Even blind box hunters don't choose their partners? I got Su Daji from my blind box!

Off the field, in the players' rest area.

With his hands in his pockets, Lin Xiao led his team leisurely to the territory of Huayang Martial Arts University.

The rest area of ​​the First Military Academy is right next door.

The two teams were separated by an aisle less than a meter wide.

Bai Qi, who had been resting with his eyes closed like a statue, suddenly opened his eyes the moment he sensed Lin Xiao's presence.

Those eyes, which had been icy cold, suddenly lit up, staring intently like a hungry wolf seeing meat, or a believer seeing God.

The next second, under the watchful eyes of tens of thousands of spectators and countless high-definition cameras.

This freshman, hailed as the "son of a military genius" and the leader of the top military academy, stood up abruptly.

He strode across the aisle and grabbed his teammate Gu Qingye, who was sitting on the far side and about to wave to Lin Xiao, by the back of his collar.

"Get out of the way, you're blocking the way."

The movement was so practiced, as if he were picking up a chick, and casually tossing it behind him.

Gu Qingye: "???"

Before Gu Qingye could recover from his daze, Bai Qi had already taken his place with great force.

He even went so far as to drag the chair further into the aisle, almost pressing himself against Lin Xiao.

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

The screen was instantly flooded with comments.

"Holy crap? What kind of move is this?"

"When two armies clash, should the commander-in-chief run off to the other side to provoke them first?"

Gu Qingye: So I'm just a tool, right?

Lin Xiao was also stunned, staring at the big face in front of him that was full of "fanatical" expression, his eyelids twitching wildly.

"Long time no see, Bai Qi. Your aura is quite menacing."

Bai Qi completely ignored Lin Xiao's joke. He stared intently at Lin Xiao, his gaze so intense that it sent chills down Lin Xiao's spine.

After a long while, this guy suddenly let out a long sigh, his tone as melancholy as a woman confined to her boudoir, yet terrifyingly sincere.

"If I had known you went to Huayang Martial Arts University, I wouldn't have come to the First Military Academy."

The air suddenly became quiet.

The rest area of ​​the First Military Academy instantly fell into an extremely awkward situation.

Gu Qingye, who had just gotten up, slipped and almost fell to his knees again.

The other team members looked on with expressions of horror, as if to say, "Captain, have you been possessed?"

Brother! Is this something I can just say?!

This is being broadcast live online! You're publicly humiliating your own school!

On the second floor, inside the VIP private room.

"Snap!"

A crisp sound.

The priceless, specially made purple clay cup in Lei Zhen's hand instantly turned into a pile of powder. The scalding tea flowed through his fingers, covering his hands, but he seemed to feel no pain.

That once resolute and dignified face was now as black as soot, the veins on his forehead throbbed, and his blood pressure visibly spiked.

"Pfft—hahahaha!"

A burst of unrestrained, maniacal laughter came from the side.

Mo Daozi appeared at the French windows at some point, holding a handful of melon seeds, laughing so hard he was doubled over, his voice so loud it seemed he could lift the roof off.

"Oh dear! Old Lei, it seems our Huayang Temple is too small to accommodate such a great Buddha, otherwise even the son of a military god would want to come and guard our gate~"

"His personal charm, wow, it's indescribable, simply indescribable!"

Lei Zhen suddenly turned his head, his eyes fierce as if he wanted to devour someone.

"Old devil Mo! Stop your sarcastic remarks! That bastard Bai Qi... I'll skin him alive when we get back!"

……

Off the field.

Gu Qingye wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, leaned close to Bai Qi's ear, and whispered wildly insinuating something.

"Captain! Captain! Watch your words! General Lei is watching! It's being broadcast live online! Leave the school some semblance of decency!"

Bai Qi turned his head, his eyes clear to the point of being somewhat foolish, emphasizing a "top-level understanding".

He looked at Gu Qingye and said earnestly.

"We martial artists cultivate to follow our hearts. We go wherever we want, and fight whomever we want. What's the point of cultivating martial arts if you can't even speak the truth? What kind of strongest are you?"

Gu Qingye opened his mouth, but was speechless.

That makes so much sense, I can't even refute it.

Lin Xiao almost burst out laughing when he saw this scene.

Bai Qi, with his straightforward personality, is indeed endearing.

"Hey! Lin Xiao!"

Just then, a loud voice filled with resentment rang out.

Zhao Xiaotang squeezed through the crowd, carrying an axe bigger than herself, and glared at Lin Xiao with a pitiful expression.

"Did you guys plan this all along? Huh? All of you went to Huayang, but I didn't know!"

"My master, that old man Deng, actually kept it from me! I'm so angry! I should have gone too!"

Well, another one who wants to betray us.

This isn't a competition venue; it's practically a massive family reunion!

