Chapter 3 More Updates Today, 12, 17, 20. Seeking Monthly Tickets~

June 2nd, 7:30 AM, in the hotel.

"Slurp..." Jiang Xiao took a sip of hot soy milk, picked up a xiaolongbao (small steamed bun) and ate it. There were also a few side dishes on the coffee table, all specially bought by Teacher Fang.

The two of them were having breakfast together in Jiang Xiao's room, but Jiang Xiao wasn't very focused. He was scrolling through his phone while eating.

"The first round of the World Cup Individual Competition has ended, with a death toll as high as 4. 3 deaths in the Team Competition, 1 death in the Individual Competition..."

Even under such comments, the name "Zhao Wenlong" was all over the screen.

In fact, Zhao Wenlong's name was everywhere in the comments under various news and videos online.

Such comments made Jiang Xiao angry.

As the first member of the China team to be eliminated, Zhao Wenlong had been under attack on the domestic internet since yesterday afternoon.

Praised to the heavens when winning, cursed like a dog when losing.

Even Jiang Xiao felt angry looking at the one-sided comments. If Zhao Wenlong himself saw them, who knew what he would be thinking.

Being able to enter the national team, the trainees' qualities in all aspects were of course absolutely up to standard. Everyone longed for victory, but what could they do if their skills were inferior?

The mainstream media was still analyzing the reasons for Zhao Wenlong's failure, analyzing George Xing's strength, but for netizens: losing was the original sin.

You wore the national war robe, enjoyed a great reputation in the Imperial Capital Star Warrior University and even nationwide, but were eliminated in the first round. No matter who your opponent was, such a situation was unacceptable!

We don't care if you worked hard, we might not even watch the match, we just want the result, and you, as one of the Eight War Generals of China, handed in such an answer sheet.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that you deserve to die ten thousand times over.

The more Jiang Xiao read, the more uncomfortable he felt. It was George Xing who "killed" him, but his own people who were "destroying his heart."

Star Warriors experience wins and losses, life and death, it was a common occurrence in military affairs, but once the hat of winning glory for the country was placed on them, everything changed.

"Stop reading," Fang Xingyun snatched Jiang Xiao's phone, "You have a match coming up, don't let anything affect you."

Jiang Xiao picked up another xiaolongbao: "Who died in the individual competition? How was it handled?"

Fang Xingyun put down his chopsticks, turned his head, and looked at Jiang Xiao with a serious expression. "All of this has nothing to do with you. The drawing ceremony will be held later, only your opponent is related to you."

Jiang Xiao grinned and didn't say anything more.

...

Far away in China, the cafeteria of the Imperial Capital Star Warrior University was already packed.

For Star Warriors, the Star Warrior World Cup was a grand event. Some students would watch the drawing ceremony in class or in their dormitories, paying attention to the match-ups of the national team members. But more students liked to watch together.

So, after breakfast, the students didn't leave the cafeteria, but chose to chat and wait, and the topic of Zhao Wenlong inevitably came up in their conversations.

Zhao Wenlong was an upright person, although he was strong, he was humble and polite. In the circle of the Imperial Capital Star Warrior University, Zhao Wenlong had almost zero negative reviews, so the students were quite friendly to Zhao Wenlong, but they all felt sorry that such a result occurred.

"It's starting, it's starting." A student shouted loudly. For a moment, the students raised their heads and looked at the TV hanging from the ceiling.

Xia Yan sat with her roommate Zhao Qi, with untouched plates in front of them. Xia Yan was obviously a little nervous, didn't have much appetite, and anxiously waited for the results to be released, hoping that her little rascal wouldn't run into any lunatics.

What people didn't expect was that the first draw was for a Chinese player!

The red star flag hung high in the upper left of the character photo.

She was wearing a national team uniform, with neat, short hair, and a hint of a smile in her beautiful, big eyes. One hand was spread out in front of her, with frost spreading across her cool palm.

The Ice Frost God from the East China Naval Medical University - Wu Xiaojing.

The gloom in the cafeteria was swept away, and cheers and applause rang out. This female god from Jiangnan used an extremely strong posture in the first round to freeze the participating player from Australia, winning a victory without any suspense!

