Without these national leaders, no matter how sensational this convention was, it would only be a civilian gathering. But now, the meaning is different.
The World's Greatest Ability User Tournament has now become a globally watched event, similar to the Olympics, and it was all started by him, Adam.
Even if he doesn't deliberately increase the League of Heroes's influence in the future, with the convention held every three years, the League of Heroes's influence will only grow stronger and stronger.
The stronger the influence, the more Inhumans join, the more Superheroes there are, the more profitable the various industries involved become, and the more money there is, the better the treatment for Inhumans. This forms a virtuous cycle.
In the future, he only needs to train and improve his strength in the Gravity Chamber, and as long as no major accidents occur, the League of Heroes can handle other miscellaneous matters, solving his worries.
"Mr. Adam, the weather today doesn't seem very good."
Just then, the sky suddenly darkened, a black cloud blocked the sunlight, and it looked like it was about to rain. The Minister of Defense reminded him with a hint of schadenfreude:
"The weather at sea changes in an instant. Sometimes, one shouldn't be too hasty in doing things, or they might end up drenched."
"Minor issue. Even if it's covered by dark clouds, with me, Adam, here, I'll clear the sky for thousands of miles!"
Upon hearing this, Adam raised a hand, and a golden light shot into the sky from its surface, while secretly he cast a weather spell.
Instantly, the dark clouds dispersed, and warm sunlight illuminated the entire island.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the World's Greatest Ability User Tournament! I am today's host, Angel!"
Dressed in a black suit, with his golden hair slicked back, and wearing black sunglasses, Angel flapped his pair of pure white large wings and made a dazzling entrance with a microphone.
Immediately, a cheer erupted in the venue.
How could they hold a convention without considering the weather?
He knew there would be heavy rain this morning, which is why he deliberately chose this time to start.
Such an opening, clearing the dark clouds to reveal a clear sky, could greatly energize the atmosphere on site, stir the emotions of viewers in front of their televisions, and showcase the strength of their organizers.
Amidst the enthusiastic cheers, Angel began to introduce the rules for the preliminary rounds.
"As you can all see, there are a total of twenty-six arenas on the competition grounds. The preliminary rounds will divide contestants into twenty-six groups by drawing lots. Only the final winner of each group will be eligible to advance to tomorrow's official finals.
Each arena is equipped with the highest technology filming equipment to facilitate projection on large screens for audiences who cannot see. Killing is not allowed in the competition; anyone who kills will be disqualified and immediately arrested and sent to prison.
The conditions for winning the competition are very simple: knock your opponent out of the arena, or your opponent falls to the ground and the referee counts down ten seconds.
At the same time, each match is limited to ten minutes. If no winner is decided within ten minutes, the referee will assess and determine whose attack was more effective to decide the winner.
If a contestant relies solely on abilities like invisibility or flight to constantly evade combat from the start, they will be directly judged as having forfeited when time runs out."
When Angel finished announcing the rules, discussions immediately broke out below.
They had no issues with the competition rules, finding them quite fair, but their only objection was regarding the referees.
Since the contestants were all Inhumans with various abilities, what kind of referee would be qualified to assess the strength of these Inhumans?
If the referee's strength was insufficient, how could everyone be convinced by his judgment?
Angel seemed to have anticipated the discussions below, and shouted into the microphone:
"Now, please welcome our referees!"
"Wood Release: Wood Clone Jutsu!"
Adam, sitting in the center of the high platform, clapped his hands together, and twenty-six Wood Release clones separated from his body, swiftly flying to the sky above the twenty-six arenas.
Indeed, the referees for these twenty-six arenas were Adam's Wood Release clones.
Only he, the Superhero known as the strongest, was qualified to be the referee for all contestants.
His purpose in being a referee was, on one hand, to quell the audience's objections, and on the other, to ensure the safety of the contestants.
Although the competition rules forbade killing, if two equally matched people started fighting, sometimes it wasn't something they could control, regardless of their intentions.
There were also those Inhumans whose abilities were powerful but who lacked proficiency in controlling them.
Having fatalities in the first World's Greatest Ability User Tournament was not something he wanted to see.
Therefore, with his Wood Release clones watching, if any dangerous situation arose, they could promptly intervene or provide treatment.
Compared to the Shadow Clone, the Wood Release clone not only possessed all the abilities of the Shadow Clone but also mitigated its biggest weakness.
The Shadow Clone's weakness was its almost non-existent defense; if attacked, it would disappear directly.
But the Wood Release clone was different; because it was a clone made based on Wood Release, its body's sturdiness was the same as Wood Release.
Although not as strong as the main body, it could withstand a considerable amount of attacks.
However, Wood Release couldn't create thousands of clones at once like the Shadow Clone.
The twenty-six Wood Release clones, which evenly distributed all of the main body's energy, could control anyone as long as they weren't facing Black Captain Marvel.
And Black Captain Marvel, of course, would not have situations of killing or losing control of her abilities.
"Oh my god, Saiyan Superman is personally serving as the referee!"
The audience below, seeing Adam divide himself into twenty-six clones to guard the twenty-six arenas, immediately cheered excitedly, and their objections vanished.
With Adam, the strongest Superhero who saved the World, serving as the referee, it was naturally the most fair and just arrangement.
"Next, please welcome all contestants to enter. According to last night's draw, please wait by your respective twenty-six arenas for your number to be called to compete."
Seeing Adam in position, Angel shouted again.
As his voice fell, all the contestants lined up and walked out one by one from the passages in the north, south, east, and west of the competition venue.
At this moment, the cheers reached their climax.
"Arena One, Loki versus Kabra.
Arena Two, Natasha versus Vasily.
Arena Three, Thor versus Kim Seung-hyun.
Arena Four, Namor versus Uchimura Takuya."
The match lists for each arena echoed throughout the venue, and the contestants whose names were called stepped onto their respective arenas.
The preliminary rounds had officially begun!
Adam, sitting on the high platform, watched the contestants battling in the arenas below and couldn't help but smile, stroking his chin.
Last night's preliminary round draw was ostensibly random machine selection, but in reality, he had sent people to manipulate it behind the scenes.
To better showcase the competition, he had placed the strong contestants in different groups to ensure they could all advance to the finals.
Otherwise, if the preliminary rounds were too exciting, the finals might not be as captivating.
Ultimately, the competition would be more exciting as it progressed, which would further stimulate the audience's interest and push the atmosphere to a climax.
Just like those variety shows, most of them have scripts.