August 8, Legend Arena.

As a specialized martial arts arena that can accommodate 100,000 people, it was known as the most magnificent in the world when it was built.

Here, exciting and legendary games were staged one after another.

Today, the largest North-South competition in history will be held here.

At this moment, all the 100,000 seats were occupied.

Even in the player seats with good sound insulation, you can still hear the soul-stirring sound.

In compartment A12, ten participating warriors from Jiangnan Military Academy were sitting in the stands very close to the competition ground below, looking at the field full of people, each with different moods.

Li Ziyi, who was sitting next to Chen Jing, his hands were obviously shaking at this time. He glanced at Chen Jing who was calm and asked in surprise:

"Aren't you nervous?"

Chen Jing withdrew his eyes from A11 and A13 next door. Not finding any acquaintances, he returned in a calm tone:

"I've even killed people before, but now it's just a matter of seconds, why should I be nervous?"

Li Ziyi was speechless.

If he really wanted to kill someone, he wouldn't be nervous at all, but the problem was that it was his first time competing in front of a hundred thousand live audiences and countless people in front of TV sets. Every move was in everyone's sight, so how could he not be nervous?

?

However, after observing Chen Jing next to him for such a long time, who completely defeated him in the trial, he was indeed as nervous as he said, and he had to admire him.

"You are worthy of being the chief!" Li Ziyi praised sincerely.

Chen Jing's face was unfazed by the flattery, but he nodded with satisfaction in his heart. It was worth it that he deliberately sat next to the other party.

If I still sit with these two boring gourds, Shang Qingmei and Li Haoran, as before, I will be really depressed and bored all the way.

The new brain circuit next to him was a little different from ordinary people. Li Ziyi, who had too many ideas, was indeed the one he specially found for praise. Before he even started, he sincerely praised himself.

When the chat box opens later, I will no longer be bored sitting around.

You must know that the North-South Competition will not end in one or two days. Although the competition schedule is based on a computer randomly selecting two players for a duel, with the winner advancing one round and the loser being eliminated. This is a very simple and crude method, but the total number of contestants is

Nearly five hundred people.

One hundred of them are military academy students, and the rest are from major institutions of higher learning and martial arts sects.

According to the notice, the entire North-South Competition will be held for eight days.

Chen Jing didn't want to just sit there all the time.

"Chen Jing, how is your strength after more than a month? If it is still the same as before, I will take over this chief position!"

On the other side, the carefree Chu Hao was not affected by the factors on the field at all, and a pair of fiery war eyes pointed directly at Chen Jingdao.

A warrior can never win or lose instantly, especially for young people.

It is very common for you to beat me the month before, and then find your way back to defeat your opponent after working hard for a month.

Being young and talented often means unlimited possibilities.

Chu Hao is definitely a warrior with extraordinary talents. Even though he was defeated by Chen Jing not long ago, and even though he saw the world's talents yesterday, he still has no less fighting spirit. A month of hard training allowed him to dare to challenge Chen Jing again.

Chen Jing smiled slightly, looked directly at Chu Hao without showing any weakness, and said in a tone that stated the facts: "You don't have this chance."

"Haha! Really? Let's wait and see!" Chu Hao laughed nonchalantly.

Others watched all this silently.

Although they are the best at the same level, there is still a certain gap between them compared to these two.

No!

One person is not included.

Compared to the group of relatives and friends around Wei Zhuohua who were asking for help.

Shang Qingmei, whose beauty was not at all what the other party said, was much more deserted here.

Not only because of her temper, but also because of the deep impression of beating Hong Qianzhong into soft clay with her fists.

Shang Qingmei himself didn't care about this.

Unlike in the past when she would turn around and look at scenes involving Chen Jing, at this moment her eyes were very unusually staring at a certain closed VIP room, and she did not move for a long time.

"It seems that we are really connected by blood! Your daughter can find you in such a big place. The relationship is really good."

In a luxurious private room, a burly man was holding a very expensive red wine in his hand and jokingly said to the man sitting upright next to him.

"I told her." The man's voice was very pleasant, and he could win the hearts of many girls even without seeing his face.

The sturdy man choked when he heard this, rolled his eyes and said:

"Okay, it seems I'm overthinking it. But Lao Shang! If you like your daughter, you like your daughter. Why should you put on a bad face in front of a girl all day long? With her current achievements, she is definitely the best among her peers.

The most advanced one."

"Being my daughter is far from enough." Shang Qianqiu turned his face and said seriously.

I have to say that he is indeed the father of Shang Qingmei, and his genes are definitely 100% hereditary.

Even the burly man whom I had met many times couldn't help but lament in my heart many times that a man could do such a good-looking face for nothing.

Of course, he would never dare to say such things in person, especially when the other party always looks so majestic and serious.

"Your requirements are really strict." He shook his head and muttered.

"Then why are you here?" Shang Qianqiu suddenly asked.

"You are here for your daughter, and of course I am here for someone." The sturdy man smiled, "I originally promised to take good care of a descendant of an old comrade, but in the end, I was all busy for a while, and now I just

remembered."

"This is your style." Shang Qianqiu confirmed with a tap of his chin.

"Haha! Do you want to know who it is?"

"Not interested in."
Chapter completed!