Rebirth: City Sovereign

Hearing Pang Baozong's words, Ye Lee could not help but stare.    

The other team members were also stunned, not knowing how to react.    

"Isn't there a match that has revealed a little bit of information?"    

Zhang Fann asked with a serious face.    

Pang Baozong only shook his head.    

"No, out of all the members of our team, none of them lasted five seconds."    

"Moreover, the situation is now overwhelmingly disadvantageous for us."    

Pang Baozong said as he looked around at the Chinese Team members in front of him.    

"Lu Qingshan has not fully recovered from your injuries, and his injuries are not light either. However, once you use your inner force, it's easy for your wounds to be torn apart."    

When the two people were called, they were slightly stunned, then somewhat unwillingly lowered their heads. Pang Baozong was right, the two of them were not in a good condition right now.    

"There's still one week until the competition. I'll definitely be back to full strength!"    

Lu Qingshan clenched his teeth and said.    

Ye Lee also nodded.    

"Within a week, with Miao Ya'er's help in healing the Gu worm, healing the wound won't be difficult at all."    

"I'm afraid it's not as simple as you think."    

Pang Baozong only replied simply.    

The five members of the Australian team were at least at the middle stage of the Yuan Dan Stage, and their leader was at the Peak of Elemental Core. However, with such a line-up, the five matches added up together didn't even take half a minute.    

In the Chinese Team today, the only person who had preserved quite a bit of their true strength was Zhang Fann. As for Zhang Fann's completed version of the Possession Thunder Sovereign, it had already been revealed during the semifinals, so the American team would definitely come up with a countermeasure against it.    

"As long as you do your best, it's all up to fate."    

Pang Baozong sighed, and said slowly.    

China, a dark room.    

A thin man with dyed yellow hair opened his laptop and quickly typed in a web address.    

"Tian Hua Painting Club!" China's most comprehensive communication center for drawing hands! '    

It looked like a painting exchange community, but the man didn't browse the various paintings on the homepage at all. Instead, he directly pulled the webpage to the bottom, opened the settings, and typed in his account number.    

After the laptop made a jingling sound as it logged on, the logo of the studio and website disappeared and was replaced by a forum page with black and white text instead.    

There was no name on the forum page, no advertisement. There were only threads of themed posts sent out by gamblers from all over the world.    

'Looking at the arrangement of this year's Chinese Team from the perspective of the Sino-British War.    

'Time for the opening of the finals and for the bets to be placed.    

That's right, on the surface it looked like a normal painting exchange community, but when you typed in your verification account in the settings, Underground World Forum would appear, where there were merchants, gamblers, and gang members from all over the world. As for the hottest topic of discussion in the forum recently, it was of course related to National War of Martial Arts.    

The thin man found a thread that had been the hottest topic in recent times. There were already more than a hundred thousand replies.    

'Carefully discuss, if we don't flame, will Chinese Team have any hope of defeating the powerful United States team this year? '    

"Heh heh."    

The man let out a sinister laugh and clicked on it before starting to browse through it.    

I think there's hope. This year's Chinese Team has been so dazzling, and it has forcefully suppressed the two top four teams in past years. I think there's hope for this year!    

"Don't be silly. Can't you see how the United States beat Australia in the semi-finals? Team Australia is only a little weaker than Team British Team. Even if all five of them add up, they wouldn't be able to last even half a minute. "    

Chinese Team can be said to be a difficult victory over British Team.    

'One person from the main Chinese Team was heavily injured while one person was lightly injured. The team captain even left the competition due to stage fright. It's already not easy for him to reach the finals.    

'So I can bet all my money on the United States? '    

"I still think the chances aren't zero. What if the American team gets kicked off the horse by the cold?" I think very highly of Chinese Team! '    

New comments kept appearing at the very end of the thread, as people fought to the point of blushing.    

After skimming through a few messages and understanding most of the people's expectations, the man stretched his hands and happily typed on the keyboard. His typing speed was very fast, and the tapping of the keyboard echoed in the small black room.    

"Stop being so noisy, Jack of All Trades of Rivers And Lakes is online!" An account with a diamond member logo on the side of the profile picture appeared in the building.    

In the minute after the yellow-haired man sent the message, hundreds of messages filled his floor.    

