Supreme Electromagnetic Tyrant-Chapter 508 - 336 First Encounter with the Sun King

The next morning, Ji Xinghuo woke up feeling refreshed. After morning training with Zhao Manying, he went out for a stroll.

At noon, Zhao Manying gathered with the team.

Ji Xinghuo practiced alone in the hotel’s gym. Although the efficiency was far less than the Ether Research Institute, he couldn’t afford to slack off.

He trained until evening before heading to the "Imperial Arena" to witness the opening ceremony of the "International Invitational Tournament."

Every year at the International Invitational Tournament, the champions of the major leagues from the previous season and the teams leading the current season’s standings are invited directly, while other spots are determined through pre-qualifying tournaments in various countries, culminating in 32 teams entering the group stage.

The first match of the evening was filled with compelling storylines.

On one side stood the defending champions, "Emperor Star Team," led by Zhao Manying, who had swept the past five International Invitational Tournaments.

On the other was the "Gladiator" team from the New Roman Empire. The Gladiator Club, established for over a century, was one of the earliest mutant teams in the world, boasting countless fans and the hot favorites to win this season’s New Luo Super League.

Under the watchful eyes of thousands, both teams entered the Spirit Realm World.

A vast map projection appeared in the Imperial Arena and was simultaneously broadcasted globally via the internet.

Ji Xinghuo sat in the front row.

The atmosphere on-site was incredibly enthusiastic, and he too couldn’t help but get infected by the energy, loudly cheering for the mutants on the field.

"Sword Immortal is invincible!"

"Crush those New Luo people to death!"

He had barely cheered a few times when the surrounding audience glared at him furiously.

The majority of the spectators were Imperial fans, supporting the Gladiator Team. They wore merchandise of the Gladiator Team, while Ji Xinghuo was donned in Zhao Manying’s jersey, standing out awkwardly as he sat among rival fans.

The first game ended in less than 20 minutes.

Zhao Manying wielded sword lights that swept across the field, and the finely managed mutants of the Gladiator Team shattered upon the slightest contact.

A single wave of battle carried them away.

The venue fell silent, and even the few Emperor Star Club fans who had flown in from the Asia-Pacific Community Country didn’t dare to celebrate loudly.

"Awesome!"

"Ha ha ha..." Ji Xinghuo, on the other hand, kept clapping for Zhao Manying as if no one else was there.

The process of the second game was slightly different, but the result was the same. No one from the Gladiator Team could withstand Zhao Manying’s attacks head-on; she cut them down effortlessly as if chopping vegetables, slaying her opponents at first contact.

The group stage followed a best-of-five format, and after losing two games, the Gladiators were already on the brink of defeat.

Though it was a double-elimination format, this was a huge blow to the New Roman Empire spectators, and their enthusiasm for cheering had significantly waned.

"Time is running out for the Gladiators," Ji Xinghuo said aloud.

At that moment, his words sounded particularly harsh, and immediately nearby viewers couldn’t bear it and pointed at Ji Xinghuo, cursing, "Asia-Pacific person, go back to your country!"

Ji Xinghuo turned his head to look at them.

The one cursing was a burly man nearly two meters tall, clearly a mutant and obviously a "Giant General," which gave him the confidence to speak out. freёnovelkiss.com

"Looking for a fight, big oaf?" Ji Xinghuo replied with a dismissive smile, beckoning the burly man with a curl of his finger.

"Big oaf" is a derogatory nickname for Giant Generals, and they are often also called "Fools," "Bodyguards," and others, mocking them for having muscles but no brains.

Each Professional Template has similar nicknames.

For example, Flying Steps are referred to as "Speedy Legs," Iron Guards are "Security Guards," Swordsmen are "Show-Offs, Cheap Guests," Martial Artists are "Gunner, Spear Bros," Evil Spirits are "Dead Ghosts," and Mind Hackers are "Peeping Toms," etc.

The nickname for Magnetic Field Madman is "Electric Stick," as they always have an electric field around them, shocking people like porcupines.

Sometimes they’re also called "Madmen," as their brains are quite abnormal from being stimulated by electric currents.

These nicknames are often used by mutants for self-deprecation, but coming from Ji Xinghuo’s mouth, they were obviously meant to provoke.

His eyes flickered with faint electric currents, almost imperceptible to ordinary people.

The Giant General didn’t notice either.

He rolled up his sleeves, ready to push past other spectators blocking him, but was held back by a friend beside him.

"Calm down! Petrov, he’s Legendary!"

The one holding the Giant General back was an Advanced Hunter. His Perception was far beyond ordinary people, and he had long noticed that the person sitting in the front row was extremely fearsome, though he couldn’t pinpoint exactly how and mistook Ji Xinghuo for a Legendary expert.

The burly man immediately chickened out, not daring to utter another word.

The surrounding audience all took a deep breath.

Ji Xinghuo ignored this minor episode and continued to loudly cheer for Zhao Manying. Whenever she made a brilliant move, he would even stand up to applaud.

The Imperial spectators nearby were furious but dared not speak.

In the third game, the Gladiator Team was swept away cleanly, and the spectators near Ji Xinghuo couldn’t stand it for a second longer, with many leaving the venue early.

However, some stayed to watch the post-match interview.

Ji Xinghuo didn’t leave either, watching Zhao Manying surrounded by numerous cameras on stage. After finishing interviews with international reporters, he waved at her. Zhao Manying flew over, and the two left the arena arm in arm intimately.

Several New Roman Empire spectators, including the Giant General and his friend, watched dumbfounded.

"He’s Ji Xinghuo!"

"The number one on the ladder, the Sword Immortal’s boyfriend!"

The burly man broke into a cold sweat on his forehead, his face filled with relief. He was just a Primary Level mutant, and he had almost made a move on the number one on the ladder—it would have been suicidal.

In the days that followed.

Ji Xinghuo attended every match of the Emperor Star Team, cheering loudly for Zhao Manying on-site. Regardless of where he sat or who was around him, he unabashedly applauded and shouted for Zhao Manying.