Xiao Jing looked at the blue ribbon on her wrist. There was a number 8 on it.
She moved closer to Lin Qi, lowered her voice, and asked: "What does this number mean? And what are we competing in today? Why do I feel like we're going to have a group fight?"
Lin Qi quietly took note of his own number. Looking at the number 6, he did not know why, but he suddenly felt lucky. If he really met Xiao Jing, he would probably show mercy.
"Hahaha, you have the number 8 in Blue Battalion?" Mu Xi Chi's clear laughter lingered on in the battle arena.
Almost half of the people there had heard of it. Xiao Jing did not understand why all of them were looking at her with such sympathetic gazes.
Mu Xi Chi lightly patted Xiao Jing's shoulder and sighed, "I still remember last year's time, the one who drew number eight was our team's comrade Little Yu. Although comrade Xiao Yu was twenty-five years old, and was very young, and had the title of Little Flying Tiger, it is a pity that after three moves on the stage, he was carried to the best hospital in the empire. After three months of treatment, he was declared to have retired."
"What do you mean?"
Officer usually looks like a righteous person, but everyone knows that as long as he enters the battlefield, he will be like a cheetah who has gone mad from killing, with his claws, he will want to kill all his prey. It is an honor for him to be assigned number eight every year, the Red Battalion!
Xiao Jing's body stiffened, and she seemed to have understood something.
Under this kind of atmosphere, she knew it was not a group battle, but a personal fight which would be definitely fierce.
She was still fighting with that big dumpling. Wasn't she getting beaten up just like that? Could she give up now? Can you admit defeat?
"I gave you a chance." A domineering male low voice came out from behind Xiao Jing.
Xiao Jing suddenly turned around and saw that it was indeed the big dumpling that was wrapped up completely without a trace of wind.
On this sweltering day, with the scorching sun, wearing a military hat and cloak, wearing a pair of high-legged military boots, and a pair of posturing gloves.
Aren't you hot?
Aren't you bored?
Aren't you upset?
"You want to quit now?" Shen Cheng Feng turned to the other side, the already built arena area was around fifty square meters, it was able to completely display his true strength.
In close quarters combat, no one is allowed to carry any weapon. Those who break the rules are kept in seclusion for half a month.
"It is my belief that I will only die in battle and not give up halfway." Xiao Jing faced the fluttering red flag, and spoke with sonorous and powerful words, with her imposing manner.
"In that case, if I don't go all out, it would be against our faith."
Xiao Jing swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and the corner of her mouth slightly twitched.
Shen Cheng Feng took off his cape, and gently twisted his wrist, but he actually used a lot of strength. His wrist bones were emitting creaking sounds, and he said: "There's no need to worry about my identity, take out your true strength."
"officer, the data shows that you have a 100% chance of winning this year, compared to last year, it has increased by 1%." The one who was in charge of analyzing the data in Iron Eagle Unit was vice-captain Pei Yi.
He pushed the glasses on his nose with a serious expression as he analyzed the data.
Shen Cheng Feng shot him a glance, and took his so called analytical data sheet, and started reading it word by word.
Only at the last page did he finally find his so called opponent's information file.
Xiao Jing: 25 years old, D level in stamina, D level in fighting strength, F level in reaction, and F level in explosive strength. Victory rate: 0
"Cough cough, Captain , this time you specially allowed these new recruits who have yet to be decided to participate in this year's competition, is this not too fair? After all, although these few are extremely rare elites in their own campsite, they are not even worth mentioning in our Special Operation Force. If you were to bully them like this, even our Iron Eagle will become a laughingstock this year."
"So you think your victory is in your hands?" Shen Cheng Feng asked.
Pei Yi pushed his glasses once again, a strange light reflecting off the heavy mirror. He said: "Forget about the others, if you fight against Xiao Jing, wouldn't that just be bullying him?"
"I heard you went home two days ago." Shen Cheng Feng stared at Pei Yi who was beside him without blinking, as though he had seen through some sort of scheme.
Pei Yi smiled, "Captain , what did you misunderstand?"
"It seems that I need to visit the Xiao family. Recently, the Xiao family has extended their reach a little too much. They actually like to visit my Iron Eagle."
The smile on Pei Yi's face slowly stiffened. He did indeed have a reason for returning home this time. After all, it was his father who had called him back overnight.
He still remembered the conversation that the Old Master of the Xiao Family, Xiao Yao, had with him before his departure: "The fish likes freedom, so I let it swim in the sea. It's a pity that there are many fierce sharks along the way. The only thing I can do is to protect it from the unknown."