Chapter 612 Sad

At the same time, in the White Forest City Olympic Stadium.

Zheng Xiyou was warming up, her short, dark hair slightly messy. After a thorough warm-up, a rosy blush appeared on her pretty face.

Across the field, a tall girl with extremely hot body lines stood with her hands behind her back, watching Zheng Xiyou, who was constantly doing high leg raises, from afar.

Marta's brown eyes were full of smiles. She stood motionless, seemingly not intending to warm up at all, just standing there, smiling and looking at Zheng Xiyou, sizing her up.

That posture... as if she was sizing up her prey.

If viewers were seeing Marta for the first time, they would really be infected by her hearty smile, thinking that she was a cheerful and sunny Star Warrior.

However, Marta's actions in the past few rounds of matches had been transmitted to the world through television screens, so when people saw Marta's smile, they always felt a chill down their spines.

This cruel dancer on the edge of a knife... was she coming to collect souls again?

Zheng Xiyou had long felt the woman's gaze shrouding her from the sidelines of the opposite half of the field.

After warming up for more than ten minutes, Zheng Xiyou couldn't bear it any longer and turned her head to look over.

Marta's beautiful eyes lit up slightly, sizing up Zheng Xiyou's delicate face. She couldn't help but lick her lips, waved at Zheng Xiyou, and greeted her.

Zheng Xiyou only felt goosebumps all over her body. She especially hated this feeling of being treated as prey, glared fiercely at Marta, turned around, and continued to warm up.

"What is that thing!" Zheng Xiyou muttered in a low voice, "Isn't that broken country known for being romantic to the extreme?

All they know is drinking, singing, and doing art, always following behind others and losing battles, thinking about how to eat, thinking about how to surrender, thinking about how to drag allies down...

How could they cultivate such a pervert."

In the distance, Marta tidied her thick, long, curly hair, casually drew a short blade from her waist, and played with it in her palm, letting the short blade fly up and down between her slender fingers.

"Jiang Xiao! Let's go." A hand gently patted Jiang Xiao's shoulder, pulling him out of his immersion in the live broadcast.

"Ah?" Jiang Xiao took off his earphones and looked up, only to see Han Jiangxue pointing to the boarding gate, "Let's go."

Jiang Xiao's match was the first one, at eight o'clock, and it ended early. Zheng Xiyou was warming up at 8:30, and the match started at nine o'clock. At this time, everyone was about to board the plane.

Jiang Xiao could only hold his phone and watch as he walked, following the others with his head down, carefully listening to their pre-match exchanges.

He knew he should have gotten an international network connection.

After boarding the plane, Jiang Xiao couldn't wait to connect to the wifi and opened the live broadcast again, but he saw a rather sad scene.

In the earphones, the foreign host was shouting and yelling, seemingly having been suppressed by Jiang Xiao's previous match and finally found a channel to vent.

And on that field, Zheng Xiyou was standing next to a tombstone, her eyes red, maintaining the *Shang Lei Da Yu* (Tearful Rain of Injury). She was holding a dagger, but was struggling to cope with the ghostly shadows attacking around her body.

That figure could indeed be called a ghostly shadow. Marta's body was almost illusory, but the several dazzling stars entwined around her body told everyone her location.

Sharp, piercing cries came from Marta's mouth, like the wailing of a ghost, making the ghostly shadow even more terrifying.

Having studied Marta's Star Techniques, people knew that she could still be flexible and full of fighting desire in the *Shang Lei Da Yu*, because of her sharp cries.

Tear...

Zheng Xiyou's left calf was torn open by a sharp short blade, and blood splattered out.

Marta's heavy, ghostly body was unbelievably fast, constantly circling Zheng Xiyou, but the attack was not crazy. Instead, it was more like a feline playing with its captured prey. She only had a teasing and playful mind and did not want to win the battle immediately.

Tear...

Zheng Xiyou bit her lip tightly, a trace of blood seeping out. Her knees weakened, and a sharp cut appeared in the bend of her calf. Under her body's natural reaction, she directly knelt down on one knee.

Zheng Xiyou took the opportunity to press one hand on the ground, and golden mist spread out, quickly healing her body.

But in the next moment, she was dragged out of the range of the golden mist by the ghostly shadow by her hair.

Tear...

On her back, a deep and long wound appeared, and blood splattered out.

Tear...

The clothes on her right arm were torn, and another wound appeared.

A star-entwined ghostly shadow was getting faster and faster, actually dividing into three. One deep and long wound after another appeared on Zheng Xiyou's body, the scene was terrifying and cruel.

Except for the foreign host's exclamations and shouts in the television live broadcast room, the huge Olympic Stadium was in a dead silence.

Zheng Xiyou had her own fighting style. With her good close combat skills, the *Shang Lei Da Yu* that was enough to break people's hearts, and the tombstone that deterred people's souls, she had defeated one opponent after another.

But today, the opponent was willing to bear the damage caused by *Shang Lei Da Yu*, but used howls to resist the mood decline brought by *Shang Lei Da Yu*, and resisted the mental deterrence brought by the tombstone.

More seriously, Zheng Xiyou's close combat skills were simply not enough to watch in front of this ghost-like agile warrior.

Zheng Xiyou couldn't bear it any longer, and she threw a Silence at her feet while being dragged on the ground by a ghostly shadow by her hair.

This Silence also meant that she could no longer maintain the *Shang Lei Da Yu*.

