The subordinate hurriedly said: "Reporting to the president, the number Master Ye drew is No. 539."

"So lucky?"

Li Zongzheng squinted his eyes slightly.

After thinking for a moment, he continued: "Go ahead and do what I arranged before."

The subordinate nodded: "Yes! President."

"Wait a moment!"

Li Zongzheng stopped the other party again, stretched out his hand to twist the other party's collar, and said coldly: "Remember this clearly from now on. Don't call me any bullshit Master Ye again! These three words will make this president annoyed!"

"Yes, yes, my subordinate... I understand."

The subordinate nodded quickly and left trembling.

…

It's around 1 p.m.

The participating warriors came to the square one after another.

At this time, twenty competition arenas have been divided into the square.

Arrange neatly.

"Twenty arenas, that is to say, 20 games can be played at the same time in each round."

"Based on the upper limit of 15 minutes for each duel... um..."

"Then my number 888 will take 11 hours after more than 40 rounds. I definitely won't be able to finish it today and will have to do it tomorrow! It's great!"

After Wang Bin arrived at the scene, he started counting with his fingers.

I figured out that my turn would probably be tomorrow afternoon, and I was immediately overjoyed.

"What about me? Senior Brother Wang Bin, please help me do the math."

The junior brother who had drawn 109 before hurriedly came up and asked.

Wang Bin glanced at it and said: "What's the point of you 109? It's your turn in the sixth round, and it starts in more than an hour."

"Ah? This...so fast?"

The junior brother suddenly became nervous.

This is his first time participating in a martial arts competition, and his own strength is considered to be in the middle and lower reaches among the 12 people who signed up.

Zhang Qilong came over and encouraged: "Don't be nervous, Xiaolu. You and I are also in the same round, starting from the sixth round. We are the vanguard of the Chu Family Martial Arts School. We should perform well and set an example for everyone."

"Well! Don't worry, Senior Brother Qilong, I...I will do my best!"

The junior brother nodded vigorously.

Seeing this, Ye Feng couldn't help but smile.

In the past, Zhang Qilong was selfish, vain and had a bad impression in the minds of his fellow martial arts masters.

But things have changed a lot now.

Very gratifying.

Moreover, Zhang Qilong's strength is also the most outstanding among the Chu family martial arts masters.

He was about to appear on stage, but he was not timid at all.

He immediately walked over and said: "The competition has already started. Qilong, please take everyone to look around first and sum up the experience. I will chat with Xiaolu."

"Okay Brother Feng."

"Everyone, follow me!"

Zhang Qilong immediately led everyone towards the ring where the competition had begun.

Observing other people's battles in advance will be very helpful for the next game.

"Brother Feng, do I want to practice now?"

Junior brother named Xiaolu said.

"It's okay. The game will start soon. There is no need to practice again at this time."

Ye Feng smiled.

In fact, I don’t blame Xiaolu for having such thoughts.

At this time, many warriors in the square who were about to step into the ring this afternoon, because they did not know who their opponents were and were not confident in their own strength, were all gearing up in the corner for extra training.

Everyone was sweating profusely and worked ten times harder than usual.

"Then what do I do now?"

Xiaolu asked again.

Ye Feng said with a smile: "Of course, sit down, take a good rest, think about things that have nothing to do with the game, and relax yourself."

Xiaolu asked doubtfully: "Ah? Is this... possible?"

Ye Feng asked casually: "Do you know what ancient warriors did before going to the battlefield for a decisive battle?"

Xiaolu shook his head: "I don't know."

"Then let me tell you, they will hold as big a banquet as possible, prepare sumptuous food, and eat it all! If conditions permit, they will also let the soldiers try to see their families and reunite."

"The purpose of doing this is to allow the soldiers to enjoy beautiful things and relax as much as possible."

Ye Feng said this.

The past four years in Dragon Soul were also recalled in my mind.

Every time before going on a dangerous mission, he and his comrades would drink and chat, and talk to each other about everything that was on their minds.

Then embark on the journey without any burden!

in the following time.

Ye Feng chatted casually with Xiaolu, about family, about the past, about the girl he liked...etc.

He didn't even mention anything about the martial arts competition.

The expression on Xiaolu's face also gradually relaxed visibly to the naked eye.

Before you know it, the time has arrived.

"Please invite warriors No. 109 and No. 110 to wait in the preparation area of ​​Arena No. 12!"

"Please invite warriors No. 113 and 114 to wait in the preparation area of ​​Arena No. 17!"

"..."

Listen to the voice on the radio.

Ye Feng stood up: "That's almost it. Get ready to play. Just use what you usually practice."

"Um!"

Xiaolu nodded, raised his legs and walked towards the ring.

At this time, Wang Bin and others also arrived at the bottom of Arena No. 12 to wait.

Zhang Qilong went to ring 17 to start his game.

With Zhang Qilong's strength, everyone feels more at ease.

So most people came to cheer on the trail.

“Come on the trail!”

“The path will win!!”

"Xiaolu, set an example for me! If you win this night, please take good care of yourself! Hahaha!"

"..."

Everyone in the audience kept cheering.

Xiaolu also stepped onto the ring with a smile.

look up.

A lean young man appeared in front of him, it was his opponent, Warrior No. 110.

"Attacks on the crotch and eyes are not allowed in martial arts competitions. Anyone who violates this will be deemed a loser."

"The competition lasts up to 15 minutes. If one side does not admit defeat, the one with the most points during the competition will be the winner!"

"..."

After the referee read out the rules of the competition,

"The contest begins!"

With the sound of the gong.
To be continued...