C551 Against the French Home Team!
C551 Against the French Home Team!
French Home Team, top sixteen in the previous session.
"China Youth Training Team will begin tomorrow and face off against French Home Team!"
The Staff announced loudly after Zeng Min indicated with his signature.
"Not bad, I remember him as the last ranking of the top sixteen." Ye Lee heard and thought for a while before speaking.
Originally, the remaining teams were all quite strong, the top 16 teams were considered not to be in the top rankings, they were weaker than the American, Russian, British, and Three Kingdoms, as well as the previous round's top 8 teams, and they were also stronger than many of the other teams. As the main goal of learning Youth Training Team, French Team should be considered a pretty good opponent.
"Ming Tianyi, go for it, beat them." Zeng Min came to the spot where the remaining four members were waiting and said while smiling.
Everyone present revealed a fearless smile.
"Let's go. It's been hard on you today. Let's go back and have a good rest." Pang Baozong announced with a tone that it was the end of the day, as if he was Youth Training Team Instructor.
The people from Chinese Team started to walk towards the direction of the hotel.
Only Miao Ya'er was still standing there, stunned and motionless.
In his mind, he recalled how the main team member of Swaziland had vomited blood and then fallen to the ground. Miao Ya'er's dark green eyes were filled with worry.
"What's wrong with you? Why do you look so absent-minded?"
Ye Lee looked at Miao Ya'er's absent-minded state, patted her shoulder and asked.
Miao Ya'er shook her head.
"Nothing, let's go."
Hee Wenhui, Zeng Min, and Hao Loong walked shoulder to shoulder, their expressions high as they discussed the competition in a loud voice. Wu Shi and Cheng Yu silently followed a bit behind.
"That Overlord Sect of yours is quite impressive." Hao Loong opened his mouth, and said while laughing, "However, it's still lacking a bit compared to my taiji sect's method, haha."
Zeng Min strongly patted Hao Loong's shoulder, his tone filled with dissatisfaction: "Compete?"
"Alright, how do we compete?"
"I think it's better if there are more people than who can beat me tomorrow, so as to include me as well. How about it?"
Hee Wenhui suggested with an excited face.
Before he finished speaking, the three of them suddenly stood at the same place, revealing surprised expressions, Wu Shi who had a tired look and did not say a word also stopped, standing there blankly.
A wave of a Spiritual Strength appeared in everyone's mind.
"Room 508, 9: 30 PM, come look for me."
"..."
A few hundred meters away from the Chinese Team, a luxuriously dressed Blonde-Haired Man stood at a higher position on the ground. He did not say a word, and watched the figure of the Chinese Team grow further away with a gloomy expression. His expression could not be seen as his blue eyes were covered by his golden hair.
"Ben, what are you doing standing there?"
his companion asked as he saw Ben standing still.
Ben turned, the haze still on his face, his high-end shoes rustling across the green grass, and walked slowly away from the ring with his companion.
He used his fingers to stroke the golden hair on his forehead and slowly opened his mouth.
"..." "Unease."
"Huh?" Hearing the words of Ben, his companion opened his eyes in surprise. As the leader of the French Team, the strongest out of the ten people sent by France, would actually be uneasy?
"Mn, within the Chinese Team, there is a person who is constantly emitting a suffocating dangerous aura. Moreover, it seems that he does not intend to hide this thick killing intent."
"The Chinese Team was only in the top four last time, how could there be such a strong person?"
Ben shook his head and replied, "When we were drawing lots this morning, there was a person who released a terrifying Spiritual Strength that was enough to fill the entire arena. I believe that the American team and British Team have all detected it."
His companion who was by his side was much weaker than Ben, so he basically did not notice the Spiritual Strength that Ye Kai had released this morning. However, after hearing Ben's words, they all revealed shocked expressions and did not say anything for a long time.
"It's only right that you don't feel it, but ever since the opening ceremony, my body has been constantly sending out dangerous signals, warning me to stay away from him." Ben gritted his teeth, unwilling to admit it.
"This guy is extremely dangerous!"
"..."
The moon hung in the sky, and the clouds drifted past it, obscuring the moonlight, leaving a vague white shadow.
In a high class suite in the 5-star hotel, five participants of Youth Training Team were sitting in a corner of the room, seriously looking at Ye Kai.
As they knew from the legends of the China, Ye Kai had a higher position in their hearts than the other main team participants. In the evening, Ye Kai used the Spiritual Strength to shout, and told everyone that he would be looking for him in his suite after dinner. Although he did not know what was going on, since it was Ye Kai's orders, no one would naturally disobey.