She relied on her strong will and personal self-healing Star Techniques to defeat one opponent after another, but at this moment, she could no longer persevere with *Shang Lei Da Yu*.

She could only express her position with Silence, eliminating all auxiliary Star Techniques on the ghostly shadow, hoping to bring some turning points to this match by returning to the essence of the battle.

But Zheng Xiyou still failed. The ghostly shadow that was smashed out had traces of blood flowing from the corner of its mouth. The forced interruption of all auxiliary Star Techniques brought no small harm to Marta, but it also increased her desire to kill. Her pair of brown eyes were full of cruel light.

In the Silence domain, the auxiliary who was approached was clearly educated by an agile warrior.

Marta held a short blade in her hand, flying up and down, and pieces of blood fluttered. Under the cloudy sky, it was as if a horror movie was being staged.

"Beep beep! Beep beep!" The referee's whistle sounded repeatedly, "Stop attacking! Stop attacking!"

In the earphones, the referee's whistle came, and Jiang Xiao's eyes were staring blankly at Marta who was riding on Zheng Xiyou.

"Heh..." Marta stopped her attack obediently, without any intention of violating the rules. Her long fingers wiped across her face, which was splattered with drops of blood, and she sighed deeply.

In the next moment, Marta's body was directly overturned. Zheng Xiyou staggered and stood up. Her clothes were broken, she was covered in wounds, and she was in a terrible state.

The Silence domain had long disappeared, but she did not heal herself, but looked at the coaching team on her side of the field.

The miniature microphone she wore on her collar had already been destroyed in the battle. Jiang Xiao couldn't hear the live sound, but from the close-up shot, he could read her mouth: I haven't lost yet.

And the healing Star Techniques of the medical team had already landed on Zheng Xiyou. A national team coach directly teleported into the field, wrapped Zheng Xiyou's body in a wide national team uniform, and flickered away with her.

The Olympic Stadium, filled with fiery red colors, was still in a dead silence. Compared with the stadium an hour ago, it was like two different worlds.

"After all, she is an auxiliary, and one who takes the path of magic damage. If it were you, or Yi Qingchen, the situation would be much better." Han Jiangxue sat next to Jiang Xiao and said softly.

Star Warriors who had truly experienced life and death would not be shocked by Zheng Xiyou's miserable appearance, especially people like Han Jiangxue, and she had experienced situations far more dangerous and miserable than this.

"Yeah." Jiang Xiao nodded. He had already anticipated the result, so he was not surprised by the outcome of the match. Otherwise, he would not have said those words to Gong Juren before leaving.

The competition was like this. Just like Zhao Wenlong in the previous session, it could only be said that Zheng Xiyou met the wrong person.

Jiang Xiao believed that the coaching team's choice was very wise, as wise as the ancient Egyptian coaching team's choice just now.

Letting a proud Star Warrior play a fake match, or letting her pretend to do something and then leave the field, was an insult to Zheng Xiyou and even more irresponsible to the Chinese people. In this case, how to grasp the measure was the time to test the coaching team.

After Zheng Xiyou's Silence, the situation on the field was already clear, and there was no need to fight anymore.

Jiang Xiao turned to look at Han Jiangxue and said, "I'm not a saint, and I don't set up a memorial arch. I think it's okay to kill, but don't torture, do you agree with my point of view?"

Han Jiangxue nodded gently.

In the back row, Xia Yan stood up, holding the back of Jiang Xiao's seat with one hand, looking down at the phone screen on the small table. Her face was extremely ugly, and she cursed, "This female pervert."

Xia Yan did indeed hit the nail on the head.

Not crazy, not alive.

Ordinary people with ordinary personalities cannot reach the top of the world.

How many gentle and cheerful people are there in this World Cup finals?

The Star Warrior profession is different from ordinary sports competitions. Star Warriors who truly stand at the peak cannot reach the top by sparring and training.

In the final analysis, the strength of a Star Warrior is all killed from the sea of blood and mountains of corpses.

Yi Qingchen is gentle and gentle off the field, but on the field, she is also a killing machine with a grimace that sometimes reveals a sinister and strange smile.

Jiang Xiao was able to influence his team and keep Xia Yan crazy, which should be considered a great achievement.

Of course, this was also due to Xia Yan's original personality.

Looking at Han Jiangxue, from beginning to end, she watched the game with a straight face. Can you say that Han Jiangxue's personality is normal?

Only when Jiang Xiao was fighting on the field would Han Jiangxue show concern and worry.

"Why didn't I participate in the individual competition!" Xia Yan murmured to herself angrily, "I should have gone to fight her!"

"Isn't there me? Calm down." Jiang Xiao comforted, "As long as she and I keep winning, we will always meet."

Xia Yan sat down on the chair and stomped her feet hard, "I'm so angry, this pervert didn't come to win, she is obviously enjoying the process of torturing others, how can there be such a pervert, how did the Apennine Peninsula cultivate Star Warriors? Don't they pay attention to personal quality education?"

"It should just be an individual case, like that George Star, they all have some psychological problems." Han Jiangxue said softly, turning to look at Jiang Xiao, "It's okay to kill, but don't torture."

Jiang Xiao: "Huh?"

Han Jiangxue's body leaned slightly, resting her head on Jiang Xiao's shoulder, and said softly, "I understand you, before you meet her, forget that sentence for now."

"Yeah..." Jiang Xiao responded softly, rubbing her dark hair with his face.

He only hoped that this Marta would not be intercepted by that Yago Ghost Thorn, and that American No. 27 Ao Xing Black.

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