After three tense and thrilling days of the arena preliminaries came two days of rest.
During this time, the superhumans and nonhumans gathered in Washington not only failed to decrease, but increased instead... America's Shield Bureau seemed powerless to stop the situation from developing.
Human strength had its limits. Ordinary people already struggled to guard against everything, let alone individuals with Supernatural Power.
The Shield Bureau could refuse entry to one or two superhumans, but what if there were dozens, or hundreds... Just give up.
The Arena Competition was merely the open struggle for supremacy. Everyone wanted to obtain that godhead—the power crowned in the name of a god. Who wouldn't?
Even if one really sang victory all the way and claimed the Arena Competition championship, could one smoothly pluck the godhead above the White House?
Therefore, leaving quality aside, the number of superhumans and nonhumans currently gathered in Washington was more than ten times that during Shenzhou's last Power Conference.
And that number was still rising.
—Was I ignorant?
As the instigator of the entire affair, Zhao Le truly had not expected things to turn out this way at first. In the beginning, he had merely wanted to settle everything once and for all, throwing America into internal chaos so it would stop making crooked schemes every day.
Now promoted to Project Supervisor and with quite a few employees under him, Supervisor Zhao Le had stolen half a day of leisure and extended his short vacation by several days, adding in the leave Boss Luo had promised him earlier.
This counted as taking annual leave.
Because Shenzhou's traditional lunar New Year was approaching... Supervisor Zhao had to return home to spend it with his elder sister.
The New Year had to be celebrated. It was something