Super Master of Female President

"Serve, absolutely take it!"

Doom smiled heartily and said: "This boy Baal is not only strong, but also very good! I am very pleased to have him take over my position!"

"Doom, do you think Baal is the best inheritor?" Galore asked again.

"It must be!"

Doom nodded and sighed: "A new generation of newcomers have replaced the old. Now, I have finally found the inheritor of that token! Haha, it's time for me to retire too!"

After speaking, Doom turned and left, walked into a room in the fighting arena.

However, all the mercenaries present knew what the token of Doom said.

In the past, when the new mercenary king took office, the old mercenary king would pass on the tokens symbolizing the mercenary world to the new mercenary king.

As long as you get the affirmation of the old mercenary king and get the token, then you are the real mercenary king in the mercenary world!

After a while, Doom walked out of the room, still holding a simple wooden box in his hand.

Then, the end came to Barr.

He opened the wooden box solemnly, and saw that there was a layer of golden silk and satin in the wooden box, and an ordinary saber was placed on the satin.

The handle is black, and the curved blade is silver, which looks very ordinary.

Moreover, this saber should be some years old, and it looks a bit old.

However, seeing this saber, all the mercenaries present were in awe, and no one ignored it because it was ordinary.

Because the owner of this saber was the saber of the first king of mercenaries, named "The Brave", a token of the entire mercenary world!

"The Brave" has been passed down from generation to generation, and it has been passed down for more than two hundred years.

Today, it is no longer an ordinary saber, but a symbol of mercenary spirit.

Courage, strength, perseverance and perseverance!

Later, Doom gave the wooden box to Galore to hold, and he took out the "brave man" with both hands.

With a solemn and solemn expression on his face, he handed the "Brave" to Baal with both hands, and then shook his voice: "Baal, from today onwards, you are the king of the 68th generation of mercenaries!

I hope you can carry forward the spirit of our mercenaries and lead our mercenary world to a more brilliant tomorrow! "

"The Doomsday, Barr will always remember your words!"

Barr solemnly responded, and then took the "Brave" over.

Immediately, he held the handle of the knife with one hand and raised it high!

"King of mercenaries! King of mercenaries! King of mercenaries!!..."

Everyone present raised their arms and shouted, looking at Barr's gaze, full of crazy worship!

The cheers of the mountain whirring and tsunami continued for three to four minutes before it stopped.

At this time, Galore stood up and said solemnly: "I heard that before Baal was about to attack the mercenary tower, a person made a bet with Baal!

As we all know, in our mercenary world, whether it is a verbal or paper bet, as long as there is a third-party witness, it is valid!

So, I hope that person will stand up by himself and don't let me roll the name! "

The voice fell off.

Everyone turned to look at Waukesha in the stands.

Seeing everyone's eyes turned to him, Waukesha suddenly felt extremely embarrassed and humiliated.

He thought it was impossible for Barr to defeat the doomsday, but the facts slapped him severely!

This makes him feel embarrassed!

After all, he is also the head of the A-level mercenary group, and he has his own pride!

However, he is naturally unwilling to be punished in front of so many people now!

And all of this is caused by Barr!

So, he hated Barr deeply!

Waukesha clenched his fists tightly, and then stepped off the stands!

"Head!!!"

The "Hellhound" mercenaries yelled, and they were all very embarrassed.

This is undoubtedly a face slap, not only on the face of their head, but also on the face of their entire mercenary group!

Waukesha just raised his hand, and the "Hellhound" mercenaries fell silent.

Afterwards, Waksa came to the fighting arena and looked at Barr's gaze, full of unkindness.

But Barr just looked at Waukesha calmly, showing no sympathy or pity for him.

All of this was done by Waukesha himself, so who could be blamed?

At this moment, Galore turned his head to look at Waukesha, and said in a deep voice: "Waksha, your bet with Baal is that if Baal can't reach the 100th floor within seven days, and he can't defeat the Doomsday, Baal will do it himself. Scrap an arm.

On the contrary, you are depriving yourself of an arm, right? "

"Yes!"

Waukesha responded loudly.

"Vaksha, do you have any objections to the current results?" Galore asked again.

"Report chairman, Waukesha has no objections!"

Waukesha responded again.

"Well, since there is no objection, execute the sentence now!"

Galore said with a trembling voice.

Then, I saw a deacon of a mercenary association, holding a steel pipe with the thickness of a wrist, and strode out.

And this deacon is the judge of the Mercenary Association. Any gambling agreement or promise will be judged and enforced by him!

"Vaksha, raise your arm!" the judge said loudly.

Waksa gritted his teeth, then slowly raised his left arm.

"Execution!"

The judge yelled, then raised the steel pipe in his hand and waved it towards Waksa's left arm!

boom! !

A dull voice sounded, followed by a "crack" bone cracking sound!

The judge is a powerful mercenary, and his strength is naturally not weak. This steel pipe pulled down and directly broke one of Waukesha's arm!

"what!!--"

Waukesha hugged his left arm tightly and screamed.

The bones were broken and the pain from the heart made him pale, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

After a scream, he gritted his teeth, trying not to let himself scream.

Because this is a great shame for him.

In front of so many people, his arm was interrupted. This was something he had never experienced in his entire life.

At this time, the mercenaries of the "Hellhound" clenched their fists, and looked at the mercenaries of "Purgatory" with killing intent in their eyes.

After the execution, the judge retreated behind Galore.

Afterwards, Galore paid no attention to Vaksa, but glanced at everyone present and said loudly: "Since everyone is present, I now announce a news!

It is now 7:30 in the evening and 9 in the evening. We will hold the last event of the Mercenary Conference. This event will test your teamwork ability!

At nine o'clock in the evening, everyone will gather on the square of the Mercenary City. We will use transport helicopters to send each of your mercenary regiments to the Siberian plains, valleys and other places!

At that time, we will distribute the necessary survival supplies to each of your teams, and you will have a three-day and two-night survival test and a collection of glory badges! "

"President, what is the glory badge collection battle?"

Someone asked curiously.

"In short, we will give you each team a badge of glory later. After three days and two nights, we will send someone to take you to the Mercenary City.

At that time, which team has collected the most honor badges, which team is the first, and so on, we will also choose the second and third place. "Galole said loudly.

"Fuck! That means, if you want to get more honor badges, you have to grab them?"

Someone reacted.

"Yes, that's what it means."

Galore nodded and continued: "However, I declare in advance that we will have an aviation surveillance system at that time to monitor your every move.

So, you can fight, but you can never kill! If you violate the regulations, we will disqualify you and receive the harshest punishment in our mercenary world! "

Some of the weaker D-level and C-level mercenary groups were relieved when they heard it.

After all, their strength is relatively weak. If they encounter a powerful mercenary group, they will not only lose the badge of glory, but also may die.

Now that they heard about this rule, they felt much more relieved.

"President, what are the rewards for the top three teams?" A strong mercenary asked with a smile.