Rebirth: City Sovereign

The engine hummed, the plane started, and they drove away from Norway, where they had been staying for two weeks.    

As for Huang Yuanzhi, who sat on the last plane and followed beside Ye Kai, Lu Qingshan and the others wanted to say something at the beginning, but when they felt the imposing aura that could only be released from Huang Yuanzhi's body, they did not say another word.    

Ye Kai sat at the back of the cabin while Miao Ya'er and Huang Yuanzhi sat at his left and right sides. After Huang Yuanzhi boarded the plane, he greeted him and then sat down and closed his eyes to recuperate. Miao Ya'er, on the other hand, had an excited expression on her face as she told Ye Kai about the interesting things she had encountered in Norway.    

The flight lasted about two hours. Finally, the plane landed at the place where the semi-finals drew lots, Australia.    

Everyone disembarked. On the endless plain, the home team from the other three countries were already standing two to three hundred meters away from them, waiting for their lots to be drawn.    

Ye Kai raised his head and looked at the dozen people.    

American team.    

British Team.    

Australia.    

National War of Martial Arts rarely had signs of exploding. If one were to talk about strong teams other than the US, Britain and China, Ye Kai could only think of the Australian team.    

A British Team member with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks looked at Ye Kai and his group as they walked over, his mouth curved into a sneer.    

"Tsk tsk, why did you come so late? It seems like you've experienced a tough battle."    

"It's a pity that just like last year, all of you will be obediently returning to find your mommy in the semi-finals."    

When Lu Qingshan heard the man say that, waves of cold Qi surged out from his body, as he shouted coldly.    

"What did you say?"    

When the man saw Lu Qingshan's reaction, not only was he not afraid, he even opened his mouth wide and stuck out his tongue. His tongue was extremely long, to the point that people would be afraid of him if they were to see it.    

"Don't you understand? I said, it's best if you guys don't draw any of us, otherwise you'll lose really badly. "    

Zhang Fann was not to be outdone: "You're boasting before the competition, losing will be very ugly."    

A grey eyed Tall Man standing beside the monkey-like man responded coldly.    

"Chinese Team, if you and I are in the same group today, then let's settle old and new debts together."    

No one from the Chinese Team responded again, they only quietly walked past the side of the British Team and arrived at the host's designated resting area for the Chinese Team.    

Only Miao Ya'er couldn't stop her body from trembling when she passed by British Team.    

Ye Lee looked at Miao Ya'er and asked.    

"What's the matter with you?"    

Miao Ya'er shook her head and replied with a trembling voice.    

"They give off a very scary feeling."    

"It's not a human feeling, but something terrifying."    

Everyone's eyes revealed confused expressions, only Ye Kai and Huang Yuanzhi who were at the back understood what Miao Ya'er meant by her words. Huang Yuanzhi looked at Ye Kai sternly, and Ye Kai understood what he meant and nodded.    

Just like the seven European Protector s that Ye Kai had crossed swords with a few days ago, these five European members all had deep sea genes fused with their bodies and all of them had the bloodline of Sea Scale Clan!    

As there were only four teams left, as long as one team selected their opponents, the situation for the semi-finals would be decided. As a result, the drawing of lots for the semi-finals would be decided by the last National War of Martial Arts champion team, the USA.    

As for the arena, there were only the surface of the water and the plain, so after the American team finished drawing, the other teams wouldn't need to go up onto the stage.    

The other three teams sat in the lounge close by, watching the captain of the American team strut forward.    

As the captain of the United States team had never appeared during the finals and the top sixteen finalists were not in the same competition area as Chinese Team, everyone in Chinese Team had never met the captain of the United States team before so they couldn't help but look over.    

Unexpectedly, it was a Tall Man with black hair and square glasses. He was not an American, but more of a mixed blood man.    

He glanced at the round table the hosts had prepared. Three identical squares of folded paper were neatly placed on the table, with the names of the three countries in English and Australian.    

On the other side of the table, there was a folded pentagonal sheet of paper. On it was written the semifinals' competition arena.    

The captain of the American team smiled and waved his hands. Two of the five pieces of paper flew into his hands. Without even looking at them, he flicked his right hand and the two pieces of paper flew into the hands of the organizers.    