Ye Kai looked around at the Youth Training Team members in front of him and said.
"In tomorrow's matches at the same French Team, you must remember to be careful."
Hearing Ye Kai say this directly from the start, everyone revealed an expression of incomprehension. They originally thought that their victory today would be praised by Ye Kai, but they never expected that Ye Kai would directly say this.
"Today, I watched the French Team competition. Their methods are not simple."
"Yin Sha, Mage, Curse, before I even touched the opponent, I have already defeated him."
Hearing Ye Kai's words, Hao Loong frowned and asked.
"Isn't that the characteristic of Ghost Mastering Sect? People with Ghost Mastering Sect?"
"No." Ye Kai shook his head.
"Ghost Mastering Sect isn't big enough to openly represent a nation in National War of Martial Arts, their actions are straightforward and obvious, and they seem to be another force that can't be underestimated …"
"Hades' palace."
Looking at the five whose expressions changed, Ye Kai slowly spoke out.
"Be careful in tomorrow's competition."
"..."
The next day, at the Lythur Fjords, on the C3 Mountain Stadium.
The ground was covered with ice-cold snow, and the cold wind was as sharp as a bayonet, slicing across his face. It was different from the warm plains and sea race area; the mountain battlefield was located in a completely different ice-cold world.
China Youth Training Team, main team, Pang Baozong. A total of eleven people stood on a field covered in white while facing five competitors in French Home Team.
With a wave of the referee's hand, the match began.
Like yesterday, as the captain of Youth Training Team, Zeng Min strode towards the square arena.
At the same time, a young man named Blue walked out of the French Team with gorgeous clothes and gray hair. Looking at the serious face of Zeng Min, Blue opened his mouth wide, revealing a provocative smile.
"East Asian sick man."
At the same time as he raised his middle finger, four Chinese characters with completely different tones leaked out from Blue's mouth. It was obvious that due to today's competition, they intentionally learned this word to ridicule China Youth Training Team. Yet when Zeng Min heard these four words, his face immediately flushed red and became furious.
When the other members of Chinese Team heard Blue's words, they also deeply frowned their foreheads to express their displeasure. Hee Wenhui who had a short temper even opened his mouth to scold back, causing Ye Kai's face to turn gloomy and release waves of killing intent.
"The match begins."
The instant the referee announced the start of the match, Zeng Min's two fists that were tightly clenched to the point of cracking immediately erupted with a terrifying golden Qi flow, that Qi flow slowly condensed, and finally formed a longsword in Zeng Min's left hand.
Although Zeng Min was very angry, he did not forget what Ye Kai said to him yesterday. The techniques that the French Team used were all scrolls and curses, and since that was the case, maintaining a certain distance to attack should be the best method, the Qi tornado longsword was already the most wide-range of the Overlord Sect techniques that Zeng Min had mastered.
"Attack him from the left from the first position." Outside of the arena, Cheng Yu was also carefully calculating the arena's profound arts as he said to Zeng Long.
"Come!"
Zeng Min bellowed, his body jumping up along with his feet, his right hand holding onto the sword, he pointed at Blue who was around 10 metres away, and thrusted the sword forward with the power of a rocket.
Facing the strong strike that was mixed with Zeng Min's anger, Blue actually stood in place without moving, and just like that, he stared at the sword that was piercing towards his own chest and laughed loudly.
"Hahahaha!"
Accompanied by a sharp and ear-piercing laughter, Blue waved both of his hands, and the golden spirals of air instantly exploded into scattered streams of air the moment they touched his body, dispersing with the cold air.
"How is this possible!" Ye Lee's eyes were wide open as he looked at the scene in the arena in disbelief.
Zeng Min was also shocked, but he was not stunned. After his attack was blocked, he immediately jumped away from the side, creating some distance between him and Blue.
Seeing Blue's taunting smile, Zeng Min frowned and thought about what to do next without saying a word.
Suddenly, a strange feeling of disgust and pain started spreading from his chest all over his body. Zeng Min felt his throat turn salty, and a large mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out from his mouth. He could not even support his body, and his legs became weak, as he directly knelt on the ground.
Looking at the Zeng Min who was in extreme pain, Blue raised his head and laughed joyfully.
"Ben, you're thinking too much. Isn't the so-called Chinese Team just a bunch of trash?"