In Jun's home, Jun Mowu looked at the news about the organizer of the event posted on the website, snorted coldly, showing dissatisfaction, "These old people are all ignorant of what is good and bad."

Beside, a young man with a crew cut and a stern face was none other than Jun Mowu's fiancé, Zhu Xu, a genius from the First Military Academy.

He held Jun Mowu's hand and said: "Then Chen Feng must want to win the competition and get immunity, so as to save his life."

"Impossible! I must avenge my father and brother. Chen Feng must die."

Jun Mowu gritted his teeth and said.

Zhu Xu nodded and said: "This is inevitable.

Therefore, we cannot let Chen Feng win the championship."

"We will also go to the competition and beat that guy to death directly in the ring."

Jun Mo Wu said.

Zhu Xu shook his head, looked at Jun Mo Wu and said, "Mo Wu, I know you are eager for revenge.

But we have already obtained the predetermined qualifications. If we participate in this trial again, the superiors will not agree."

"Then are we looking at that guy with a chance to get immunity?"

Jun Mowu said excitedly.

Zhu Xu sneered: "Of course not.

Just because we can't compete doesn't mean others can't compete!"

These words lit up Jun Mowu's eyes and made her excited.

"Yes, I'll find someone to sign up for the competition.

We absolutely cannot let that guy win the championship and get immunity."

Zhu Xu nodded and said: "Don't worry, there are many masters participating in this trial, and there are even several peak level five warriors. That guy's chance of winning is very small."

"Besides, I also know some people there who agree with the competition requirements and can also go and have fun."

"Axu, thank you very much."

Jun Mowu leaned on Zhu Xu's chest.

Zhu Xu gently stroked Jun Mowu's long hair and said softly: "You are my fiancée, and I should help you."

"Axu, after we kill Chen Feng and after this exchange conference, let's get married!"

Jun Mo Wu said.

Zhu Xu nodded, with a hint of excitement in his eyes, "I have been waiting for this day for a long time."

...At almost the same time, the No. 1 martial arts school in Beijing.

In a gorgeously decorated office, Cao Xu sat on an office chair with his legs crossed, listening to various reports gathered by his subordinates.

"Boss Cao, Zhu Xu and Jun Mowu probably won't give up. They might send someone to compete to prevent Chen Feng from winning the championship.

Do we need to send someone?”

one of the attendants asked.

Cao Xu clasped his fingers on the table and said slowly: "No need."

"Boss Cao, this-" The follower was a little confused.

Cao Xu narrowed his eyes and said: "The trial is just a bunch of rotten fish and shrimps.

Real masters have already reserved their reserved quotas, so they don't even need to participate in this trial."

"But in this case, if that guy gets immunity, Lu Hao's revenge will not be avenged."

The follower said.

Cao Xu snorted coldly and said: "The so-called immunity is just a joke, just a shield used to stop the saliva.

You really take that thing seriously."

"Boss Cao, I don't understand this.

Could it be that the championship rewards and immunity in the trials are fake?"

The attendant looked puzzled.

"idiot!"

Cao Xu glared at him, and then explained, "There is only one real immunity, and that is personal strength.

As long as your fists are big enough, no matter what you commit, no one will dare to touch you, so there is no need for immunity."

"If the fist is not big enough, even if there is some immunity.

When the time comes, the enemy comes to your door and just kills you directly, then the immunity is of no use, it’s just a piece of paper.”

"Remember, the world now is no longer the world it was three years ago.

Laws and rules have slowly turned into a joke."

"In the future world, there is only one rule, and that is strength."

"It was a world where strength spoke, and the weak preyed on the strong.

Everything else is ethereal."

The follower looked like he suddenly understood, nodded and said: "I see, thank you, Boss Cao, for your advice. I understand."

"Then we won't send anyone to compete."

Cao Xu chuckled and said: "If even Zhu Xu and the people from the Jun Mo Wu sect can't be solved, then Chen Feng is just a waste."

"If he unexpectedly wins the championship and gets immunity.

I don’t mind letting him know at the exchange conference what the real number one Chinese youth is.”

"Boss Cao is invincible. When the time comes, you will definitely win the exchange conference."

The follower's flattery made the smile on Cao Xu's face even stronger.

... Because of Jun Mo Wu and Chen Feng, the selection competition, which was not too popular at first, suddenly became more popular, attracting the attention of hundreds of millions of Chinese people.

The officials also urgently adjusted the equipment and schedule to broadcast the entire selection process to the whole country.

Finally, the day of the selection competition arrived, and Chen Fei, dressed in casual clothes, arrived at the scene.

After the opening ceremony, speeches, and drawing of lots, the competition officially began.

The rules of the competition are very simple, it is a one-on-one knockout match, the loser is eliminated, and the winner advances to the next round.

Finally, after fighting one-on-one until the finals, the final champion will receive generous rewards and also qualify for the Chinese representative team in this World Youth Warriors Exchange Conference.

Chen Fei's lottery number was relatively early, and he appeared in the eighth game on the 16th.

His opponent was a well-known strong man, but his strength was pretty good, and he had the strength of a third-level peak warrior.

However, against Chen Fei, there is no chance of winning.

Chen Fei knocked his opponent off the ring with a casual palm and won his first match.

In the surrounding auditorium, Jun Mowu and Zhu Xu also rarely appeared here, paying attention to the situation on the field.

As Chen Fei came down the mountain after his victory, the two of them frowned uncontrollably, showing dissatisfaction.

However, Zhu Xu held Jun Mowu's hand and comforted him: "It's just the beginning, the opponent is too weak.

It's impossible for that guy to be so relaxed in the later rounds."

Jun Mowu nodded and said, "I know."

The game continued, and an hour later, Chen Fei's second round began.

This time the opponent was a young woman with pretty good strength, but she was still slapped off the ring by Chen Fei and won.

Winning two games in a row, coupled with his reputation in the news in recent days, Chen Fei attracted the attention of many spectators, and many people pointed and started talking.

"This Chen Feng still has some strength!"

"I didn't expect it to be pretty good. It would be great if he really wins the championship."

In addition to a few voices of surprise and admiration, of course, there were also more voices of anger and disdain.

"We've only won two games, is that enough?"

"This disgusting murderer still has the nerve to participate in the competition. I'm going to vomit."

"The opponent behind me, kill this murderer, it's so disgusting."
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