The break lasted less than an incense stick of time.
"Brother Feiyang, what number did you draw?"
As soon as she returned to her seat, Xiao Qiang asked Han Feiyang a question.
"Unfortunately, I drew number 1." Han Feiyang smiled faintly.
"Number 1? That means the first game will start."
Xiao Qiang raised her eyebrows slightly and lowered her voice: "I will ask someone to find out who your opponent is."
"No need to bother, it doesn't matter who it is."
Han Feiyang shook his head: "Taking shortcuts is just a side job. To win, you still have to rely on your own strength, otherwise all preparations are empty talk."
With his confidence, he doesn't care about the identity of his opponent at all. Even if he is against Hong Juding, he will still beat him.
Because his goal is to win the championship.
And to win the championship, you must defeat all strong enemies.
"That's true."
Xiao Qiang nodded, and then turned to Lu Chen: "Doctor Lu, what about you?"
"I am number 8 just like before." Lu Chen said truthfully.
"I mean, do you want me to help you find out?" Xiao Qiang said.
"No need, just leave it to fate." Lu Chen smiled faintly.
"Okay, with your strength, as long as you don't meet the strong ones on the Tianjiao list, it shouldn't be a problem to squeeze into the top eight." Xiao Qiang nodded.
She had seen all the scenes of Lu Chen killing the blood clan before, so she naturally knew his strength.
As long as the luck is not too bad, the top eight should be stable.
As for the follow-up, it really depends on fate.
The time of an incense stick passed quickly, and Zhang Qizhen's voice sounded again: "Time is up, the first game is about to start, now, please invite contestants No. 1 and No. 16 to play!"
As soon as the voice fell, Han Feiyang did not hesitate, and stood up directly and walked to the ring.
After a few seconds, a man in white clothes and carrying a long sword stood up slowly on the preparation seat, and then walked onto the ring step by step.
The man in white had a cold face and a fierce aura, and the whole person was like a sword drawn from its sheath, revealing its sharp edge. JrNovels.com