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Everything seemed to return to the calm of the past, as the sea breeze from the Western Pacific gently blew in, carrying a faint scent of saltwater. The sunset bathed the city walls in a golden hue, and Lin Yi and Li Qiweng leaned against each other, creating a scene of tranquility.
"The results from the African Region will be announced after this Celebration Party. Are we going to join the celebration later?" Li Qiweng brushed a strand of hair that had been tousled by the breeze, looking lazily at Lin Yi.
After two days of rest, these two individuals who had endured countless battles felt somewhat relaxed. Having faced many hardships, they cherished this rare day of ease even more.
"Anywhere you're at is worth celebrating, but I think I'll skip it. I'll just wait until they announce me as the champion before making my appearance!" Lin Yi chuckled. The routine of celebration parties was always the same, but he was exhausted from these days and no longer cared for such vanity. However, he needed to secure the title of Mercenary King; it was an important asset for marrying Li Qiweng.
"Let's go anyway; we don't want people thinking we're hard to get along with." Li Qiweng pinched Lin Yi's waist playfully, causing him to jump away in mock pain.
"There are too many people; just looking at them is tiring. Plus, I have to keep drinking. It really feels exhausting," Lin Yi suddenly recalled the celebration party in London.
Even someone as powerful as him found himself helpless against the intoxication of alcohol; he feared that uncontrollable situations might arise again.
Unexpectedly, at that moment, his communicator buzzed. Lin Yi glanced at it and saw a message from Pachy, whom he had appointed to attend this celebration party.
"Lin Yi. Hurry over; the Regional Committee Chair is looking for you!"
Seeing this message, Lin Yi frowned. It seemed that this matter was not as simple as he thought; even the Chairman of the regional committee had come. This championship title seemed to be taking a different turn.
With a helpless shrug towards Li Qiweng, Lin Yi tossed the message into the void and said, "Wife, look how busy your husband is; I can't even steal a moment."
"Tch—always joking around. Hurry up!" Li Qiweng grabbed Lin Yi's hand and pulled him toward the celebration venue.
Having grown accustomed to wearing their War God Suits, they wore them even during ordinary times. This seemingly harmless moment was also when Zombies were most likely to launch surprise attacks.
The celebration party was held in front of the command center in a square where nearly everyone who could attend had gathered. The entire Defense Zone had already plunged into a sea of joy. Aside from essential duty personnel, everyone was cheering with abandon. This was a continuation of several major battles—the decisive battle for the African Continent—where almost all High-Level Combat Power of the Zombies had been lost. Although millions of Zombies still roamed various areas, they were now like drowning dogs being mercilessly beaten due to their lack of High-Level Combat Power!
Soon, two figures, one black and one red, landed in a relatively safe spot. The crowd was bustling with noise as Lin Yi tightened his grip on Li Qiweng, worried that she might get pushed by the throng.
The Blood Envoy Mercenary Corps had a designated VIP area, and Lin Yi quickly made his way there with Li Qiweng. The VIP area was set up with simple glass partitions, which were designed so that people outside could not see in, while those inside could see everything outside.
As soon as Lin Yi and Li Qiweng reached the entrance, the glass door opened automatically. At that moment, Pachy appeared before Lin Yi, holding a glass of red wine, accompanied by a tall white man in his fifties with gray hair. Lin Yi casually sensed the man's aura and was surprised to find that he was at the Nine Star Level!
“Hello, I am Barack, Chairman of the Mercenary King Selection Committee for the African Region!” The tall white man, who introduced himself as Barack, suddenly blurred and appeared right in front of Lin Yi, extending his well-groomed hand.
Lin Yi reached out and shook his hand, only to feel a strange current coursing through it that made him shiver.
“Oh, my apologies, Captain Lin. I just recently advanced to Nine Star Level, and I haven't fully mastered this Bestow Unique Ability yet.” Barack said with an apologetic expression, though his eyes narrowed as he looked at Lin Yi.
“It’s nothing; some things are beyond our control,” Lin Yi replied casually as he took a drink from a server's tray nearby.
If Lin Yi didn’t know better, he might have thought Barack was being unintentional. However, he had just received a message from Jiao Jiao indicating that this Barack was not merely someone who had reached Nine Star Level through drugs; he was an Ability User who had continuously pushed the limits of humanity through various training methods and assistance from drugs. Now he could clearly sense the hostility directed at him from Barack, which was not a good sign.
“Actually, I have some bad news for you, Captain Lin,” Barack suddenly changed his demeanor and spoke seriously.
Lin Yi felt a twitch in his eyelid; he knew that the Chairman of the competition wouldn’t come to see him without reason. It seemed there must be something particularly troubling that led to this situation.
