Ma Ran sighed, turned his face, and his gaze landed on Jiang Tai: "Jiang Tai, are you interested in playing with these people?"
Jiang Tai shook his head: "Too weak, I’m not interested. However, if it’s a task assigned by you, I’m willing to execute it."
Ma Ran chuckled lightly, his deanor calm: "No need to force."
"Seeing Xiao Zhang so bored, let him go down and play for a while."
The boy codenad ’Stool’ leapt up: "Don’t worry! With their level of strength, I can win with my eyes closed! I definitely won’t embarrass everyone!"
With that said, he leaped into the arena.
At this mont, Zhao Guanlan, who had been silent, glanced at Park Yong-jun with a smirk: "Let them have a match first!"
"You take this opportunity to calm down."
Park Yong-jun was a bit conflicted.
But after pondering for a mont, he agreed.
It’s only logical to have a little appetizer to set the mood before the main course arrives.
"These people have relatively low levels, can’t control their powers well, and can easily get serious in one-on-one situations."
Park Yong-jun had so thoughts of his own: "So I’ll arrange two teammates for him, to have a small team match, how about that?"
Ma Ran waved his hand expressionlessly, his tone calm: "Whatever."
He glanced lightly at ’Stool’: "Xiao Zhang, don’t feel any psychological burden, just perform normally."
After all, the result will be the sa.
At the KR Extraordinary Comprehensive Competition Venue, it was all weaklings.
Even before coming in, he already sensed that unless Park Yong-jun personally entered the arena, no one here from South Korea could pose a threat to ’Stool’.
It’s not that these people have poor awakened superpowers.
No matter how bizarre, you can’t bla it on the superpowers.
On the contrary, the abilities this group awakens are relatively good types, otherwise these Extraordinary Ones wouldn’t be selected by Park Yong-jun to stay by his side.
However...
South Korea truly deserves the reputation of being a ’barren land of the Extraordinary’.
Many good abilities are wasted so badly that Ma Ran feels it’s a squander of resources.
Under Ma Ran’s acquiescence and Park Yong-jun’s arrangent, the warming-up team match began.
The process lacked excitent.
A fight resolved in less than ten seconds, what’s there to say?
Park Yong-jun was dumbfounded.
He originally wanted to test that guy referred to as ’Xiao Zhang’ by Ma Ran, to see the youngster’s overall capabilities, and intended to gauge his stress resistance, even planning to have soone to put on a convincing show first.
After all, of the six people on the field, five were his, Park Yong-jun’s, so he could arrange the fight as he pleased!
The result...
Was greatly beyond Park Yong-jun’s expectations.
The seemingly unimpressive boy sohow found a wooden stool, charged forward, and knocked down the entire opposing team with three strikes.
The defeated imdiately erupted in fierce barking, claiming that the opponent’s victory wasn’t fair.
"Unfair! He ambushed us!"
"He used a weapon!"
"Co on, we also have weapons, but that’s different! You should fight us barehanded!"
"I don’t accept this!"
Even though they shouted this, in their hearts, these defeated individuals had so understanding.
They knew the combat power disparity between the two sides was absurdly large.
If that boy codenad ’Stool’ had the intention to kill, they might have been outright killed.
Speed, power, skill, all three aspects couldn’t compare with him.
Fighting just now felt like sending themselves onto the opponent’s weapon!
The gap is too large!
"Hahaha... oh..."
Sitting beside Ma Ran, Su Qiangwei couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
Feeling everyone’s gaze, the girl inhaled deeply with an unchanging expression.
She cleared her throat, posed seriously, and said calmly: "That’s it?"
Park Yong-jun’s face turned red like a steaming crab.
He looked angrily and disdainfully at the defeated people lying on the ground.
Can’t they have so backbone?
Beaten once and they dare not stand up again?
Where’s the spirit of the South Korean n?
They had previously shouted slogans loudly, boasting that the KR Extraordinary Comprehensive Competition Venue’s elites surpassed JPN and USA, claiming it to be the strongest gathering place for Extraordinary fighters in the world. But then...
That’s it?
No wonder people say South Korea is a barren wasteland of the Extraordinary...
Originally, Park Yong-jun was reluctant to admit this.
Now, he’s starting to waver a bit.
After all, that ’Jiang Tai’ who carries himself like a clerk seems, no matter how you look, stronger than that boy codenad ’Stool’.
Park Yong-jun observed the interactions between the two and felt like Stool was willing to listen to Jiang Tai.
The frightening part is these two aren’t renowned figures in the South Korean impression at all.
Wan Haihao, Zhu Hanyi, Song Chu, Peng Hanqing, Li Xing, Wu Di...
The ones who showed outstanding performance in calamities and interstellar wars are the real first echelon!
As for [Martial God] Su Qiangwei, [Prophet] Ma Ran, and [Profound Immortal] Zhao Guanlan?
They are an exception, each needing to be calculated individually.
"How is he so fierce!"
"This young man is going to be famous!"
"Today’s battle has made him a legend, his net worth increases by a hundredfold!"
"He’s Chinese... don’t praise him! He won by sneaking!"
Facing praise and slander, Stool wasn’t bothered at all; he simply looked over the Extraordinary Ones in the KR Extraordinary Comprehensive Competition Venue, holding the stool high and said loudly: "Excuse , I’m not that strong."
"The reality is, those present here, are all trash."
"If anyone doesn’t agree..."
"Co and fight !"
In the venue, the taunted South Koreans imdiately began a verbal counterattack, with even a trend of ganging up.
Stool showed contempt and was composed and calm.
He knew, with [Prophet] Ma Ran by his side, not to ntion these re hundreds of Extraordinary Ones, even if nuked, he dared to lay down and sleep soundly.
That’s trust, and also confidence!
As for these South Korean Extraordinary Ones...
To describe them as sissy, it’s an insult to won!
The girls in various academies across China, even after experiencing failure and setbacks, wouldn’t find all sorts of excuses like them.
Accepting defeat, embracing pain, converting pain and sha into motivation, striving hard, pressing forward bravely, thus can beco stronger.
This kind of people who once encounter failure imdiately starts finding excuses...
Quite frankly, Stool found them disgraceful, and this life, they’d likely remain so.
While at Grass Hut Academy, he was always beaten by Wan Haihao, overtaken by Wu Di, and outdone by later cors like Li Xing.
But he never made excuses for himself, instead, he worked diligently, rging Seven Vortex Swordsmanship with his superpower, trying to create a truly unique path of the Extraordinary.
These people...
Too weak.
From body, to superpower, to spirit, all are pathetically fragile, unworthy of ntion.
They’re not even fit to be opponents of [Martial God], nor do they have the qualification to stand before the National Guardian level.
In Grass Hut Academy, even if Stool randomly picks soone with his eyes closed, they’d be stronger than these three combined.
"Alright!"
Park Yong-jun felt a bit embarrassed: "Everyone shut up!"
With his command, the turmoil in the venue instantly subsided.
Everyone fell silent, as if facing a formidable force.
It seems Park Yong-jun indeed holds so prestige in South Korea.
Even as hosts, coupled with sentintal plus points, he still felt his subordinates too embarrassing.
Clearly, previously, each one was an ace throughout South Korea.
How co when facing foreign Extraordinary Ones, they suddenly beca limp ones?
In order to save face, his gaze landed on Ma Ran; his tone was heavy: "[Prophet], the warm-up is over, next, let us fight!"
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