Martial Online.-Chapter 501 Thirty-Two Teams

On Mark Rothsmith's estate, people jumped to their feet and cheered loudly.

Mark looked at the scene with a frown on his face. 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝑤𝘦𝑏𝓃ℴ𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝑚

'They're so injured that they can't even stand; they barely survived through.'

He then focused his gaze back on the screen and wondered whether that certain person also qualified.

Meanwhile, all the other Rothsmith members had already started celebrating, without being aware that there was still one Rothsmith person who might also qualify.

The champagne had already been popped open, and the music was blaring, creating a festive atmosphere in the mansion.

…

After team Rothsmith was announced, the twelfth, thirteenth, and fourteenth teams were quickly announced.

Then, it was time for the fifteenth team, and the door slowly creaked open.

"Hahaha!" A loud-voiced player stepped through the door and laughed loudly, making other players irritated.

He was none other than Blackfist from Roaring Engines!

Behind him, Motorhero stepped through the door with his hands inside his pockets and looked around the place without much emotion on his face.

"Congratulations, Roaring Engines!"

…

At the bar that was frequently visited by Roaring Engines members.

There weren't loud cheers, but instead laughter and the sound of glasses clinking together in celebration.

Outside the bar, a loud sound of an engine revving echoed before it suddenly halted.

At that moment, someone stepped into the bar with dark sunglasses perched on their head and a leather jacket slung over their shoulder, instantly catching everyone's attention.

The members of Roaring Engines raised their cups to the person and then gulped the alcohol down their throats.

"They made it through." He whispered and took a seat on the bar stool before ordering a drink.

As he received his drink, he gulped it down and put the cup down.

As the time went by, he continued to sit on the same bar stool without ordering another drink. He was simply sitting there and watching the tournament unfold on the TV screen.

"Your son qualified; aren't you happy?" A broad-shouldered man sat beside him and raised his hand as he also ordered a drink for himself.

He looked like he was built like a brick house.

"It's just a game." He replied and leaned back, being careful not to fall from the stool. "My son entered this gang life when he was very young."

"So have we all." The broad-shouldered man said and took a sip of the drink. "How come he is any different from us?"

"Did any of you kill when you were nine years old?"

Motorhero's father asked and looked at the broad-shouldered man, his eyes looking dark and haunted behind the sunglasses.

"I can't say we have." The broad-shouldered man nodded. "So, you think the early war has messed him up?"

"It has messed him up. I just don't think so. I know." Motorhero's father replied and looked at the screen. "Martial Online is the perfect place for someone like him. Unlimited freedom to do evil."

"I heard that he is very adamant about not wanting any weak players near him." The broad-shouldered man chuckled. "Apparently he is starting a war. What do you think about that?"

"That is an excuse." Motorhero's father sighed. "It's just an excuse for him to cause chaos and destruction. His mind is damaged beyond repair."

…

The 25th door opened up and several gazes went straight towards the figure walking through the door.

"Where is he?" Cerberus stopped on the platform and looked around the room with a frown. "Still not here? Don't tell me he didn't make it through."

"No one else from Zahhak is here still?" Redheart clicked her tongue in disappointment. "We're the only ones that made it through?"

While Cerberus didn't look injured even slightly, Redheart had a few scratches on her arms and a bruise on her cheek.

Cerberus didn't care that no one else made it through, but he was waiting for one certain person to step through the door.

Soon, the 30th team was already announced, and the room was already quite full.

There were only two doors that were still closed.

Graham smiled and pointed his fingers at the two remaining doors. f reenovelkiss.com

A symbol of angelic wings appeared on the 31st door, and the face of a demon appeared on the 32nd door.

"The final team to survive through the challenge phase!"

The 31st door swung open, and two players stepped through, but when they were about to pass through the door, they collided with each other and struggled to get through.

"Fuck off, I am going first!"

"Ugh, you brute!"

A broad-shouldered man pushed aside his teammate and forced his way through the door.

His teammate followed after him with a twitching eyebrow and then tripped the broad-shouldered man, causing him to fall to the ground.

Thud!

"Ugh, you bastard!" The broad-shouldered man stood up, towering over his teammate, and growled angrily. "Fine, wanna fight? I am on!"

"Grow up." His teammate said in annoyance.

All the players looked at them in surprise, in disbelief about how uncooperative they seemed to be.

Some wondered whether it was an act to fool them all, but the broad-shouldered man's face had turned red, and he was almost smoking through his ears.

It didn't look like they were playing around.

Graham looked at them with a slight twitch on his lip and said, "Congratulations, Team Nameless!"

Barbarian and Prince bumped shoulders and stood on the platform with anger in their faces.

Their name was Nameless because they couldn't decide what name to choose as both of them wanted to use their dojo's name.

However, since they didn't reach a compromise, they had to panic and choose something, and this was the result.

"Oh, there're quite a few popular faces here." Barbarian smiled. "I want to fight them."

Prince rolled his eyes and turned to glance at the final door, wondering why it had a demon face on it.

"The final door." Graham pointed at it and said, "The team coming through that door survived through the apocalyptic underworld. It was a bloody battlefield, and only one team survived through!"

The room fell silent, as did the rest of the world.

In the minds of many, there were hundreds of teams they would want to go through, but there were only two players left to qualify.

The door slowly opened.

All the gazes landed on the door, and they felt a bloody aura emanating from the interior.

At that moment, two figures stepped through the door with blood-stained clothes that were still dripping blood to the ground.

"Congratulations, Phoenix Quill!"

"Whoo…" Moriarty leaned on his spear and looked around the room till he found the person he was looking for and made a throat slitting gesture.

Zadkiel grinned wickedly.

Cerberus cracked his knuckles and looked at Ambrose with blood-red eyes.

Ambrose looked around the room with an emotionless gaze and crossed his arms with a slight sigh.

'Finally through…'

"It's him…" Anthon said with a serious gaze and looked at his friend. "He looks just like that stone bastard."

"Yes," Cauldron replied, narrowing his eyes. "So, he was real, after all."

And just like that, the final team was announced, and all thirty-

two teams had gathered in the room!

This chapter is updat𝙚d by 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝓂