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Chapter 544 God of War?
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May 29th.
Inside a lecture hall on the first floor of the hotel where the trainees were staying.
The ten trainees and their team leaders watched the large screen in front of them; the lottery ceremony was about to begin.
A total of 652 contestants were participating. There were too many matches, and due to the limited number of venues, the trainees would likely have to pack their bags and head to their respective competition zones to prepare as soon as the draw was over.
On the screen, photos rolled back and forth on the stage's large screen.
Each time a half-length photo appeared, the corresponding national flag was marked in the upper right corner of the avatar, and the corresponding university and the person's name were written in English below.
The lottery ceremony for the individual competition had been going on for a while, and until now, no Chinese member had appeared.
Black, white, and yellow skin, faces with different styles, were presented on the big screen, which was indeed increasingly tense.
Finally, there was a commotion in the auditorium.
He appeared!
The first player from China!
Xie Yan's half-length photo appeared on the big screen.
He was wearing the national team uniform, with black boxing tape wrapped around his fists, the end of which he held in his mouth. His head was slightly back, as if he was tearing it with force, focusing on tying the tape.
Jiang Xiao pressed a hand to his little heart, "Oh my god, that's so cool..."
Xie Yan in the auditorium covered his face with one hand and lowered his head, feeling a little ashamed.
He was a warrior, not a star. He didn't know how to put on a show, but after gathering in the country, during the training process, at the official request, they all took so-called "stills."
However, this photo was taken by the photographer while Xie Yan was waiting in the waiting room for the still to be taken.
In the photo, Xie Yan's expression was focused and his movements were natural, reflecting his most authentic spiritual outlook.
A few seconds later, next to Xie Yan's huge half-length photo on the big screen, a black girl with dreadlocks appeared, her white teeth smiling brightly, wearing a blue and white national team uniform, and the Stars and Stripes hung in the upper right corner of her half-length photo.
The two photos were locked in, confirmed to be correct, and a huge "vs" appeared between the two.
Afterwards, 76-2 huge numbers were engraved above their heads.
"Wow, the first game is against the US! That's difficult!"
"Indeed, it's not easy to fight..."
The staff quickly moved, looking for information, searching for where the 76th exam room was. The number 2 at the end represented the order of appearance in that venue.
"Number 76, Incheon, South Korea, the competition venue is Inha University Stadium."
As soon as the voice fell, the trainees looked at Xie Yan with pity. This kid had only gathered here for a few days, and his butt hadn't even gotten warm yet, and he was about to set off for South Korea...
Due to Xie Yan's taciturn personality, he had little communication with other contestants. Jiang Xiao slapped him on the back and said, "Beat her to death! See you in Edo City!"
Edo City is the capital of Japan, and it is also the venue for the final finals, so Jiang Xiao's meaning is self-evident.
Xie Yan grinned. It didn't hurt, but he was startled by Jiang Xiao...
All over the world, people were watching the lottery ceremony, watching what time their national team members would compete and who their opponents would be.
At the same time, buzzing discussions came from the cafeteria of the Capital Star Warrior University in the capital.
It was an hour later in the country than in Japan, and it was the review week before the exam, so there were no classes at all. At 7:15, most of the students did not choose to leave after eating, but stayed here, looking up at the TV hanging above the restaurant.
A few minutes later, huge cheers came from both the cafeteria and the distant dormitory buildings.
"Hou Mingming!"
"Hou Mingming!"
"Hou Mingming!!!"
This was the pride of China, and even more so, the pride of Capital Star Warrior University. The captain of the World Cup individual competition national team, the King of Single Combat of Capital Star Warrior University, had appeared!
On the big screen, Hou Mingming was wearing a red and white national team uniform, with a slightly flickering red star flag in the upper left corner.
Hou Mingming wore a pure white baseball cap, slightly raised his chin, tilted his head, and looked at everyone in front of screens around the world with a condescending posture...
"Oh my god!"
"As expected of the Great Demon King! He's getting more and more stylish!"
"He's so damn handsome, gods block gods, who's going to die!"
"Let us have the victim!"
In the crowded cafeteria of Capital Star Warrior University, a dark mass of students held their breath and stared at the photos that were quickly switching on the big screen. After a few seconds...
A national flag that everyone was more familiar with appeared in the upper right corner of the picture on the right, a green background, yellow frame, and blue ball...
The Federal Republic of Brazil!
The young man in the photo was wearing a yellow and green national team uniform, with deep eyes and a handsome face. He crossed his arms and looked up at the people in front of the screen.
There was another cheer from the students in the cafeteria.
"Steady, steady!"
"Uh... isn't it challenging?"
"Football, I'm not good at it. Fighting, you're not good at it!"
"......"
In the crowd, Xia Yan's excited hands trembled slightly, and a pair of beautiful eyes stared at the big screen, searching for that familiar figure in the fleeting photos.
She had never thought that as an audience member, she would have such a strong sense of participation, and a sense of honor and pride arose spontaneously. She had a feeling that Little Pi was coming!
However, her premonition was wrong. Five minutes later, the next Chinese national team member was Xin Ai'an, who was holding Little Tree Man.
