Ju Hua Qiang

They only knew that in the next Space War, the defenders of Las Vegas—the pillars holding the line—would certainly be the two mighty Conquerors and the God Chosen, never Kirk, a mere Reincarnator!

They only knew that compared with Dragon King team, which had just six Reincarnators, Forester Team—with two Conquerors, four Domain Experts, and more than eighty Reincarnators—was as strong as a bear compared to a wild dog. Which side was stronger was obvious!

Did they really need to hesitate over which side to take?

In this bloody Reincarnation World, how much were so-called justice and righteousness worth?

Not a damn thing!

Mockery, insults, and curses surged toward them like a tide!

Normally, if Kirk's team had faced the jeers of a hundred thousand Contractors before, even if Kirk himself had stayed silent, Boss Chekhov would have stepped up. Cultivator, the local big shot, and the event organizers would have come out to keep things under control, too.

But right now, Chekhov was angry that Kirk didn't know what was good for him and was deliberately trying to crush his confidence and swagger. As for Cultivator, who knew what he was thinking? He hadn't shown up either!

Kirk's team was surrounded by a hundred thousand Contractors. The six of them stood on the second-floor platform, swaying like a tiny boat amid raging winds and waves, isolated like an island in a vast ocean. It felt as if one spit from each person would be enough to drown them!

It wasn't that they'd done anything wrong. It was all about strength!

Forester Team had displayed enough power to win over the entire space. Anyone who dared defy Forester's rule was standing against the space itself!

Kirk said nothing. His eyes were still, his deep gaze seeming to pierce everyone present