Chapter 86 - Successfully Registered for the Tournament, a Familiar Face, Sky Splitting Sword (2/2)

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

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

Mike thought as he squeezed forward.

Many 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.

However, some stubborn people spoke up,

“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.”

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

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

“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.”

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

“Why?”

The player who explained shrugged,

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

At this point, the player stopped talking.

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

This would always be their secret weapon.

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

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

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

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

Although 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.

This was good for everyone.

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

This was human nature.

Soon, Mike smoothly arrived in front of the NPC.

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

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

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

This 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.

Mike smiled and nodded,

“I’m here to participate in the tournament. Quickly sign me up.”

“Yes, yes, yes. Don’t worry.”

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

The treatment was simply incomparable to other players.

However, none of the players dared to complain.

After all, he was God Slayer.

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

After signing up, Mike was sent to the players’ waiting area by the civil NPCs.

This 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.

When Mike entered, everyone’s eyes immediately focused on him.

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

Many players’ mentality had changed.

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

They could only fight for the runner-up.

Whoever entered the finals should just admit defeat.

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

That person seemed to be avoiding Mike’s gaze, but he was still discovered.

“You are… Sky Splitting Sword?”