In the blink of an eye, three days passed and it was the day of the group stage.
The competition venue is located in the square in front of the White Dragon Palace and consists of two square arenas with a length of 20 meters and a temporary audience seat.
Large psychic shield activators are placed at the four corners of the arena, with translucent blue light arcs covering the top, isolating the inside and outside of the arena.
Since it was a group match, there were not many people in the audience, mainly staff and media cameramen.
"Sir, please come over here. You are the third one to take the stage." The staff took Chen Xing and his subordinates to the players' rest area.
The group stage will be played twice a day, one in the morning and one in the afternoon. Twelve players will play in three days. A total of six games will be played, and the two with the highest points will qualify.
"You're playing a game and bringing a babysitter with you. Do you think it's just playing house? My little friend, it's very dangerous here. Go home and drink milk."
As soon as he sat down, someone came over to provoke him. Unfortunately, it was the bald man who threatened to twist off Chen Xing's head on the day of registration and use it as a stool to sit on.
Lao K was about to step forward to argue, but was stopped by Chen Xing. He looked at the other party with a half-smile but was not angry, and said, "I looked at the list just now, and we seem to be in the same group."
"You didn't know until now?" The bald man crossed his arms with a proud look on his face, "Do you want to beg for mercy from me?" He sneered, "Just give up on that. I am very spiritual in martial arts. You have to give your best when you get on the court, and if you are afraid, go home as soon as possible."
"This is not a place for you..." The bald man looked at the two maids behind Chen Xing and the beautiful blue-eyed girl holding his hand, with deep jealousy in his eyes.
Why does this kind of good-for-nothing pretty boy possess so many women? Isn't it because he has a few rich men at home? When he wins the ring, meets the king of the country, and rises to the top, these bitches won't rush over to lick his toes?
"Bald pig, even with your little ability, you dare to challenge my master. Who do you think you are?" Hearing the other party mocking his master, Ye Qian, who had a fierce personality, couldn't help it and retorted.
The bald man didn't expect to be insulted by a maid on the spot. He couldn't find the words to refute for a while, clenched his fists and suppressed his blush.
Ye Qian was not afraid, because the master was right next to her, and she saw that the master had no intention of stopping her. She became more and more excited, and said sharply, "Don't take a pee and look in the mirror to see how big you are." Stupid."
"You think you're great just because you have a few muscles. Do you know what a pig is? I'm talking about a simple-minded guy like you with well-developed limbs. What's the use of just having strength? You also need a brain!"
"Does the brain know? Forget it, you don't understand even if you tell me, just play the piano to a cow,
When you meet my master later, just admit defeat and step down. Don't be beaten until you cry for your father and mother, it's too embarrassing! "
Ye Qian is the daughter of a cargo ship owner. She has grown up among porters since she was a child. She is vulgar, aggressive and fierce when she curses people.
"You, you..." The bald man's face turned the color of pig liver, and he pointed at Ye Qian and was speechless.
"What are you doing? Don't point your fingers around. Didn't your mother teach you the basic manners of a human being? You are born but not raised by your mother. Go back to your seat quickly and don't embarrass your mother here, you pig!"
The bald man's eyes widened and his fists clattered.
"You say you still want to hit someone, right? How about I hire a lawyer to give you a lesson and teach you some kingdom laws? Or let the staff come over and see why the quality of the current players is so low."
"You, wait for me!"
The bald man wanted to have an attack but didn't dare to. He looked so angry that he vomited three liters of blood. He smashed his fist and left with a harsh word.
"You can't tell, he has a pretty strong mouth." Chen Xing looked at Ye Qian and said with a bit of amusement.
"The quarrels of the people in the market make the master laugh." Ye Qian bowed and said.
"Good job." Chen Xing patted Ye Qian's butt to encourage him. The latter's face was slightly red. After all, he was in public here. He was a little shy and a little elated. Ever since Miss Suna came over and stayed with her master every day, she and her cousin had become alienated. Now that he has been praised by his master, he feels light-headed.
Li Mei on the side also cast an envious look. As their master's strength and status increased, their presence became weaker and weaker.
Because the gap is getting bigger and bigger.
As Chen Xing's closest maids, they have also obtained a lot of evolution potions. Unfortunately, their talents are limited and they have not yet reached the elite level.
Failure to advance means that youthfulness cannot be extended. When a woman loses her beauty, she loses most of her life. At least for the maid industry, it is so cruel.
Over the past thousands of years, how many masters have been willing to take their old and lustful maids around?
Although we can now rely on new technology drugs to stimulate cell regeneration and extend life span, they are simply incomparable to advanced evolvers.
Maybe in a few years, when youth is gone, I will be given a severance pay or arranged to work as a manager in a lower organization, and then I will find someone to marry and spend my life.
Therefore, they should take advantage of their youth and beauty to gain more favor from their masters. Whether it is purchasing expensive regeneration potions or making good arrangements in the future, they will be guaranteed.
While the two maids were having their own thoughts and worrying about gains and losses, Chen Xing's attention had already shifted to the ring.
If it is the first or second life, and the other person is a girlfriend, with his EQ and IQ, he can naturally see their little thoughts, and then say a few words of comfort.
But now, he is out of sight.
Just as people cannot see the ants beneath their feet, once they reach a certain height, they lose their view of the lower levels.
It's not that he forgets his roots, it's just human nature.
A person's time and energy are limited, and what he can focus on is also limited. Often when you focus on this point, you forget that point.
And more importantly, the future fate of the two maids depends on Chen Xing's words. Very relaxed and casual.
The first game on the stage began, all dressed up as mercenaries, using military fighting skills. The moves are simple and effective, fast and ruthless. They are aimed at the vital points every time and use the fastest way to knock down the opponent.
Military fighting skills are divided into three parts: dagger assassination, close combat, and critical strikes.
Chen Xing also uses military fighting skills, but he is not very proficient in them. He is a precise shooter when approaching, and there are not many opportunities for close combat.
But in fact, as strength increases, the need for melee combat becomes greater and greater.
There are two types of dagger assassination techniques: overhand grip and reverse grip. According to different habits, stabbing is the main method and cutting is the supplement.
Close combat techniques consist of anti-joint techniques and chokehold techniques, seeking to subdue or kill the opponent as quickly as possible.
The key striking techniques evolved from boxing, with some use of feet, but mainly frontal kicks and knee strikes.
The two people on the stage were glowing with blue light. They were both psychic armors and had exactly the same fighting style, which was very unappealing.
After fighting for a few minutes, the weaker party gradually began to weaken, and was finally thrown to the ground with his neck twisted, and was hit on the head continuously and fainted.
Ten minutes later, two more people came on stage, when the staff came running over.
"Get ready, the next round is yours."
Chen Xing raised his hand to show that he understood.
"Don't you want to warm up?" the staff reminded kindly.
Chen Xing glanced at Ye Qian, who immediately stepped forward and replied: "Thank you for your concern. My master has his own sense of discretion."
The staff member curled his lips, turned around and walked away, muttering in a low voice, "Who are you? You treat your kindness like a donkey's liver and lungs. Don't be beaten into a pig's head later."