Thinking about it now, it was indeed inspiring.

The picture on Wu Xiaojing's right kept switching... Ding! As the opponent was determined, there was another burst of cheers in the cafeteria.

This was a girl with slightly dark skin, with ordinary looks, but a particularly bright smile, very infectious, and seemed to have a lively and cheerful personality.

In the upper right of the girl was a green, white, and red flag with a five-pointed star in the middle.

A participant from the small South African country, the Republic of Sunan.

"Stable!"

"Absolutely no problem!"

"Congratulations to Wu Xiaojing for taking the lead in advancing!"

Not to mention the students, even the teachers watching in the cafeteria were secretly nodding their heads.

A few minutes later, another cheer came.

On the big screen, the red star flag in the upper left was flying high, and a tough guy with a ponytail suddenly appeared, a long spear standing beside him, head held high, chest out, and a resolute expression on his face.

China, Da Cang Star Warrior - Fan Ren!

"Brother, don't mess around, give us someone weaker."

"Why are you so cowardly, who is Fan the Spear King afraid of? Give me someone awesome, let them see what a Hegemon Spear is!"

"One hand Great Peng Spreading Wings, I ask you, does your scalp tingle!"

Everyone concentrated and held their breath, the character image on the right quickly switched... Ding!

"Saito Nobuyuki!?"

"Go to your grandma... What kind of opponent is this? Out of ten thousand small countries participating, you have to have the top players fight each other in the first few rounds?"

"It's hanging, this... Japanese Sword God, I'm screwed......"

"He could also be called the Chinese Sword God."

"Yeah, his dad is Chinese, a talent drain......"

"Call him the Chinese Sword God my ass, with my Pi God here, who dares to call themselves the Chinese Sword God?"

On the character image on the right was a short-haired young man wearing a blue and white national team uniform.

He was holding a Tang sword backwards in his hand, across his chest, his eyes were like those of a falcon, extremely fierce.

And on the wrist of his hand holding the hilt backwards, there were cherry blossoms swirling around.

One of the hosts, the captain of the Japanese national team, the recognized Sword God.

Saito Nobuyuki, also known as Gu Xinzhi, is of mixed Chinese-Japanese descent. He grew up in Jiang City, the capital of Hubei Province in China, in his youth, and later studied at the Affiliated Middle School of Jiang City University.

After he became famous in Japan, according to Gu Xinzhi's junior high school classmates, Gu Xinzhi's dream was to be admitted to Jiang City University. Everyone here likes the cherry blossom avenue that is as pink as the flowing clouds and as red as the morning sun, and so did Gu Xinzhi.

At that time, Star Charts and Star Power had not yet entered his life, and he and his family were ordinary people, and they were worried about their future ordinary life.

In the third year of junior high school, he went to Japan with his parents due to family reasons.

At the graduation ceremony of Tateno Junior High School in Edo, Japan, a small probability event happened to him, and he became a rare Awakened.

His Star Chart is exactly the same as the flower and knife in his photo, which is a Tang sword entwined with cherry blossoms.

After that, the road to becoming a god began.

For a mixed-race person to stand in the position of national team captain, one can imagine how difficult it is and how strong his combat power is.

Gu Xinzhi's reputation was not something he bragged about, but was earned through real battles. After rising to fame in high school, he was specially recruited into Edo University, and he had never lost in his four years of university. His Star Warrior fighting trajectory was exactly the same as that of Hou Mingming of the Imperial Capital Star Warrior University.

He has a place in the world of Star Warrior students, and his reputation is even greater in neighboring countries.

In the international arena, in the predictions of multinational expert teams, this is a recognized "guaranteed top eight, and a possible top four" player, especially with the advantage of being the host, people have reason to believe that he can go further.

There was a sound of wailing in the cafeteria of the Imperial Capital Star Warrior University...

"Stop yelling! It's starting, it's starting!" A loud shout suppressed the buzzing sound in the cafeteria.

On the image in the second position on the TV, a handsome young man with short hair, wearing the Chinese national team uniform, with a wanton smile on the corner of his mouth, was holding a water mist dagger in his hand, twirling it.

