Chapter 4 Please Give Me Your Monthly Ticket

Jiang Xiao transformed into a bouncing ball, bombarded by balloons, bouncing around everywhere. The explosions shredded Jiang Xiao's clothes and made his head buzz...

"Damn it." Jiang Xiao, dazed from the explosions, suddenly appeared in everyone's sight. Mist drifted across the arena floor, obscuring vision, but when Jiang Xiao detached from the balloon array, hanging from the top of the iron cage with one hand, people finally saw him.

"Why?" A sob came from the mist.

Finally, Jiang Xiao heard an English word. Even though it was a simple pronunciation, it was completely different from George Xing's vague words before. The word was so clear.

George Xing's question was simple, crying sadly, as if asking: Why haven't you been blown to death yet?

George Xing frantically grabbed his hair, the exploding balloons seemingly failing to meet his expectations. His bulging eyes were filled with red blood vessels, tears streaming down his face, mixed with the Yu-tears rain, constantly flowing.

"Why?" George Xing held his head in his hands, tightly gripping his golden natural curls, his voice trembling, another question from the soul.

Such an attack didn't kill him?

Why? Why didn't that kill him!?

Why are you still alive in this world?

You want to try a real explosion, right!?

You want to taste death, right!?

Jiang Xiao shook his head vigorously. Through the Yu-tears, Jiang Xiao sensed George Xing's mouth gradually widening into a larger and larger smile. The sobbing turned into trembling laughter: "Why!!!"

Why?

I'll tell you why today!

Jiang Xiao flashed again, diving into the mist. I must skewer you like a candied haw... huh?

No puppets, no defense.

This knife pierced George Xing's heart solidly, and George Xing seemed to be seeking death, allowing the giant blade to penetrate his body, lunging towards Jiang Xiao...

Jiang Xiao immediately felt that something was wrong, subconsciously trying to blink away... Wait?

What's going on?

Jiang Xiao flashed, like a TV with poor signal, his figure flickering once, but not blinking away!?

The Space Crack was ineffective!?

Did the mist in this area have a space imprisonment effect?

Space imprisonment? Does such a thing really exist? But since there is teleportation, this kind of thing is certainly possible.

He suffered the loss of a high-level Star Technique! If he didn't have Space Crack, Jiang Xiao's subconscious reaction would definitely have been Blessing, not Blink.

The description is long, but in reality, all of this happened in a short moment. It happened in the instant that Jiang Xiao pierced George Xing...

George Xing, with his heart pierced, his face extremely distorted, tears like a spring, still had a mad smile on his face, and softly uttered a word: "Boom!"

Rumble...

With George Xing's self-explosion, the balloons floating on the green field also exploded.

In the mist, a rolling mushroom cloud rose!

The surging waves of air, mixed with the torn iron cage, splashing turf and soil, flew everywhere.

The protective shield in front of the audience seats shook and thundered, and the ground trembled.

The audience retreated in horror, screaming loudly...

The sound of the competition organizers rang out on the green field: "The protective shield is strong! Please calm down! Calm down! The protective shield is strong!"

The staff next to each audience seat quickly comforted the audience. For a time, various Star Techniques lit up in the audience seats...

Wan Ming was at the live broadcast booth

Ye Xunyang, who was stunned, finally realized that this silly girl wasn't as steady as Mount Tai, but was really scared silly...

Ye Xunyang couldn't care about so much at this time, stood up, and tried to look down.

The mist, which had lost the support of Star Power, quickly dissipated, but the thick smoke was real.

Under such an explosion, even the medical personnel on the scene were prohibited from entering. The competition organizers reinforced the protective shield again and again, waiting for the dust to dissipate.

The tens of thousands of people in the stadium gradually quieted down.

Ye Xunyang sat back in her seat, her face ashen, and murmured foolishly, "Is it another... mutually assured destruction competition?"

The desperate words were transmitted to thousands of households through the screen.

Why say "again"?

Because in this Star Warrior competition, such a situation of burning jade and stone had occurred in the team competition. In the 4v4 competition, a nimble warrior had taken the opponent's support to mutual destruction.

Although the nimble warrior's team finally won the game, both teams withdrew from the competition afterwards...

The dark clouds overhead dissipated, the mist on the field dissipated, and the dust spread.

In the silent stadium, a voice suddenly came:

"Ring~"

"Fuck! Fuck!" Wan Ming even swore three times in the CCTV live broadcast, "Fuck!!!"

"Jiang Xiaopi! Is that you, Jiang Xiaopi!" A glimmer of light suddenly bloomed in Ye Xunyang's eyes, as if painting the finishing touch, and the whole person "came alive".

"Ring~"

The clear and melodious bell sound seemed to be announcing a fact, telling people once again that the support was still there...

