The Strongest Body Technique

"Zhang Chen, that blond Jailer you were staring at seemed incredibly strong. Why don't I remember America having someone like that?" Yu Ming followed Zhang Chen's gaze and quickly noticed the priest's inner strength.

"He's not an American Jailer. He's a Vatican priest, with a Heroic Spirit-level Soul Stone." Zhang Chen gave only a brief explanation.

"Oh! The European Union has someone this strong." Yu Ming licked a full circle around his lips, silently memorized the man's appearance, then led Zhang Chen and the others into an extremely luxurious waiting area to await the start of the matches.

As time passed, with only half an hour left before the competition began, large numbers of Jailers started entering the main venue.

Yesterday, Huaxia Country had publicly announced the final matches of the Hundred Man Ranking to the entire world. Envoys notified every country's Jailer Headquarters of the relevant details and distributed invitation cards to prominent figures. There were no entry requirements for Jailers; anyone with Jailer status could enter and watch the matches.

Father Andersen was not the only powerful figure drawn here. The USA Hundred Man Ranking competition had concluded a week ago, and four of America's top ten experts had come to the Imperial Capital after hearing the news.

"They actually made their country's strongest fighters public. Is Huaxia Country trying to flaunt its strength before the world? How arrogant. As far as I remember, they only have four truly formidable people. Let's see what they're capable of today."

Five American experts entered from the spectator area. Leading them was a bald man in a Black Windbreaker, his entire body radiating the aura of death. Black nails had been driven beneath the skin into his skull at every inch across his head, while he constantly toyed with a strange