Before Lin Xiao could speak, Bai Ling, who had been playing with the five-colored poisonous spider, suddenly looked up.

She blinked her large, watery eyes, her voice sweet to the point of being cloying, yet carrying a chilling undertone reminiscent of tea:

"Hehe, it's okay, Sister Xiaotang. Even though you didn't come, I'm here to keep Brother Lin Xiao company. Anyway, whether you come or not... it really doesn't matter~"

Zhao Xiaotang: "..."

It's hard.

The fist hardened.

That scheming green tea bitch, I just want to chop her up with an axe!

Zhang Xuan watched from the sidelines, thoroughly amused.

Just when this group of people turned a serious national competition into a tea party for old friends.

"Next up—"

"【Huajing Wuhan University Team!】"

The host's voice rang out again, but it was noticeably less passionate than before, clearly indicating that he was somewhat flustered by the previous wave of "everyone betraying him".

A group of people walked out from the entrance of the passage.

The leader was dressed in a silver-white high-end martial arts uniform. He was tall and slender with a handsome face and a meticulously styled haircut.

His chin was held up a little too high, and his nostrils almost reached the sky, exuding an innate arrogance.

Captain Hua Jingwu.

[Wang Zichen, Second-Tier Martial Artist!]

Behind him followed the vice-captain.

[Ruan Qingyu, Peak First Rank!]

And three mid-level first-tier team members.

This lineup would have been a top contender for the championship in previous years, but it seems somewhat lackluster in the face of this year's "monsters".

Wang Zichen was clearly aware of this as well.

He led his team straight to the rest area, and paused as he passed Huayang Martial Arts University.

Ruan Qingyu nodded politely to Lin Xiao as a greeting.

But Wang Zichen stopped.

He turned around, his gaze passing over Bai Qi and landing directly on Lin Xiao.

His eyes were filled with undisguised scrutiny and contempt, mixed with resentment at having his limelight stolen.

That's like a popular celebrity bumping into a veteran actor, wanting to both ride the wave of popularity and kick him while he's down.

He took a step forward, standing less than half a meter away from Lin Xiao, looking down at Lin Xiao who was still sitting in the chair.

"Lin Xiao".

Wang Zichen spoke, his voice very low, so that only a few people nearby could hear him.

"A god? Ha."

He sneered, his face full of mockery.

"I'll show you that in this ring, fame gained through luck, hype, or women is worthless."

"I will shatter your halo with my own hands and show everyone who the real...god is."

The atmosphere suddenly plummeted to freezing point.

The smile on Zhang Xuan's face disappeared.

The sword in Ye Chen's arms emitted a clear hum, and a sharp sword intent was contained within it.

Nalan Qing pushed up his glasses, a cold glint flashing across the lenses.

The five-colored poisonous spider in Bai Ling's hand suddenly arched its body, its fangs aimed at Wang Zichen's carotid artery.

Even Bai Qi, who was standing next to him, instantly turned cold.

provocative.

A blatant provocation.

Despite the crowd's anger, Wang Zichen remained unfazed.

In his view, this group of people were simply blinded by Lin Xiao, this "liar".

Why should a second-tier martial artist with weak qi and blood, and a gigolo who only knows how to live off women, stand in the spotlight?

Lin Xiao slowly raised his head.

He looked at Wang Zichen's arrogant face and suddenly laughed.

His smile was calm and serene, as if he were looking at an ant at his feet, its claws outstretched, trying to attract attention.

"A god-like figure?"

Lin Xiao shook his head, his tone lazy and even a little disgusted.

"Take this lousy title if you like it. I didn't want it in the first place anyway."

Wang Zichen was taken aback, clearly not expecting Lin Xiao to react this way.

Is this the legendary SSS+?

What a coward!

"Hmph, you're smart to know what's good for you."

Wang Zichen snorted coldly, thinking that Lin Xiao was scared, and turned around to lead his team away proudly, his back view full of confidence that "I won".

Watching his retreating figure, Bai Qi frowned and turned to look at Lin Xiao.

"Is this person out of their mind? How can you tolerate this?"

Based on his understanding of Lin Xiao, this guy was an absolute ruthless person in the dungeon.

Why is my temper so good in real life?

Lin Xiao slowly stood up and reached out to pat non-existent dust off his shoulder.

He watched the direction Wang Zichen had left, the smile on his face gradually fading, turning into a chilling indifference.

"Tolerate?"

Lin Xiao chuckled softly, his voice not loud, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone around him.

"When soldiers come, we'll block them; when water comes, we'll dam it. There are plenty of people trying to climb over me to get ahead in this competition..."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the roaring audience, over the VIP boxes, and finally settling on Wang Zichen's arrogant back.

The voice was calm, yet it carried an overwhelming arrogance that seemed capable of crushing everything.

"We'll have to see..."

"Are their feet harder than my fist?"