"It's Jiang Xiaopi! It must be Jiang Xiaopi!" Wan Ming kept saying, looking at the screen for a while, and looking down at the green field. He hated the drifting dust.

Below, the former substitute seat position.

Hearing this sound, Fang Xingyun's expression was excited, and she quickly dispersed the protective shield supporting her eyes, trying to find Jiang Xiao's location.

Ring~ Ring~ Ring~

Ring~ Ring~ Ring~

The bell rang again, but it was so rapid. But for Fang Xingyun, this sound was like heavenly music.

But when the dust dissipated, from her perspective, she still couldn't find Jiang Xiao, because... Jiang Xiao was buried in the deep pit.

A huge deep pit appeared in the huge eastern half of the field, and George Xing was nowhere to be found.

And following the direction of the bell sound, people saw a person with tattered clothes and a dirty face.

His body was curled up, his arms in front of his face, his legs folded in front of him, curled into an "egg" shape, lying on his side in the pit, covered in dust...

The camera zoomed in, and Jiang Xiao's tattered national team uniform was already in a mess.

The sleeves from the forearm down and the trouser legs from the knee down had disappeared, and the upper arms and legs were also tattered...

"Uh..." Jiang Xiao shook his head dizzily.

This was the greatest degree of explosive damage he had ever encountered with Diamond-level Endurance. Jiang Xiao's skin was torn, and he felt that his internal organs were about to be shattered.

"Ugh..." Jiang Xiao let out a painful groan, slowly stretched his limbs, twisted his body with difficulty, lay on the ground with his face up to the sky, and gave himself a Blessing.

But the pillar of light from the Blessing landed off course...

Compared to the bell that could be pressed directly against his chest, Jiang Xiao, who was extremely dizzy, seemed to be unable to aim the Blessing.

Jiang Xiao wasn't even sure if what he had just thrown was Blessing.

This picture was really weird. The chest and thighs that were protected by Jiang Xiao's arms and legs, although the clothes were tattered, still existed.

There was no cheering, no rejoicing. Looking at Jiang Xiao, who was covered in dust and blood, for a while, everyone didn't know how to respond.

Hasn't the victory been announced yet?

Do you really want me to get up?

Jiang Xiao tried to open his eyes, but his head was spinning again, forcing him to close them.

The only thing Jiang Xiao could be sure of was that George Xing was gone. Jiang Xiao didn't believe that the other party could survive such an explosion.

He's really fucking crazy, just a maniac. It's okay if he dies, but he had to drag me down with him...

Jiang Xiao tried to support the ground, trying to get up, but knelt on the ground instead.

I give up... I'm convinced.

Diamond Endurance is awesome!

The pain and dizziness didn't delay anything, but wanting to completely faint? No way!

And in Jiang Xiao's Calamity Shadow, due to this near-death influence, the decoy that blocked the synesthesia was inevitably greatly affected and had been dismembered by several sparring masters.

Since the referee didn't know where he had been blown, Fang Xingyun could only shout at the judges' bench: "Victory! Announce victory! He needs treatment! What are you waiting for?"

However, the judges' bench seemed to really need Jiang Xiao to express his attitude.

Jiang Xiao needed to indicate that he had not lost his ability to fight, then this game would be considered a real result, otherwise, it would be a game without a winner.

Fang Xingyun's words seemed to awaken all the Chinese audience. One voice after another followed, and people seemed to finally find an outlet, and the sound of the mountains and the sea rang out.

Jiang Xiao, who was extremely tinnitus, vaguely heard a weak shouting.

"Black whistle! Black whistle!"

"Black whistle! Announce the end of the game, ahhhh!!"

"Stand up! Jiang Xiaopi! Stand up for me!"

Jiang Xiao lay on the ground, raising one hand weakly, as if welcoming the holy light.

Don't rush me, big brother, try bombing you? Is this something you can stand up from if you want to? I can endure the pain, but who can stand this dizziness?

Then, um... the holy light really descended!

Jiang Xiao: "Ah~"

A few seconds later, Jiang Xiao supported the ground with both hands and struggled to get up.

His swaying appearance made people couldn't help but worry that a gust of wind could blow him down.

He opened his dizzy eyes, lowered his head, and looked at his tattered clothes that had been blown to pieces. Well, it's okay, just treat it as wearing a tattered sleeveless shirt and tattered shorts. As long as the key parts aren't exposed...

As for the forearms and calves covered in blood, Jiang Xiao directly ignored them. After all, the wounds had already healed with the help of the bell, but they just looked a little miserable.

Jiang Xiao closed his eyes, tilted his head, looked up at the sky, endured the pain and dizziness, his breathing short and rapid, but at least he stood firm.

Next time,

Please be more crazy,

Otherwise, I will still stand up.

Oh, right.

Friend, you don't have a next time.