The timing of this grab shot was very interesting. The rotating dagger was touching the back of his hand, and it was unknown whether it was spinning up or down.

The Demonic Capital Star Warrior - Yu Jin!

Everyone hurriedly looked at position number one...

"What country's flag is this? It's black and red, and why does it have a bird?"

"It's the Independent State of Papua! An island country above Australia."

"So... is it stable?"

"If it's not stable this time, Yu Jin will drop out of the Demonic Capital Star Warrior University!"

"I'll go, these two, Wu Xiaojing and Yu Jin......"

"Advancing hand in hand?"

"Teaming up to bully people?"

"Get out, you scream when there's a strong one, and say we're bullying people when there's a weak one, you guys are enough."

...

Ten minutes later.

"Stop arguing! Stop arguing! My Pi God is here!"

In an instant, the cafeteria of the Imperial Capital Star Warrior University was silent.

When others appeared, it was all cheers and applause, but when Jiang Xiao appeared, you could hear a pin drop in the cafeteria.

It could be seen that these Imperial Capital Star Warrior University students were really very nervous about Jiang Xiao...

On the character image, Jiang Xiao was still rubbing his head with one hand, with a shy smile on his face, very cute, making people want to... hmm.

A few seconds later, there was a sound of gasps in the cafeteria!

"Damn it!"

"Damn it!!!"

"Juliet Moore Lorraine?"

"What is this? Is the organizer a dog? Are they specifically making us fight the national team captains?"

"A fix!!! They want to get rid of my Pi God!"

"The only death in the individual competition came from her, right?"

"I'm screwed... Can you let my Pi God catch his breath?"

"Your Pi God can catch his breath, but I'm suffocating! Chest tightness, heart blockage, sigh......"

In the upper right corner of the second position, a blue background with a red Union Jack quietly appeared.

The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland.

On the character image on the right, a white girl appeared.

She had long, golden hair piled high, and a face of arrogance.

Her chin was raised slightly, looking down at the camera with a condescending posture, and her azure blue eyes revealed a hint of disdain. In her naturally drooping right hand, she was crushing a dark red flower.

Juliet Moore Lorraine, the captain of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, a plant-based magic god.

In the previous round of more than three hundred individual matches, there were countless people who were ruthless, and Jiang Xiao also stabbed and shattered the heart of the Indian God of War.

But there was only one person who couldn't be saved.

The creator of death was this captain of the United Kingdom.

In her, Xia Yan saw the shadow of Hou Mingming, the same posture, the same mentality, the same danger.

Xia Yan held her phone, wanting to call Jiang Xiao immediately, but she resisted again and again. Her phone was almost crushed by her, but she still didn't make a video call. She knew that Jiang Xiao must be very busy at this time, needing time and needing to concentrate on preparing for the battle.

Any match could be the last match in the lives of the contestants.

But when your opponent is Juliet Moore Lorraine, that possibility is infinitely heightened.

Far away in Japan, Fang Xingyun's body was actually trembling slightly. What he feared most had come!

This was beyond the scope of tough characters and ruthless characters. This captain of the United Kingdom was a female magic god who was guaranteed to be in the top eight...

Fang Xingyun hurriedly took out his phone, sent a message, and asked the national team staff for all the information on Juliet Moore Lorraine. They still had a day to prepare for the battle.

After Fang Xingyun finished sending the message, he turned his head and hurriedly comforted Jiang Xiao: "Don't worry, I've asked for the information, we'll study it carefully later, and she also has the video of the last round of matches, we'll get through this... Eh?"

While Fang Xingyun was comforting him, he found that there was no trace of worry on Jiang Xiao's face, as if he hadn't seen the extremely dangerous opponent at all.

What's the situation?

Completely ignoring her?

Jiang Xiao was mumbling in his mouth, and the words he said made Fang Xingyun stunned.

Fang Xingyun frowned slightly and listened carefully...

But he heard Jiang Xiao whispering: "Why isn't it George Xing, why isn't it George Xing, I can't wait... I'm suffocating, I want to fight George Xing!!!"

Fang Xingyun: "......"