The quiet girl had a smile on her face and was very polite. The Little Tree Man in her arms had a green head and looked silly, looking at the camera.
Xin Ai'an was the second position, and the students quickly looked at the competition players who had already appeared on the left, but found that it was a participant from an African island country - the Republic of Madagascar.
At the beginning, the white, red, and green national flag hanging above the students even made many people confused as to which country it was.
Seeing such a matchup, everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Compared with those superpowers and traditional powerhouses, the strength of the Star Warriors in these countries was relatively weaker.
What everyone never expected was that the breath that everyone had just let out rose again in just two minutes!
Master Zhao is here!
The first position is determined! The second position begins to choose!
Zhao Wenlong's half-length photo also made everyone couldn't help but smile. His posture was almost the same as Xie Yan's. Was this a team spy?
Zhao Wenlong was also in the same appearance of wrapping boxing tape, with the end of the boxing tape in his mouth, his head slightly back, tearing backwards, but the boxing tape on his fist was pure white.
The difference between the black and white boxing tape was not very big, making many face-blind foreigners very confused. They always felt that this Chinese contestant had appeared once before...
The figure on the right was finalized, and the crowded cafeteria was silent.
Look at the national flag... the Stars and Stripes? Is it the US again?
Why are Little Black and Little White fighting with the US?
The American white youth on the right was too individual, he was smiling, laughing wildly.
He had a head of blond curly hair, which was very messy, and his big mouth was almost split to the roots of his ears.
But no matter how crazy his smile was, there was no smile in his eyes. The blue eyes were wide open. His eyes were big, and it was frightening that his eyeballs would fall out of their sockets...
How did this guy... pass the review?
Although your country is very casual and likes to show off your personality, this is too individual, right?
A wave of crazy evil aura rushed towards them, and the buzzing discussions in the cafeteria rang out.
"What is this thing?"
"Showy, send him away!"
"Damn... this is... this is the US national team, the King of Single Combat in the team..."
"Damn it, unlucky."
"It's not as exaggerated as you think. The so-called King of Single Combat in the team is just that no one wants to fight with this lunatic."
Obviously, the appearance of this group of battles had lowered the atmosphere in the cafeteria to freezing point.
Finally, a girl stood up and shouted, "What's wrong with the US King of Single Combat? My Longlong is also the Chinese King of Single Combat! Hou Mingming got first place, just being modest!"
For a time, there was a response from everyone.
"That's right! No problem!"
"Kill this bastard, pretending to be a grandson here."
"Is there something wrong with this damn lottery? Why are we facing so many Star Warriors from big countries?"
"Don't talk! Don't talk! Pi God is here!"
Everyone looked up, and a little Jiu Xing Du Nai in a national team uniform appeared on the big screen.
He rubbed his little crew cut with one hand, with a shy smile on his face, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.
"Look how normal we smile!"
"Yeah, Little Du Nai is so cute."
"Cute, want to..."
The figure on the right switched quickly. The next moment, a dark-skinned curly-haired man was fixed, his body was burly, his eyes were fierce, a veritable Iron Man!
The styles of the two people are completely different, okay!
At the same time, a wave of gasping sounds came. For neighboring Asian countries, especially the constantly provocative and harsh-talking India, this trainee's popularity in the hearts of Chinese students was much higher than that of the so-called US King of Single Combat.
"The God of War of India, Xiang Bi!"
"The first game is against the God of War, this..."
"This B is the national captain of India."
"His mouth is big and stinky, he shouts every day, calling for revenge, and he really met our Chinese team member."
"There must be something wrong with this lottery. Why are we drawing these kinds of opponents?"
"Why does he want revenge?"
"Isn't it because in the last World Cup, our national team members eliminated his brother in the first round... a historical issue."
Xia Yan's heart couldn't help but rise as she listened to the discussions of the surrounding students.
The first round is against such a strong opponent? Known as the God of War of India?
At the same time, Jiang Xiao, who was far away in the hotel in Edo City, Japan, became one of the team members that people were worried about.
The other one who was worried, of course, was Zhao Wenlong, who met the lunatic.
The staff came to Jiang Xiao, sat down, and pointed to one of the numbers in a document: "Your battle number is 282-1, the competition venue is located in Nagoya City, Nagoya University Stadium, the first to play."
Jiang Xiao nodded: "No problem."
After signing the confirmation, the staff left with the information.
Fang Xingyun sat over and said softly, "Don't worry, this person's reputation is greater than his strength. His Jing Zhou is a bit tricky, but you have purification, you have silence, no problem."
Jiang Xiao smiled and said, "Me? Worry?"
Fang Xingyun saw the extremely confident smile on Jiang Xiao's face, and her heart couldn't help but relax a little, and she scolded softly, "He is known as the God of War of India, don't take it lightly, there are no weak people who can enter the World Cup."
Jiang Xiao grinned and said with a smile, "In my eyes, there are no strong people."
For a time, all the Chinese team members looked over.
Jiang Xiao hurriedly covered his mouth, finished, finished, exposed!
I accidentally told the truth...
How can I get along with my teammates in the future?