Bullying Xiao Jing

Xiao Jing looked at the blue hair band on her wrist. A simple number was written on it: 8.

She moved to Lin Qi's side, lowered her voice and asked, "What do you mean by this number?"

And what are we competing against today?

"Why do I feel like I'm in a group fight?"

Lin Qi silently took note of his number and looked at the number 6. For some reason, he felt a little lucky. If he really met Xiao Jing, he would probably be unable to restrain himself and show mercy.

"Haha, you drew the Blue Camp's Number 8?"

Mu Xi Chi's laughter lingered in the battle zone for a long time. Almost half of the people here had heard of his reputation.

Xiao Jing didn't understand why everyone was looking at her with such sympathetic eyes. With such a blissful expression, could it be that there was something wrong with this number?

Mu Xi Chi gently patted Xiao Jing's shoulder and let out a long sigh, "I still remember that at this time last year, the one who drew number eight was our team's Little Xu. Although Little Xu is 25 years old and young and full of vigor, he has the nickname of Little Flying Tiger in the special forces. Unfortunately, after three moves on the stage, he was carried by the medical soldiers to the Empire's best hospital, and after a full three months of treatment, he announced his retirement."

"What do you mean?"

"Captain usually looks rather righteous, but everyone knows that as long as he goes on the battlefield, he is like a cheetah that kills all prey with a single claw. I'm honored that he is the designated number eight every year, the Red Camp!"

Xiao Jing's body stiffened. She seemed to have understood something. Under this kind of atmosphere, wasn't this like a group fight? damn, wasn't this clearly a happy personal battle!?

He was still going to fight with that big bun. Wasn't this letting him be beaten alive?

Could she give up now?

Can you admit defeat?

"I gave you a chance."

A domineering bass voice sounded from behind Xiao Jing.

Xiao Jing suddenly turned her head around. It was indeed the big bun that was wrapped all over her body without a trace of a breeze. The hot and humid sky, the blazing sun, the military hat, the cape, the pair of high-legged military boots, and a pair of pretentious gloves.

Aren't you hot?

Aren't you bored?

Aren't you sick?

"You want to leave now?"

Shen Chengfeng looked to the side and saw that the arena area was already built. It covered an area of 50 square meters and was able to fully display his true strength.

In close combat, no one was allowed to carry any weapons. Those who violated the rules would be shut in half a month.

"My faith is only to fight to the death, and not to give up halfway."

Xiao Jing faced the fluttering red flag and spoke with a sonorous and forceful voice.

"In that case, if I don't go all out, it's against our faith."

Xiao Jing swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and the corner of her mouth slightly twitched.

Shen Chengfeng took off his cloak and seemingly moved his wrist lightly, but he was actually using a lot of strength. His wrist bones creaked as he said, "Don't worry about my identity and your true strength."

"Captain, the figures show you have a 100% chance of winning this year, up by one percentage point from last year."

The Iron-Hawk team's data a.n.a.lysis was done by vice-captain Mr. Pei. He pushed the gla.s.ses on his nose and analyzed with a serious expression.

Shen Chengfeng glanced at him, took his so-called analysis data sheet and read them word by word. Only when he reached the last page did he find his so-called opponent data file.

Xiao Jing: 25 years old, [Stamina D], [Battle Power D], [Reflex F], [Explosive Power F], winning chance: 0

Cough cough, captain, this time you specifically allowed these new recruits to participate in this year's competition, isn't that a bit unfair? After all, although these few people are elites in their respective camps, but they are not worth mentioning in our special forces.

"So you think you've won?"

Shen Chengfeng asked.

Mr. Pei pushed his glasses up again. The mirror's surface reflected a strange light as he said, "Other people can forget about it. Aren't you bullying Xiao Jing by fighting her?"

"I heard you went home the other day."

Shen Chengfeng stared at Mr. Pei, who was beside him, as if he had seen through a conspiracy.

Pei Qian smiled and asked, "Captain, what did you misunderstand?"

"It seems that I also need to go to the Xiao family to take a seat. Recently, this Xiao family's hand has been stretched a little too far. To think that they would like to come visit my Iron Eagle."

The smile on Pei Zi Yun's face slowly froze. He did have a purpose for coming home. After all, his father had called him back overnight because of the Xiao family's Fourth Young Master, Xiao Jing, who no one had ever mentioned.

He could still remember the words the Xiao family's old master Xiao Yao had said to him before he left:

"Since fish like freedom, I will let them swim in the ocean. Unfortunately, there are many ferocious sharks along the way, so the only thing I can do is to protect them silently. Within my ability, I can guarantee the peace of this sea."