Global Age of Monsters

"It seems that the efficiency of the National Games Arena is really high."

Chu Feng said lightly, "The first knockout round is going to be so soon."

"I thought it would at least be delayed until tomorrow."

"Yes."

Chu Xia said in a low voice: "I don't know who we will match in the first knockout round."

His voice, amidst the tension, was slightly tinged with anticipation.

After all, his strength is not as strong as that of Chu Feng, who can completely ignore who his opponent is.

Therefore, it is inevitable that there will be some tension.

Nervous, however, does not mean fear.

On the contrary, the current Chu Xia can be said to be extremely excited.

Because he was born to be a fighter!
And by virtue of this opportunity, he can just take a good look at how far his own strength has grown!
Five minutes later, the list of matches for the first knockout round immediately appeared in front of them.

However, what surprised Chu Feng was that the player's name was not displayed on it, but only the player's number.

Chu Feng's number is NO.17.

And Chu Xia is next to him, No.18.

In the first round of the knockout round, Chu Feng's opponent was the No. 30 No. [-] player!

And Chu Xia's opponent is the No. 40 No. [-] contestant!

But the key point is that they have no way of knowing who their opponent is when they only know the serial number.

Thinking of this, the corner of Chu Feng's mouth could not help but twitch a smile: "It seems... the National Games Arena is encouraging us to communicate with each other and exchange information."

Afterwards, he asked again: "By the way, when was your first duel?"

Chu Xia was taken aback for a moment, then immediately replied: "Just tonight."

"Then you have to prepare well."

Chu Feng patted Chu Xia on the shoulder, smiled and said, "After all, in their eyes, you are the real 'Chu Feng'!"

After hearing these words, a look of astonishment appeared on Chu Xia's face.

To be honest, even he himself didn't expect such a dramatic thing to happen.

But this incident just happened, which really made him a little bit dumbfounded.

Afterwards, Chu Xia said softly, "If that's the case, then I will protect your due face even more."

"If I acted too weakly, wouldn't it embarrass you."

However, Chu Feng waved his hands casually: "Don't say that, I've lived for so long, so I don't need any face."

"If you really want to meet an opponent you can't match, you can just admit defeat and keep the green hills, so you don't have to worry about running out of firewood."

"Even if the son can't do it, isn't there still Lao Tzu?"

"If anyone bullies you, the father will avenge you!"

Chu Feng's life philosophy is very simple.

If anyone dares to bully his son, he will let him die!
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At night, eight thirty.

All the contestants walked out of the lounge at the same time.

Because, in another half an hour, the first round of knockout matches in the National Sports Arena will officially begin.

Even if some people don't need to participate in the battle tonight, they still want to watch the battle in the arena.

After all, if you know yourself and the enemy, you will never be imperiled in a hundred battles.

The winner tonight may become their next opponent.

Therefore, it is more beneficial for them to learn more information.

Even before nine o'clock, Arena No. [-] was already filled with contestants from all over the world.

Among them, Chu Feng and Chu Xia were naturally included.

"It's really lively."

Looking at the surrounding scenes, Chu Fengfeng couldn't help sighing: "Since entering the National Games battlefield, I haven't seen so many people for a long time."

Chu Xia nodded, and said calmly, "It's a pity that we and these people are destined not to be friends."

"Under this cruel knockout system, everyone present is our opponent."

Chu Feng said lightly: "The fate of the country is for fighting!"

"If you want your country to become stronger, you must overcome them!"

Chu Xia took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice, "That's indeed the truth."

While the two were talking, it was already nine o'clock.

And the two contestants who were about to compete in the first round also boarded the arena.

The first two players to appear on the stage are Avar from the Three Kingdoms, and Tyron from Iceland!

The numbers of these two people are respectively No.70 No. 80 and No. [-] No. [-]!
The contestant from the Three Kingdoms of Ah, who looked very national, not only had a thick scarf wrapped around his head, but also had an extremely thick beard.

Moreover, Chu Feng also noticed that the player from the Three Kingdoms named 'Aval' was holding a dark brown ceramic pot, and he didn't know what it was for.

As for Iceland's Tyronn, he looked much more normal. He was a bare-chested bald man with a majestic and fierce face. His muscles exploded to the extreme. He was obviously a strong player!

Before the battle started, Chu Feng asked with a smile, "Who do you think has a better chance of winning between the two on stage?"

"Hard to say."

Chu Xia shook his head and explained: "From the perspective of body size, it is natural that the Icelandic player is more likely to win."

"It's just that I always feel that the clay pot held by that A Sanguo player is weird."

"Any weird?"

A strange look flashed across Chu Feng's eyes, and he asked, "What do you think is weird?"

Chu Xia said in a low voice: "From the clay pot in his hand, I seem to be able to feel the existence of life."

After hearing this, Chu Feng couldn't help being slightly taken aback.

When did Chu Xia's senses become so sharp?

You know, even he couldn't sense what was in the clay pot of that A Sanguo player.

However, Chu Feng did not continue to struggle, but calmly said: "Since you think he is not simple, let's continue to read and we will find out."

After boarding the arena, cheers burst out from the auditorium all around!

Contestants from all countries are cheering for the two of them!
To be more precise, they were cheering for the opening of the first knockout round!
At this moment, Aval, a player from the Three Kingdoms, and Tyron, a player from Iceland, have both stood firm in the arena!

The gazes of both sides are fixed on each other!

Combat... at the touch of a button!