All the audience were looking at the stage intently. Everyone hoped that their country’s opponents in the first round would not be too strong. If they could draw Nanxia, that would of course be the best thing.
Soon, the drawing of lots was over, and the envoy returned to Ling Chuxi and the others with dejected expressions on their faces.
"Who was drawn?" Li Shaoqiu came over curiously, took a look, and his expression changed.
"No way, that crow's mouth, he really got it right!" Li Shaoqiu's eyes widened, Nanxia Kingdom's opponent in the first round turned out to be Wanchuan Kingdom.
Later, two wooden signs were raised above the competition ground to announce the grouping of this round of battles. Wanchuan Kingdom vs. Nanxia Kingdom, and Fengze Kingdom vs. Dongxing Kingdom.
In the stands, some people were happy and some were sad. The audience of Wanchuan Kingdom was naturally excited. They met a soft persimmon like Nanxia Kingdom in the first round. Their hope of winning the championship was naturally a little higher, and Nanxia Kingdom’s
The audience was filled with despair. They met such a strong opponent in the first round. If Ling Chuxi and others were injured, there would be no need to compete in the next round and they would just hold the title of "No. 1 in Ten Thousand Years".
Go home.
There were cheers and lamentations in the audience, but the faces of Ling Chuxi and others remained calm as usual. Their goal was to win the championship, and it didn't matter who their opponent was in the first round.
Twelve horns sounded at the same time, and the melodious and desolate horns echoed in the competition arena for a long time. Ling Chuxi and the others walked towards the ring. The first game was between Wanchuan Kingdom, which ranked second in the previous competition, and the final one.
The famous Nanxia Kingdom.
When they came to the edge of the ring, they drew lots to determine the order of appearance. From the Nanxia Kingdom, they were Bailihan, Ling Chuxi, and Ling Yichen in that order, while from the Wanchuan Kingdom, the first one was Duan Qingchou. As for the next two, Ling Chuxi and
I don't care, because Xiao Tianying has already said that except for Duan Qingchou, the other two people only have nine levels of fighting spirit. In other words, Duan Qingchou's victory or defeat will basically determine the final outcome of this game.
The huge cowhide war drum made a thunderous sound, and the game began. Duan Qingchou slowly walked onto the ring, looking at Bai Lihan with a look that was bloodthirsty and murderous, and his face was even more ferocious.
Bailihan looked back at him indifferently and walked towards the ring.
"Baili, be careful. If it doesn't work, admit defeat." Ling Chuxi remembered Xiao Tianying's reminder and said to Bailihan.
"Well, his fighting spirit is weird. Take a closer look." Bailihan nodded and said.
The drums were beating loudly and the roar was overwhelming. On the stage, the referee read out the rules of the game.
"Get off!" Duan Qingchou suddenly said coldly to the referee.
"What did you say!" the referee was furious. After so many years as a referee, this was the first time someone dared to say to him in this tone.
The referee glared angrily, but saw the light in Duan Qingchou's eyes suddenly turn blood red, like a wild beast in the wasteland.
"Go down!" Duan Qingchou said lightly and drew out his long sword. At this moment, not to mention the referee, even the stands closest to the ring were enveloped by a strong bloodthirsty aura, making
One can hardly breathe.
The referee felt extremely uneasy. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. He finally walked off the ring. At this time, he felt his calves trembling slightly.
"It's terrible!" Seeing Duan Qingqiu's eyes, this was the only thought in the referee's mind.
Duan Qingchou pointed his sword at Bailihan, strong fighting spirit surged continuously, and a layer of cold light like clouds and smoke floated outside the sword body. It was completely invisible to people.