, sir?" Alva yelled angrily at Kengo Sakamaka, and an incomparably powerful dragon's power suddenly struck the sky and covered the sky.

"Plop," under the oppression of the boundlessly powerful Longwei, Kengo Sakamaka couldn't compete with it at all, the boy's knees softened, and he fell to his knees involuntarily.

When the Japanese audience outside the stadium saw this embarrassing scene, they were in an uproar.

Seeing Kengo Sakamaka's cowardice at this moment, the devil Zhushen slowly put away his dragon-slaying dagger.

He glanced at Kengo Sakamaka with disdain, and said coldly:

"It's a disgrace to my reputation to do something to a rookie like you who has no backbone and no fighting spirit. Just admit defeat, I don't want to get my hands dirty,"

Indeed, as the devil Zhushen said, Kengo Sakamaka has no fighting spirit at the moment, and every second on the game map is endless torment for him.

With a flash of white light, Kengo Sakamaka, who pressed the admit defeat button, has already exited the game map.

"Flaming God of War-Devil's Punisher, the Strongest King,"

A row of golden characters appeared on the big screen, and a colorful firework exploded behind the stage. The brothers and sisters of the Huaxia National Team and all the Huaxia Wudao fans present all stood up. They cheered loudly and shouted frantically, Desperately waving the national flags of China, large and small.

The Japanese spectators were silent, confident that they would not be able to accept such a shameful result for a while.

The pale-faced Kengo Sakamaka walked out of the competition box, and the emotions of the Japanese audience suddenly became excited.

Countless Japanese spectators stood up, pointing at Kengo Sakamaka and cursing loudly. Many emotional Japanese spectators had already started throwing beverage bottles and other "hidden weapons" at Kengo Sakamaka, and the staff of the competition organizer rushed to stop it.

Surrounded by five or six Japanese guards, Kengo Sakamaka was quickly escorted away in a daze. At this moment, another competition box on the stage still hadn't seen Zhao Sen coming out.

Inside the ring crater.

Alva walked up to the Demon Thief Zhushen with a serious face.

"Zhu Shen, after I devoured the snake beads of the ancient mana python that absorbed the fruit of the essence of the sun, I have already broken through to the ninth level, and now I have the ability to challenge the dark envoy who sealed the Dragon Valley, as long as the dark god If it is killed, the seal of Dragon Valley will be broken, and our giant dragon family will once again soar in the sky of Auckland mainland," Alva said to Zhushen with some excitement.

"Removing the seal of Dragon Valley is also my duty. I will go with you when I am done here," Zhu Shen said in a deep voice.

"Thank you for your kindness." Alva smiled and patted Zhushen on the shoulder, "Now your strength is too weak, you can't help me in the battle between the Dark God Envoy and you will just die in vain,"

After hearing Alva's words, Zhu Shen stopped talking, he knew that what Alva said was right, the battle between the ninth-level Fierce Gold Dragon King and the Dark God Envoy was indeed not something he could join in the fun.

"Then take care, if you need anything, please feel free to contact me," Zhao Sen patted himself on the heart.

"Okay, I will come back to you after I open the Dragon Valley seal, just wait for my good news," Alva patted his heart.

After one person and one dragon said their farewell, after Alva silently recited a few spells, his golden robe began to move without wind.

In the next second, Alva soared into the sky, and his figure turned into a golden lightning flashed out of the ring-shaped crater and disappeared into the sky...

One minute later, the door of another competition box on the stage finally opened.

The figure of Zhao Sen holding the game helmet appeared at the door.

The cheers of the Huaxia Kingdom audience became even louder.

Under the gaze of everyone, Zhao Sen slowly walked towards the center of the stage, only to hear a sound of "bang bang bang", and the stage was immediately covered with colorful small pieces of paper.

Two Japanese masters of ceremonies walked up to Zhao Sen and congratulated him with forced smiles.

At this time, a small circular platform slowly rose in the center of the stage, and on the small platform was the individual champion trophy of this year's strongest king competition.

"The champion of the individual competition of the strongest king competition has finally been produced, and he is a player from the Chinese national team, Zhao Sen," the Japanese female emcee announced loudly in an excited tone.

Off the stage, shouts and cheers resounded through the night sky like a tsunami.

At this time, the Japanese male master of ceremonies also cooperated and said:

"While sending the most sincere congratulations to Zhao Sen, let us use the loudest voice to call out his game character,"

The Chinese audience and audiences from many other countries immediately shouted in unison:

"The Demon Thief Kills the God,"

After stirring up the atmosphere, the Japanese hostess continued:

"Next, I would like to invite Mr. Shotaro, Minister of the Virtual Industry Department of Japan, and Mr. Zhang Tianxiao, Chairman of Wudao Company, to present awards to our individual champions,"

Zhang Tianxiao walked onto the stage with a smile, and behind him was Shotaro who had a bad face.

"Congratulations, you have won glory for our Huaxia Kingdom," Zhang Tianxiao said with a smile while holding Zhao Sen's hand.

"Thank you, this is what I should do," Zhao Sen hurriedly said modestly.

At this time, Xiangtaro had already won the individual championship trophy and handed it to Zhang Tianxiao.

Shotaro didn't want to stay on the stage for a second at the moment, he wished he could end this damn award ceremony immediately.

Zhang Tianxiao naturally understood Shotaro's thoughts at the moment, but he didn't pay attention to Shotaro with a gloomy face at all.

Wudao Company is now a world-class consortium, and a mere Japanese minister of industry is nothing.

After solemnly handing over the individual competition trophy to Zhao Sen, Zhang Tianxiao deliberately pulled Shotaro to his side.

"Come on, let's take a photo with the champion," Zhang Tianxiao said pulling Shotaro.

Facing the flashing lights of reporters from various countries off the stage, what else can Shotaro do besides squeezing a forced smile on his fat face.

The reporter's "long guns and short cannons" on the stage aimed at the three of them. The moment they pressed the shutter, Zhao Sen raised the championship trophy in his hand high.

"I won, won,,"

Silent shouts exploded from the depths of Zhao Sen's heart, and scenes from the past and present flashed through his mind like a movie.

Seeing Zhao Sen holding the trophy high on the stage, tears of excitement flowed down Qin Ni's face. The brothers and sisters of the Huaxia team even rushed onto the stage and raised Zhao Sen high. They and the Huaxia audience under the stage They yelled over and over again:

"The devil will kill the god, and he will win,"

"Huaxia Kingdom must win,"

The tsunami-like cheers lasted for a full 10 minutes, until two other golden trophies appeared in the center of the stage.

The championship trophy of the team competition and the most important of this year's competition for the strongest king, the National Cup,