The speaker had a pair of blue eyes, fair skin, slightly sunken eye sockets, a hooked nose, and a strong, tall build. He was a typical East Slavic person, and as he spoke, there was a hint of juniper spirits on his breath.

"Otarovsky, I thought you were like the Demon Child, only interested in China's fine liquor."

Ma Ran looked at him with a peculiar expression: "I was planning to invite you to try all of China's spirits these days, but seeing you like this, it seems you're not interested in such things?"

Upon hearing this, Otarovsky's faint smile suddenly froze.

"No! I applied to come to China for the First Extraordinary One Exchange Conference mainly to taste your strong spirits firsthand!"

"Some drunkards praise your spirits as celestial, unmatched on earth, while others dismiss them as very unpleasant to drink."

"I treat alcohol very seriously and will never make a judgment unless I have tasted it myself."

At this point, Otarovsky suddenly realized something was off.

This Chinese youth was using the most standard Russian to communicate with him.

But that's not the most crucial point!

After all, the young man was the famous "Prophet," rumored to possess the world's greatest brain power even before awakening his superpower. Learning a few foreign languages shouldn't be difficult for him.

What truly puzzled Otarovsky was...

When he communicated with this Chinese youth, there seemed to be no sense of estrangement between them, as if they were old friends who hadn't seen each other for years, easily picking up their friendship with just a few words.

"As expected of the Prophet, such impressive oratory skill!"

Otarovsky shook his head, unwilling to dwell on this, conveniently because the young man's Russian was as fluent and standard as a news anchor's. He didn't have to use his clumsy Mandarin: "We have people like you, an S-level powerhouse, in our country as well... cough, cough! I didn't say anything just now!"

His face flushed, and he waved his hand: "Don't try to change the topic!"

"You must have foreseen Leonard's death, right?"

"When the Demon Child from Cangming Star crushed that guy earlier, you didn't even blink. You were too calm! Even those accustomed to life and death, with blood-stained hands, couldn't maintain such composure!"

Seated to Ma Ran's left, Su Qiangwei was currently observing her actions, pretending to be focused on eating chips while silently griping, "Of course, she planned it herself, why make a fuss?"

"Still, Ma Ran's acting is a bit lacking, he needs more training..."

Unaware that the young girl was critiquing his table manners, Ma Ran curled his lips in a slight smile.

His gaze fixed on Otarovsky, and he said calmly: "I did foresee all of this."

"Why didn't you try to change it?"

Finding the young man interesting, Otarovsky asked another question: "Wouldn't such events affect your reputation? 'As the host, ensuring the safety of all guests' is an ancient tradition of the Eastern Ancient Country, isn't it?"

Ma Ran smirked.

Such familiar dialogue...

"Isn't that what you really meant to say?"

Imitating the other's tone, Ma Ran stated earnestly: "One of China's ancient traditions was to accept tributes worth one or two silvers and then provide the latest scientific technology worth millions. Yet, you abandoned this excellent tradition."

Otarovsky's eyes widened as if he'd seen a ghost.

"Mind Reading Technique!"

"No, it's just a coincidence that I foresaw some segments related to you."

Returning to his normal tone, Ma Ran said calmly: "That approach wouldn't earn true prestige."

"On the contrary, it could make one seem like a fool."

"Even from a national perspective, such behavior not only weakens one's own strength, but also..."

"...breeds a group of freeloaders without the motivation for self-innovation, only knowing how to cling and seek benefactors worldwide."

"History has proven this strategy to be erroneous, foolish, blind, and vain."

"We've learned from history, choosing the most excellent strategy."

This verbal bombardment left Otarovsky dazed and bewildered.

The "group of freeloaders" the young man mentioned earlier, was he implying...

"Indeed, I could stop the Demon Child."

With a questioning tone, Ma Ran said: "But why should I stop him?"

"On one hand, the Demon Child is our strategic partner, the highest ruler of the Blood Lotus Dynasty on Cangming Star. It's not an exaggeration to call him the second Planet Leader of Cangming Star."

"On the other hand, altering the future through [Limited Foreknowledge] consumes my lifespan. It's not a secret, you should all know this."

"Saving Leonard Baholi would cost me precisely 0.3 seconds of lifespan."

"He's not worth that price."

Otarovsky's eyes were blank.

After all, Leonard Baholi was an A-level Ability User, with [Steel Flesh] not being the weakest among A-levels, but by no means the strongest either.

Yet, in Ma Ran's eyes, Leonard Baholi wasn't even worth 0.3 seconds of lifespan?

What a pitiful guy...

By now, the blood in the area had been thoroughly cleaned up, and the headless body had been taken away.

No trace of blood could be smelled at the scene anymore.

Subsequently, Sword Master's Direct Disciples Wan Haihao and Wu Di took the stage to spar with the apparently unsatisfied Demon Child.

The battle was predictable.

A one-sided crush.

The Demon Child stood in place drinking, while the demonic shadow behind him materialized, sending the two flying around the arena.

Wu Di was clearly just an add-on, but his ever-bold, unyielding attitude left a deep impression on everyone present.

As for Wan Haihao...

Although his performance wasn't much better than Wu Di's, no one underestimated him.

Even those with an A+-level pure combat type superpower among the delegates didn't dare confidently claim they could defeat Wan Haihao.

That swordsmanship alone, even if not reaching the level of One Sword Breaks Ten Thousand Techniques, was impressive enough to be considered superb!

The Seven Vortex Swordsmanship...

Lives up to its reputation!

Even though it's an Extraordinary System that typically requires a lot of time to cultivate to a high realm, its power at the basic stage was already so formidable!

After finishing the wine in the bottle, the Demon Child casually waved his hand.

A black-red ghost claw wavered in the air.

Bam!

Bam!

With two soft thuds, Wu Di and Wan Haihao flew out of the boundary line, judged out.

Both were panting heavily, drenched in sweat, clearly exhausted to their limits.

But they weren't harmed in any way.

This demonstration successfully set the stage, heating up the atmosphere.

Soon after, Extraordinary Ones chose to step down, half for exchange sparring, half performing their skills.

This could also be considered a small-scale military exercise in the new era.

The individual combat power of Extraordinary Ones can reflect a country's foundation, talent reserve, extraordinary strength, and luck.

After several rounds of intense battles, the South Korean representative Li Xuanxun finally took the stage.

Li Xing, a recent recruit from Grass Hut Academy, immediately requested to fight.

The reason was as follows:

"Today, that brat Li Xuanxun said in the cafeteria that everyone with the last name Li has Korean blood! How can I bear that? If I don't smash his head today, I don't deserve the surname Li!"

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