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nMike, who had Swift Steps, quickly arrived at Hero City.

nThe main difference between Victory City, Hero City, and the City of Light was that...

nThe City of Light was crowded with people.

nThere were f*cking players everywhere!

nMany players had already reached level 20, but they were not in a hurry to go to Hero City because they wanted to find reliable teammates in the City of Light.

nWith teammates, it would be convenient for them to complete missions in Hero City.

nThis was already considered a tradition of Second World.

nThe reason for this tradition was actually very simple. It was because of the priest players.

nWith the priest players' abilities, they were not strong enough to go to the parts of Second World where there were monsters everywhere.

nIf they did not have any teammates, it would be difficult for them to travel from the city of Light to Hero City.

nMoreover, a priest was an essential member of a team.

nHence, everyone was accustomed to departing together after they had found teammates in the City of Light.

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nAfter arriving at the City of Light, Mike glanced at the notice board.

nThe notice board in Victory City only said that the tournament would be held in the City of Light.

nHowever, the details on the notice board of the City of Light were even clearer.

nThe registration for the tournament was at the arena.

nMike did not waste any time and immediately headed to the arena.

nAfter all, the tournament was very likely to have a limit on the number of participants. If he was late, there might not be any spots.

nAfter arriving at the arena, Mike's heart skipped a beat.

nIf the streets of the City of Light were filled with people...

nThen the arena was completely packed with people.

nAlmost every gap available was filled in by a player.

nLooking at the scene in front of him, Mike had the urge to take out his weapon and chop them all to death.

nHowever, he held it in.

nHe had just paid a large sum of gold coins to eliminate the bounty. He did not want to go around robbing people again.

nHow should he put it?

nOriginally, Mike thought that robbing money was an enjoyable thing, but when these guys took the initiative to be robbed by him, the pleasure plummeted.

nThis feeling was as if you were walking down the stairs and there was a beautiful woman in a short skirt before you.

nHer skirt fluttered, and the underwear underneath was faintly discernible.

nHowever, if she turned around and directly lifted up her skirt for you to see...

nThen...

nWait, it seemed more existing...

nForget it, that was not the point.

nMike sighed and looked up.

nHe did not know if he could still register with so many people in front of him.

nHowever, just as Mike was extremely worried, there was a commotion in front of him.

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"What's going on? Why can't I register? F*ck!

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"Why is this NPC in charge of registration ignoring me?!

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"Me too, what happened???

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nHearing this commotion, Mike was stunned for a moment before he quickly reacted.

nHis Human Affinity skill had worked.

nBecause his friendliness with the human NPCs was all respect.

nSo as long as he was nearby, those NPCs would give priority to his needs.

nUnless the other players' friendliness had also reached respect.

nAlthough that was obviously impossible. It had only been three days since the regiion opened.

nSpeaking of three days...

nIt seemed that Mike had to go to school tomorrow to hand in his grades.

nHe did not know what kind of evaluation he would receive in this situation.

nMike thought as he squeezed forward.

nMany people glared at Mike after he pushed them away. However, when they realized that the person who pushed them away was God Slayer, they did not dare to say anything.

nHowever, some stubborn people spoke up,

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"Even if you are the number one expert in the new region, God Slayer, you still can't cut the queue. Please queue at the back.

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nThese people had obviously not tasted the cruel society and were still trapped in the ways of a school.

nHowever, Mike did not need to explain too much because others would help him explain.

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"This student, you still don't know, right? As long as God Slayer is nearby, no one else can take over. NPCs will only talk to God Slayer first.

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nHearing this, the player was slightly surprised and could not help but ask,

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"Why?

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nThe player who explained shrugged,

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"How would I know? There must be something special about God Slayer. You can ask him yourself. Of course, he won't tell you.

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nAt this point, the player stopped talking.

nIn Second World, no one would reveal their special trump card.

nThis would always be their secret weapon.

nPlayers could be collaborators, but they could also become competitors in the next moment.

nFor example, in the current tournament, they were competitors.

nWhoever exposed their trump card to their competitors would be the dumbest person in the world.

nGradually, many people noticed God Slayer nearby and stepped aside.

nAlthough it was already crowded here, they could still squeeze a little more. As long as they let God Slayer talk to the NPC, they could continue lining up.

nThis was good for everyone.

nIf someone refused to make way, they would probably be scolded by other players.

nThis was human nature.

nSoon, Mike smoothly arrived in front of the NPC.

nThe civil official NPC in charge of registration looked at Mike with a fawning expression and said,

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"Hello, Lord God Slayer. Are you also here to participate in the tournament?

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"Honorable sir, you are actually willing to compete with these vulgar adventurers on the same stage. This is really great.

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nThis flattery made the surrounding players feel a little uncomfortable, but they did not dare to cause trouble for the NPC, so they could only swallow their anger.

nMike smiled and nodded,

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"I'm here to participate in the tournament. Quickly sign me up.

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"Yes, yes, yes. Don't worry.

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nThe NPC quickly helped Mike sign up. Not only did he have a good attitude, but he was also very efficient.

nThe treatment was simply incomparable to other players.

nHowever, none of the players dared to complain.

nAfter all, he was God Slayer.

nIf you had the ability, then you should be as amazing as him.

nAfter signing up, Mike was sent to the players' waiting area by the civil NPCs.

nThis was a special area. In Second World, one could not enter as one wished. They could only enter if they were sent by an NPC.

nWhen Mike entered, everyone's eyes immediately focused on him.

nNow, almost 99% of the people in the new region recognized the ID God Slayer.

nMany players' mentality had changed.

nEven God Slayer came. It seemed that there was no chance of winning. It would definitely be God Slayer.

nThey could only fight for the runner-up.

nWhoever entered the finals should just admit defeat.

nMike naturally did not know what these people were thinking. He glanced around and found a familiar face.

nThat person seemed to be avoiding Mike's gaze, but he was still discovered.

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"You are... Sky Splitting Sword?

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