“Please elaborate, Mr. Chairman. With thousands of Zombies eliminated, I can’t imagine anything more significant than that,” Lin Yi feigned calmness as he guessed this matter was related to the Mercenary King selection.
“There are too many people here; it’s not suitable for everyone to hear this,” Barack said as he prepared to leave. However, Lin Yi did not move.
At that moment, Lin Yi raised an eyebrow and unleashed a powerful Psychic Power that spread out but only enveloped an area three meters around him before stopping. The once noisy venue fell completely silent.
"Captain Lin's Psychic Power truly makes us envious. The ability to completely block out surrounding sounds is a strength that few I have seen possess," Barack said, quickly regaining his composure after an initial moment of surprise. As a Nine Star Level expert, he had certainly encountered enough situations to handle this.
"It's just a trivial skill. Please, Mr. Chairman, enlighten me with the details."
Lin Yi steadied his mind, feeling somewhat unsettled. This level of control over Psychic Power was a first for him. However, such training would also benefit his further mastery of Psychic Power.
A flicker of something unusual crossed Barack's eyes; the young man before him gave off a dangerous vibe.
"After thorough deliberation by the regional judging committee, your Ten-Star Combat Power Man-Eating Tree does not qualify for scoring. Therefore, in this selection, that Man-Eating Tree can only be considered as points for an ordinary Zombie."
Barack took a sip of red wine, savoring it while keeping his gaze fixed on Lin Yi's reaction.
"I see. Then I will just work harder next season; as long as I secure the championship in the end, that's enough for me," Lin Yi replied after recovering from his initial shock.
He desperately wanted to win the annual championship of Mercenary King, but with this outcome, he knew arguing would be futile. The committee had sent their Chairman personally, which meant the decision was final.
"No, no, you are still the champion! You are the undisputed king of the African Region!" Barack raised his glass toward Lin Yi, who lightly clinked his cup against Barack's.
Lin Yi felt as if he were on a roller coaster, emotions rising and falling to the point where his heart could hardly take it.
"What does Mr. Chairman mean by that?" Aside from the championship matter, he was curious what else warranted the Chairman's personal visit.
"Captain Lin, to be frank, this Mercenary King selection was originally your solo celebration. You are undoubtedly the king of this grand feast.
Thus, global media is eager to report on you, and you have become the perfect hero in the eyes of ordinary people resisting Zombies. We are pleased to see someone like you exist, and we will all support you in becoming the ultimate champion!"
However, just a month after the start of the Mercenary King competition, a formidable team suddenly emerged from the European Region. They specialized in hunting high-level combat power Zombies, and their performance skyrocketed.
If you are the king of the African Region, then this team is the ultimate king of this quarter. Their overall score has already surpassed yours, and now it is time for the final evaluation of the first quarter in the competition.
We put in so much effort, thinking that the final king of this quarter would be you. The true beneficiary of this grand event was supposed to be our African War Zone, but in reality, it turned out to be that team that appeared out of nowhere!
However, there was nothing we could do; the scores from Europe were verified through multiple channels, and their overall score indeed firmly surpassed yours.
Of course, the number of Zombies killed by your Mercenary group is undoubtedly the highest—this cannot be denied. Even the largest Golden Mercenary Corps performed well in the African War Zone and European Theater, but their results in other regions were lacking. The total number of Zombies exterminated by the entire Golden Mercenary Corps does not exceed that of your Blood Envoy Mercenary Corps.
It seemed like a consolation for Lin Yi, or perhaps a self-comfort for Barack, who suddenly appeared relieved.
"Is your group the Bloodthirsty Mercenary Group?" A figure flashed through Lin Yi's mind—a mere silhouette. Although they had only been apart for two months, it felt like a long time ago.
"It seems Captain Lin is already aware of how terrifying this Mercenary group is; I won't say much more." Barack poured the last sip of red wine directly into his mouth, fearing that Lin Yi might do something outrageous.
"I would like Mr. Chairman to elaborate on this Mercenary group. Knowing ourselves and our enemies will help us defeat our opponents!" Lin Yi's mind was racing; he simply couldn't understand why this Mercenary group had suddenly become so powerful.
"Ahem." Barack cleared his throat twice and said, "Mercenary groups are registered with the Mercenary Alliance. Without strong capabilities, no one would bother to request information about a Mercenary group from their headquarters.
This particular Mercenary group has significant backing; they do not provide detailed information about themselves. All we know is that they are an elite force with no more than a hundred members, and each member's combat power is at least Six-Star level, with some even reaching Nine-Star level!"
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