Chapter 1950 Battle of the North Sea (94)
The five CP0 members stood in a circle, maintaining a high degree of vigilance towards each other.
Nasshoulang Sheng sat on the high platform, looking down at the five people below.
He held a glass of red wine in his hand, gently swirling the glass, the wine inside seeming to burn like flames.
A slight, almost imperceptible smile appeared on his lips. Then, in a meaningful tone, he said, "Satan Saint, you've been keeping these five decent subordinates hidden away all this time. What are you planning to do?"
"Hehehe..."
A low laugh came from the darkness, seemingly carrying endless mockery and contempt.
The speaker was none other than Satan Saint, the leader of the CP organization.
He sat at a huge desk with a faint smile on his face, but his eyes revealed a chilling glint.
"You all know, right? In recent decades, our CP organization has been declining steadily! Those despicable enemies have always been able to easily kill our members, leaving us with nothing to show for ourselves in major events. The root cause is simply that there are very few truly skilled fighters in our organization! Because of this, many promising young CP members have unfortunately died before they could even show their talent, which is truly regrettable!"
Saint Satan slowly stood up, pacing back and forth as he continued speaking.
His tone seemed relaxed and casual, but the other four people present knew perfectly well that the CP organization had indeed suffered unprecedented damage over the years, not only losing much of its strength but also severely damaging its intelligence system, resulting in heavy casualties among its members.
But who could have imagined that, under such difficult circumstances, Satan Saint would quietly cultivate five peerless masters who could be considered to be at the peak of the quasi-general level!
Even more astonishingly, two of them are already only a hair's breadth away from reaching the level of a general. If given enough time to grow and hone their skills, they will surely become world-renowned figures in the future!
Such terrifying strength is definitely considered extremely powerful.
Moreover, who can guarantee that this old guy hasn't concealed or hidden even more peerless masters?
Upon considering these potential variables, the other four members of the Five Elders simultaneously became more vigilant.
It is important to know that people who work in intelligence are often cunning and treacherous, especially old foxes like Satan Saint.
"Impressive, truly impressive! No wonder you dared to speak so arrogantly yesterday; it turns out you had this all planned out all along! But... is it really worth it for five top experts who are about to advance to the general level to kill each other like this? It would be better to send them directly to the front lines to fight; they might be able to play a greater role there. It's better than sending them to their deaths here in vain!"
As Mazsan swirled the glass of red wine in his hand, he gazed through the blood-red liquid at the five people in the arena who were eager to make their move, and spoke slowly.
"Yes, you really went all out this time! You even brought out that incredibly precious Devil Fruit that your family has kept for three hundred years as a prize. That's quite a big deal!"
Piet Saint echoed this sentiment.
"Among these five, two have a very solid foundation of strength. If it weren't for the cheat-like ability of their Devil Fruits, becoming a Marine Admiral-level powerhouse wouldn't be easy for them. Even so, if they did manage to rise to the rank of Admiral, they would definitely be at the bottom of the group. But what if you equipped them with the kind of Devil Fruit power you possess? They might just soar to the top and directly enter the ranks of the top experts!"
While keeping a close eye on the fiercely fighting crowd on the field, Saoirse Vochuli occasionally glanced at two particularly eye-catching contestants—one with long green hair and the other dressed in an exquisite white suit and wearing a mysterious white dove mask.
Hearing this, Satan's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile: "In that case, let's just wait quietly for the results to be revealed..."
After saying that, he slowly stood up and walked gracefully toward the viewing platform at the edge of the venue, where he finally stood steadily.
The moment Satan Saint appeared, the five contestants who were focused on the battle seemed to have a telepathic connection and simultaneously turned their attention to this important figure who had just taken the stage.
Immediately following was a burst of crisp and loud applause—"Clap clap clap!"
With a smile on his face, Saint Satan clapped his hands lightly. His expression and demeanor were like that of an incomparably noble and high-ranking royal nobleman. He looked down at the crowd below the stage with an aura full of majesty and domineering power, and gave the order in an unquestionable tone: "Begin!"
In fact, he is indeed a genuine nobleman, and what is even more remarkable is that he is a member of the rarest and most precious Celestial Dragon race, and is one of the very few people in the world who hold supreme power and status!
As Satan's words faded, this thrilling life-or-death struggle finally began.
The five people in the room were originally calm as still water, but in an instant, the atmosphere suddenly became tense, as if an invisible force was surging in the air.
The three men exchanged glances in unison. Then, the man with short blond hair gave a cold and cruel smile and pounced on the man in the white suit without hesitation.
At the same time, a short figure standing to the side, whose body was completely covered by a black robe, also rushed out like an arrow, his target also locked on the man in the white suit.
Clearly, these two wanted to join forces to eliminate this seemingly conspicuous opponent first.
On the other side, the man wearing a mysterious mask and a black suit rushed towards the man with long green hair like a ghost.
His goal was clear—to keep the other man occupied as long as possible, giving his two companions enough time to deal with the man in the white suit.
Faced with such a fierce attack, the man in the white suit showed no fear and did not even move an inch.
He simply stood there quietly, like an unshakeable mountain.
When he saw the two enemies rushing towards him, he did not back down at all. Instead, he took a step forward and faced the formidable foe head-on.