The organizer, who was dressed in a black suit, caught the folded paper, opened it, took a look at it, and then announced loudly.    

"National War of Martial Arts semifinals, United States against Australia, competition field lake!"    

"Chinese Team against British Team, the competition arena is a plain!"    

When the organizers said this, Chinese Team looked towards the resting area of the British Team. The few members of British Team looked towards the side of the Chinese Team as well, as each one of them revealed dark and cold smiles.    

Especially that man with the sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, he coldly laughed as he brought his fingers together to form the shape of a hand blade. Watching the people with Chinese Team, he ruthlessly slashed his own neck.    

"I'll kill you."    

Everyone's face turned gloomy and no longer responded.    

The second day, National War of Martial Arts semifinals.    

On the vast and boundless plain stood a dozen or so people scattered about.    

The main China team, Youth Training Team, including Pang Baozong, had a total of eleven people.    

On British Team side, there were only five members of the main team.    

An old Heavenly Master was still standing on the stone pillar that gave off the impression that it was very sudden. She squinted her eyes, as if she had fallen asleep.    

From the facilities of the National War of Martial Arts, one could also see the purpose of the National War of Martial Arts. It was simple, direct, and there wasn't anything gaudy about it.    

A gentle breeze blew past. Old Heavenly Master slowly opened her eyes and said.    

"Chinese Team versus British Team, first match, please enter the stage."    

Ye Lee had already left the resting area long ago, and walked to the square on the field, looking as if he was eager to give it a try.    

On the other hand, the man who was most likely the captain of the British Team said coldly.    

"Rick."    

The man with the sharp mouth and monkey cheeks laughed and slowly walked towards the stage.    

"The match begins!"    

The old Heavenly Master announced.    

"Sword Formation!"    

Seemingly the instant the Old Heavenly Master finished speaking, Ye Lee waved his right hand and shouted loudly.    

Subsequently, a dozen or so swords that were meticulously crafted flew out from his waist and hung in the air.    

Swish, swish, swish!    

The Flying Sword circled around him, forming a gigantic sword circle. Looking at the spectacular scene, Rick just smiled and whistled.    

"Fantastic."    

Ye Lee's face darkened as he pointed his finger like a knife, pointing it at Rick who was twenty meters away.    

"Go!"    

The Flying Sword immediately stopped around Ye Lee's body, turned around, and fiercely shot towards Rui Qi.    

Unexpectedly, when facing those Flying Sword that were slicing through the air, Rick didn't try to dodge at all. Instead, he just stood there motionlessly.    

Boom, boom, boom, boom!    

The Flying Sword shot to the ground, and the sound of stone shattering was heard as it flew into the air.    

The number of Flying Sword was extremely dense. Even if Rick wasn't fatally injured, he should have at least been cut a few times by the Flying Sword.    

But when the smoke dispersed, Ye Lee looked at Rick who was trapped in the broken stone pit, and slightly opened his eyes.    

"What happened to your body?"    

Those Flying Sword s stuck their bodies diagonally onto the ground, but they did not pass by Rick's body. He just stood there, maintaining his original appearance, and smiled at Ye Lee.    

What surprised Ye Lee even more was that the Rick before them no longer had the appearance of a human.    

His body shrunk to its original size. His hands and feet became short and thin, as if they had no bones. His body was completely covered by blue scales. He could not be called a human, but rather, he had turned into some other monster.    

On his back, just like the other Sea Scale Clan s that had been injected with the genes from the deep ocean, there was a huge red sea horn growing.    

The only head that had grown larger slowly opened its sharp teeth and let out a hoarse voice.    

"Use your strongest move to attack directly. A dog with China!"    

"No matter where you attack from, it's impossible for you to injure me in the slightest!"    

Ye Lee's expression became heavy as he raised his right hand and retracted the Flying Sword.    

The Chinese Team Enforcers looked at Rick's monstrous appearance one by one, and their faces were filled with fear.    

Only Ye Kai frowned and turned his head slightly, looking at an ordinary girl in the British Team resting area who had her eyes closed.    

Her face was covered with many lines that she could not understand, like a totem. Her hands slowly formed a Dharma Seal, and inside the Dharma Seal, dark blue Fa Li gathered one after another, as if it was an extremely ancient sorcery.    

It gave people an extremely bad premonition!