Saiyan Adopted by Thanos

"Saka Star's first fighting championship competition?"

"The reward is the skeleton of a god?"

Beckett on the ground looked at the image of Gao Tianzun who was still repeating his words in the sky, narrowing his eyes slightly.

As soon as he killed Gao Tianzun's subordinates on the front foot, Gao Tianzun used the bones of the gods to hold a competition on the back foot. He didn't believe that there was nothing tricky about it.

"Your Highness Beckett, we..." The Other, holding a scepter in his arms, asked Beckett for his opinion.

"Of course I will."

Now that Gao Tianzun had guessed his purpose, there was no need for him to hide it.

Isn't it just a ring? The opponents are all rotten fish and rotten shrimps trapped on this planet. Beckett has no pressure at all.

"He guessed our purpose and dared to take out the bones of the gods as a reward. The matter is definitely not as simple as he said."

Jennifer subconsciously began to guess what the reason for this man who claimed to be Gao Tianzun was to do so.

"He himself is a mysterious race that has existed since the birth of the universe, and his confidence is his own strength."

Hela, who heard him mention the collector when he learned about the collector from his father Odin, sneered, directly pointing out Gao Tianzun's confidence in doing so.

"These two brothers are wonderful."

"One likes to collect all kinds of weird things, and the other is keen to participate in and design various game competitions."

"Besides, this person's reputation as a manor is not very good."

Hela squinted her eyes, recalling an example that her father Odin said when he introduced Gao Tianzun to himself.

Someone once won Gao Tianzun in a game of gambling, and then he was stabbed to death by Gao Tianzun who smiled and handed over the chips.

Chapter 150 of the main text The dragon raises its head, the scorpion swings its tail, and the tornado destroys the parking lot

"Even so, do you still want to participate in this so-called championship competition?"

"Why not?"

Beckett replied without looking back.

Nothing else matters, as long as Gao Tianzun has the bones of the gods in his hand, that's enough.

His purpose of participating in this championship competition is just to be able to meet Gao Tianzun as quickly as possible.

As the organizer of this competition, he will definitely appear in the arena on the day the competition starts.

Beckett believed that Gao Tianzun thought so too.

Otherwise, he could have sat at home peacefully and waited for Beckett to come to his door, instead of taking out the bones of the gods as bait to lure him to participate in the competition.

"Or, do you have a better way to get close to Gao Tianzun?"

Beckett stopped, turned and asked.

When Hela heard the words, her expression froze, she curled her lips and said nothing.

Apart from participating in the competition, it seems that she really has no way to get closer to Gao Tianzun.

After all, she didn't know where Gao Tianzun's real residence was.

The location of the arena detected by Woz is only the place where Gao Tianzun frequents the most on weekdays.

Instead of spending a lot of time looking for it when the eyes are dark, it is better to go directly to the official meeting channel.

"Please don't be crowded!"

"Good queuing order determines whether you can complete registration and registration as quickly as possible!"

"Two gentlemen, if you want to fight, please go to another place to fight, and come back to line up after the winner is determined."

"For those who come from behind, please consciously go to the side and rear to get the number plate!"

The Saka Arena, which has not been established for a long time, became extremely popular after Gao Tianzun sent the notice.

When Beckett, who followed Woz's map, arrived at his destination, he was frowned by the two long queues.

"His Royal Highness Beckett, leave the rough work of queuing up to get the number, and leave it to me." The other, who aspired to become the number one under Becket's command, showed his role in the first place.

He bowed respectfully, and then trotted all the way to the window with the scepter, and fiercely took a number plate from the slave of the arena.

"404? Are there still so many people ahead?"

The other frowned, he always felt that this was not an auspicious number, not to mention that this number meant that there were at least four hundred and four three people in front of Beckett.

He didn't think His Royal Highness Beckett was the kind of person who waited patiently for so long.

After getting along for so long, the other has already grasped the temperament of his master very closely.

"Hey, let me ask you, is there any VIP access?"

Holding the number plate, he poked back and glanced at Beckett, who was obviously impatient. The other immediately pressed his face against the window, and asked ferociously.

"The kind that can sign up directly."

Generally speaking, this kind of competition should have exclusive VIP channels for the strong or capable.

"Yes, sir, but are you sure you want to take the fast track?"