'Wow, he really knows a hundred things! '    

"Jack of All Trades of Rivers And Lakes, what do you think the outcome of this Imperial City Battle will be?"    

'Mr Pepsi, who do you think more of Chinese Team and the United States team? '    

"Mr. Pepsi, you have never failed in predicting the results of the competition. Can you predict the specific score between Chinese Team and the United States?"    

The man looked at the hundreds of messages on the screen, smiled, and continued typing on the keyboard.    

"Cough cough, I was busy some time ago and didn't have the time to go on the forums. In these two days, I've tidied up the recording records of the National War of Martial Arts semifinals."    

"Regarding the Chinese Team and the results of the United States team National War of Martial Arts, I only want to say two words."    

"No suspense at all!"    

Immediately, more than a hundred messages were refreshed, all asking why they had said that.    

'Without any suspense? '    

"Yes, why do I say that? It's because everyone might have forgotten something."    

"With such a thing, Chinese Team is simply not a match for the United States team!"    

When the number of messages below his floor reached five thousand, the yellow haired man gently typed in a few words when everyone's appetite had been lifted.    

"The mystery of the Celestial Gate!"    

"Everyone knows, that the United States team has been the champion of National War of Martial Arts for dozens of years. And in these decades, the mysteries of the Celestial Sect have been in their hands. "    

"In other words, the United States team has never accepted the assistance of the Door of Immortality. That is absolutely impossible."    

"I can deduce boldly that the United States has been developing at such a rapid pace for the past few decades. Each team of the United States is stronger than the last. It's very likely that it's because of the aid from the Celestial Sect!"    

A lot of suddenly enlightened replies appeared on the floor.    

"That's right!" 'As expected of Mr PepsiCo. 'If it wasn't for Mister's reminder, I would have forgotten that there was such a thing.'    

"Sigh, looks like there's no suspense in the National War of Martial Arts this year. No matter how strong the Chinese Team is, how can it beat the United States team with the help of the Celestial Sect?"    

'In my opinion, we shouldn't participate in National War of Martial Arts and American teams in the future. After the other teams finish playing, we'll have the American team and the Champion army.'    

"Haha, the National War of Martial Arts transformed into the United States team challenge cup? I think so. "    

'A cold poem is gifted to Chinese Team.    

The four or six opened trend instantly fell onto the American team. The man did not stop and continued punching the keyboard.    

"By the way, let me share some of the information I gathered about the American team."    

The man clicked to add the picture, placing the photos he had prepared earlier. Three white background photos of American men with different appearances instantly appeared at the bottom of the forum.    

"Yuki Warwick, 23 years old, the current number one of the new generation Ice Arts of the United States. Currently, his maximum cast range can turn a field of a few hundred square meters into a world of ice and snow within milliseconds!"    

"Habock Johnson, the eldest son of the assassin clan, with dagger, poison, sniping, and proficient in all aspects of assassination, successfully assassinated an international fugitive with Peak of Elemental Core during the coming of age ceremony."    

"William Jase, his abilities are unknown. His weapons are two sword-shaped spiritual tools, which can increase the amount of mana injected into them by a hundred times, allowing him to flatten a ten-meter tall building. Also, he's the most heroic fighter in the history of the United States, no other."    

"In front of the National War of Martial Arts, William had been working for the American Police Department since the age of thirteen, becoming the youngest investigator and special team member in history. He had once captured over a thousand criminals with a single sword, the most famous of which was the classic Sky Mansion Bank incident.    

The yellow-haired man smiled as he tapped the keyboard, typing out messages at lightning speed.    

'F * * k, he can get information on all the contestants who have never been on the field before. How in the world did he do it? '    

'Mr Pepsi, please accept me as your apprentice.    

Along with the exclamations of the crowd, there was also the frenzied gambling house.    

He turned on his cell phone and logged into the network of underground gambling cities.    

Originally, the Chinese Team was 36% to 67% higher than the US team's, while the number on the left side was constantly decreasing. On the opposite side, the number on the right side was rising rapidly, until it was almost at the third digit.    

1: 99.    

Looking at the support rating comparison after his actions, the thin yellow-haired man could no longer suppress the excitement in his heart. He reached out his hand to scratch his pale face and chuckled.    

"Betting, Chinese Team, ten billion."