The strength of Lin Chen and his group may not be the strongest, but the killing battles they have experienced are no less at all.

When Lin Chen and his group acquired the combat power of seventh-level warriors, they had the confidence to not show respect to the three great families, and after getting the Sky Wolf Battle Armor, their confidence grew even stronger.

Eight people, eight units of Sky Wolf Battle Armor, eight warriors at the peak of seventh level or even eighth level—what do they need to fear?

Maybe they couldn’t crush others, but others couldn’t eliminate them either.

They still had the divine power of Star Sky Jump.

If they couldn’t win, they would run!

They might mark a spot near your home, arrive in an instant, and wipe out your family!

As people were discussing, a stylishly designed warship slowly descended from the sky, with "Jinghai 01" inscribed on it.

"The City Lord is here!"

The warship landed on a pre-planned open space, the cabin door opened, and Mo Shuyan appeared at the entrance with Secretary Bai following behind.

Thunderous cheers, applause, and shouts erupted from the crowd.

Lin Chen sighed, "What an impressive entrance."

Chu Jiaxue laughed, "Jinghai is called a city, but it covers tens of thousands of miles. By the size of our hometown, it is already a mega-nation. She is the City Lord, which is essentially equivalent to the head of a country. Such a scene and aura are naturally normal."

Lin Chen nodded in agreement, "Indeed, hehe, speaking of which, we also had dinner alone with Lord Mo, so we count as high-end people too."

Gu Yuexi giggled and said, "Of course, now we have the strength of seventh-level warriors; we are the top stream on this planet, how can we not be high-end?"

Lin Chen said with a laugh, "Our speed is quite fast; as new arrivals, we have shed our slave identity, mixed into the high-level of this planet, and own our business and social status. Not bad, not bad!"

Nalan Wushuang gently laughed, "You’re even boasting now."

Lin Chen shrugged, "It’s the truth. We only met Zhang Zhongjiu; otherwise, we would be so embarrassed. Of course, it’s also because we met him that we transitioned smoothly, turning misfortune into a blessing."

Yao Xuanji asked, "He’s been gone a long time. Why hasn’t he come back yet?"

Lin Chen answered, "It should take some more time. He went this time to represent the City Hall. Many people have personal motives and ambitions; he has to hold the fort there. Others might not be able to, but with him there, he gives face to no one, and no one dares to challenge him."

As people continued to discuss, Mo Shuyan ascended the pre-arranged high stage and sat in the most central position.

Behind Mo Shuyan, there was a row of seats, now filled with people representing Jinghai City’s senior management—the officials.

Everyone began to speak, but Lin Chen didn’t listen attentively.

This stuff is pretty much the same everywhere.

Formalities and clichés abound, substantial content is scarce, making it easy to grow drowsy just listening.

When it was Mo Shuyan’s turn, she was concise, merely explaining the rules of the contest before straightforwardly announcing its start.

The host introduced the process: first, all contestants enter the waiting area, followed by random equipment drawing to pair up, and then one-on-one battles begin.

As names were announced, contestant after contestant flew up from each area and landed in the waiting area, sitting in their pre-assigned positions.

"Chenxing Logistics, Lin Chen, Yao Xuanji, Chu Jiaxue, Nalan Wushuang."

Lin Chen and the other three flew up gracefully, reaching the waiting area.

This scene immediately sparked another round of discussions among the crowd.

"Chenxing Logistics actually sent four people; they really have so many seventh-level warriors!"

"Why do they all have black eyes?"

"Well, you might not know this, but they are indigenous residents from the Lost Ball 235. It’s said that over there, it’s not technology but cultivation, and each possesses spell and divine power, very powerful indeed."

"No matter how powerful, can they be more powerful than warriors? If they were that powerful, they wouldn’t have been conquered by us."

"Are all these women the wives of that man? Each one is so beautiful; it’s really enviable."

"Don’t just envy; their wives are all seventh-level warriors. Do you think a man with no ability can have so many women?"

"This man is practically a paragon among men. He’s so awesome. If I could have such beautiful wives, I’d be willing to live a hundred years less."

Many in the Chen family’s camp had gloomy expressions.

Chen Xingdong looked grave, "They really are all seventh-level warriors. It’s going to be tough to take down Chenxing Logistics."

Another contestant from the Chen family, Chen Xingmin, coldly said, "If we can’t take them down, then we’ll temporarily put it aside. But this competition is an opportunity; during the match, we must disable some of them. We can’t let the Chen family lose face."

Chen Xingdong nodded, "Let’s wait for the draw result. Most of the seventh-level warriors present know each other or have some connections. I’ll talk to them to deal with them properly!"

Lin Chen and his group hadn’t been seated for long when the Chen family’s contestants also arrived, totaling five contestants.

The Chen family’s seventh-level warriors are not few, but it’s uncertain if there are other hidden seventh-level warriors. But even if there are, it’s not a big problem since we have eight people.

As long as the opponent doesn’t have an overwhelming advantage, they won’t dare to do anything to our group, otherwise, they can’t bear our group’s counterattack.

A big family with large businesses is mostly a good thing, but sometimes, it’s a disadvantage.

This group of ours, with no children, are all combat personnel. If something really happens, we can just escape.

Even if Lin Chen and his group resort to becoming robbers, they could still live at ease.

When all the contestants entered the waiting area, Lin Chen did a rough count, and there were about forty participants.

Lin Chen silently wondered to himself, not knowing how much of a percentage these forty seventh-level warriors represented in all of Jinghai City.

"Begin the draw."

Lin Chen and his group looked up at the highest light curtain, watching as countless names danced in midair, and finally, names were tossed out of that heap, matching into one-on-one contestants.

Everyone’s name was preceded by the faction they represented. The three great families were simple, with just a single surname, like Chen Xingdong’s name displaying Chen. Chen Xingdong, indicating he was from the Chen family.

The names of Lin Chen and the other three were preceded by the words "Chenxing Logistics," which delighted Lin Chen.

Isn’t this just advertising?

Playing a match like this, if they win, being able to represent Jinghai City in a battle would equal putting "Chenxing Logistics" before everyone’s eyes, wouldn’t it?